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cattle trains on track to nowhere
selection …right left right left
the smell of burnt skin fear and violence
compost of history for the rose garden
gold teeth extracted prior to death
a lethal injection as an experiment
twin studies stark ‘banality of evil’
the myth of superiority and purity
‘we were only following orders'
but he gave them the Autobahns
and a wireless for everyone
‘I do not need a cemetery for my father
factory smoke stacks are everywhere’
ashes stink to high heaven and hell
numbers and tattoos are engrained forever
‘move on wayward souls we got business to do’
no funeral no grave yet many stones to turn
‘I lie awake in my nightmares and terror
count black leather-coated smiles on their faces’
ritual fails to give last rites to innocence
and it happens today just the same
18th September 2020
The Holocaust or Shoah does not really need explanation. But the victims are not numbers in a history that still displays itself today around the world in many guises. Six-millions died in the death camps.
Hannah Arendt, the great political philosopher followed the trial of Adolph Eichmann and spoke of the 'banality of evil', which alluded to the seeming ‘normality’ of the perpetrators, who were loving fathers and husbands, while acting as the devil personified.
The notion of smoke stacks instead of marked graves is credited to Wolf Biermann, the writer and singer, who lost his Jewish and Communist father in a concentration camp during the Third Reich
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1907, Saw the begining of forthcoming,Glasgow`s Sir.Willam Arroleco`s company
were credited, structural errecting of twas to be,Middlesbrough`s emblem,The
Transporter Bridge.Replacing the steam ferry,shuttling The River Tees.
Opening ceremony being October 17, 1911. Prince Arthur of Connaught, the chosen.
a delightful heartwarming structure,spanning The Tees 259 metres,an amazing view
from a height of 49 of the same.
An achievement,in itself as second largest of it`s kind.
World war 2,a bomb caused minimal but,effective damage.Gondalar hanging
midrift,waters lashing.
Folk crossing the high walk path, to reach Port Clarence,vice versa.
However,1933. A phenominal recognition, recieved highest honours. Institute of
Mechanical Engineers shone. A true sense of pride for Tessiders,alike.
Epic television and films alike, attracted our humble creation.Boasting Billy Elliott to
Spender and Aufweidersein pet.Dramatics and comedy on a worldwide wide stage.
Walking the steps to windy heights.Views a pleasure for the eye,the distance,Eston
Hills to Roseberry Topping.Foregrond,steelworks, hotels,dwellings,but standing like
a Mecca Shrine,The Riverside Stadium.( Our local football stadium )
The blue lights,reflecting every gurder every beam,at night
coming home is such a heart warming sight.
To commemerate the 100 years centenary of, THE TRANSPORTER BRIDGE.
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Aloft, the gem was mounted in black velvet skies
A refulgent pearl, surrounded by glistening stars
Cradled in the arms of midnight, it hung as a prize,
as exquisite as a painting, credited as one of Renoir's
Framed by arching branches of a leafless oak,
a sultry mist bowed before the majestic moon
She was partly veiled by clouds serving as a cloak
Her beauty serenaded by the somber song of a loon
Its tune a haunting trill, a funeral chant of death,
for Luna was wounded, splattered in crimson blood
like that spilled by Duncan in Act 5 of Macbeth,
or a rose pricked by its thorns, a hemorrhaging bud
A sudden stillness enshrouded the atmosphere
Swift currents of reticence flowed in a cryptic river
Pensively I gazed, transfixed on the moon in fear
Impressions of her demise gave me cause to shiver
Such nebulous notions clouded my brooding mind,
for the moon was merely blushing while in eclipse
As dusk darkens shadows of night's morrow, I'll find
a golden orb on high, without sign of an apocalypse
July 22, 2022
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Through the gates of purple twilight under sea,
sound of sirens moving with the kelp forest silently.
In play of that light swarms of fish in synchronicity,
attracting passage into central deep intentionally.
Low adown a different light like fountain of gold,
a open theater of majestic brilliance to unfold.
On an coral altar a coiled Mermaid so fair,
glistering shine by emerald eloquent glare.
Large gorgeous eyes slim and dark pearly hair,
tender bosom marble sculpture fair.
Transitory dreams seem surrounding her,
singing of a time that is to come to bare.
That false hearts and broken vows,
bouncing back by natural balance ploughs.
Some live long minutes need truest to dare,
assisting foes in their greatest vain to prepare.
That the blind ignorance of waste has its price,
and invisible viruses spreading to entice.
Where isolation and self pity will proceed,
credited indulgence and its deed.
The despised truth and its manicure,
trivial perception enslaved in poor.
Mother earth and her salty tears,
dire souls need to overcome its fears.
If love is the living water salty and sweet high,
it will touch the impossibility to amplify.
The shores of new worlds still to explore,
the mind wants to know what is beyond for more.
Divine thoughts should be applied even in vain,
then motions are constant in the ocean of the brain.
The living oceans are the soul’s true resources,
the body of water and its delicate courses.
He invented things
all sorts of things
Electronic things
that were usefully
and novel
More things than he
probably will be credited
for
He created or recreated
God's gift to man
the dog
He created a tree with a
tethered horse.
Perfect likeness to the
real thing.
His mindset was off the grid
Something that would
add to securing people
By giving them access to
by monitoring those unseen parts
of there property
He'd walk the horse and dog to
The tree and leave them there
Even the tree could walk
They were programed with
a honning device that
adhered gps monitoring
and cameras
Folk got wind of these devices
and people started looking
at his inventions differently
Someone found away to control
the horse, dog, and tree
through usage of remote control
He didn't install a overhaul switch
and by the time things happened
it was to late.
From the novel, "Fiance-man.....Fiancee-woman
Written by Joseph William Curtis IV and
Alexander Francis Muttlle - Brime
Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...
Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...
She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...
One day, I was twelve years old
I met her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.
I told her only the sentences,
'You are the mother of the world,
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'
My father hesitated. My mother was silent.
Mother Teresa said to me with smile,
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'
Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you.
I love you so much....
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".
Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)
She was born in 1894 as Minerva Holzer,
and made her mark as a radio and stage performer.
Her name “Urecal” came from Eureka, California.
Eventually, she made appearances in cinema.
Minerva’s many acting parts were splendid.
Most of her supporting roles were not credited.
In the fifties, she made appearances on television.
Viewers knew her as “mother” on “Peter Gunn”.
In 1957, she made a presence on Canadian TV.
Her only starring role came as “Tugboat Annie”.
Minerva was quite a fine actress in her day.
Sadly, in 1966, she passed away.
I thank both umdb.com and wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors.
For four years, I was taught by some of the finest teachers in America.
For four long years, I filled your library, classrooms, and walked your hallways.
I was challenged and succeeded in math and was greatly inspired by my Biology Classes. I was arrested and captured, moved and mesmerized, by my charismatic History teacher. I even listed on your honor roll and sang in your very respected and talented choir.
I moved away 50 years ago and unfortunately, I have visited you only two or three times since. Just a few months ago, I was privileged to dialogue via telephone with my Art teacher's wife. Perhaps he knew of your coming closure, but he wasn't home to inform me.
O Aggie, I am sadden by the news, but I have come to understand such matters. O Aggie, it's interesting that you have joined a long list of changes and closures in my life. It's also interesting that things I once thought would be history, instead are now current events. Furthermore, it's interesting that, like many of my past acquaintances, I always get little warning.
O Aggie, all things have beginnings and endings, but know this: you have been a launching pad and a gallant educator, rocketing many of us to the stars. What you have instilled in us is forever credited to your account. You have fought a good fight, and your course is near the finish.
My eyes are getting watery Now. So I must cease and desist, lest my proud and tender memories of you get the best of me.
04082017 PS Contest, Paschal Premier, Brian Strand
So its three out of three.' From Tolstoy
i see, though I cannot meet him.'
My estimations
Already greet him, he questions the vehicle? Of shakespears position in a the Literal strastophere' he probes at what; why.? To me its clear.' Well clearer than the
Authenticity, of many writes and plays that
Be? Credited to this personage, a pen for hire..I Must here see' encouraged by the king, and others he espoused, crossdress and also sordid scenes.' All true not work of my pen.' Much such; from his quill did stream.? Or maybe less.? He was' or is not? Though Oxmoronically rendered' to history, and students, as universally ubiquitous extended; quite as can be,
the effect of many a smeared ink blot.)
All proper properly
educated to the top
examples how to be
and I am not
Spacious placing
rhythm in a ribbon
at present praising
God’s given present
Silent approval credited
in my head it is
it is until edited
when I make better it
but nobody said it is
unread since edited I guess
feedback unsaid it is
intimidating to speak to best
Force with a smile
fake is this style
Have no skill child
as Yoda imply all
Imply all ratings drop
nonsense example shows
a poet but I’m not
copiously fumble flow
I know, carrying over
even though no need
the place it’s all over
disappointing read
Oh well hotel
no bell no sell
so tell I fail
oh well go hell