Long Concerts Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems V - Ber Horvitz, Yitzkhak Viner, Franta Bass

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes....

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Happy Fourth Of July, Or Happy Independence Day

On this day we celebrate and commemorate the birth of our nation, The United States of America's Independence from Great Britain's monarchical hold and liberty's triumph
Congress voting in...

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Mother, sometimes memories are fraught

                              ...

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Billboard named him the year finest blues musician. 
Joe Bonamassa is a blues-rock musician,
He was designed to be a famous musician.
His family owns a guitar store in upstate New York,
After years of practice, Bonamassa will...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they...

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A SONG AGO

Our cousin filled a flash drive with songs
From the Fifties to date,
I would like to share some, beginning with the late,
Mr. Frank Sinatra, Frankie boy,
Still my favourite, to listen to, such joy!
‘I did...

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THE GREATEST GENERATION
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Many Have Called Them the Greatest Generation
They Had Struggled and Survived, an Ugly Depression
It Was an Era of Hard Times and Simple Diversions
Like Bank Night, Singalongs  and Picnic Excursions
Band Concerts...

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When we think of traveling we most often think of going from one location to another. That’s good but I sometimes like to return in reverie to times in my past. Places where I spent...

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I was pretty talkative, and spent all of my days chit chattering,
Like galaxies of glinting stars, all the dark universe scattering.

I was always on the move, and loved cacophonic sights and sounds,
Like the deep thrill...

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Perchè Sono Me (Why I am me)
I keep learning because I am tired of watching others fail. 
I speak because my mind wants to gain more knowledge. 
I will not follow others by the tail....

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Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie
I'm trying to keep a grip but I'm losing it slowly

Filling our voids with mediums of instant...

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My arrival landed where I began my flight and journey 
Sunny San Diego y e s, I was back and how I missed it
Oh-h-h-h, let me count the ways—rather days spent 
in a border town,...

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Love Letter 
This is my love letter 
To a beautiful woman 
I hardly know
I do know from observing
Her interaction with others 
She is smart and compassionate
She has chosen a profession
Helping folks on the edge of...

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Your contingency plan is dead from the minute it rolls off the bed. Your contingency plan is dead and it is not going to spread; it is packed with corruption and it is as heavy...

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I have waited for this moment to come when the moon will dialogue with the sun, I have waited for this moment to come when Joy will burst through the sky and soaked the earth...

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Ain't it wild the things that have passed?
The things we thought would change,
the things we thought weren't gonna last?

(remember picnics on the park grass?
that was awesome)

Movies with friends, weddings on the sand,
rock and roll concerts...

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The first thing I remember hearing 
Was a car radio with a country song playing
A man singing while my mom was steering 
A song about heartache and pain
That’s the day the good boy in me...

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As soon as I landed, Radju, I concluded that these people live like Gods –
Fairy tale like empty airports, queer roads and on them driving cars handsome studs.

One-piece glass in windows and Dutch ware toilets...

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While listening to Schumann’s “Arabesque” 
and “Fantasiestüche” for the Mozart B flat Sonata,
I feel the warmth and love that’s powerful within;
a moment of instrospection, a source of intervention.

I live in a wonderful country, beautiful and...

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I come from Valdosta, Georgia, the lovely peach state,
Where everyone uses a southern drawl to communicate.
Valdosta is known as the “Azalea City” for its gorgeous flowers.
In the spring this splendid sight has a captivating power.

I’m...

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April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.

April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore...

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Double Feature

Flashback! Three friends of childhood featuring a blond, brunette and red-head
Sharing the script of summer days and rain soaked winter afternoon
Unfolding documentary of roads ocean journey to California, Colorado and Norway.

Zoom in on a...

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Dear Sprouting Rhymers,


To me, modern poetry could be most simply put as “everything”,
     everything that you see, experience or feel put into words.
Everything written to evoke thought and feeling in others...

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When did I learn to walk?
The awkward stance,
a toddler’s uncertain step,
stumbling, falling, 
getting up again until
rhythm of feet and
balance work in sequence, 
was that when I learned
to walk? No.

When did I learn to walk?
Kindergarten marches,
a...

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