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autumn's palette colours fauna and flora - amber and brown shades spread
golden flames too timid to enkindle - last rose turns rusty from red
tears of mercy bleed from heaven's garden - dewdrops drip on naked thorns
clouds compose in charcoal clumps of miserable gloom - chill in the air
in the silence of mute birds - flock of feathers emigrate - meadows sleep
moon shivers in lonesome polluted horizons - darkness veils daylight
morning frost shrouds evergreen foliage - icicles and iced cobwebs
inhale arctic zephyrs from blustery breeze - breathe out white bitter breaths
gently nature expires leaving a trail of decay - kingdom of death
My brother’s book deserves a look
And not just for the time it took,
But for the family tree he shook
To show the need to strive.
His characters are loosely based
On relatives whose lives he traced
From foreign lands ‘til they embraced
New homes when they’d arrive.
The story’s universal, though,
For as they settle and they grow,
We realize how much we don’t know
Of how they did survive.
Most families who did emigrate
Shared hardships and the hand of fate
And often, we learn much too late
What pushed or helped them thrive.
My brother’s book may bring acclaim
And might or might not garner fame,
But if you read From Where We Came*,
His story stays alive.
by Burt Rashbaum
They say we Jews are afraid
that no one 'now' will come to our aid
Murder of Jews in America is multiplying
more and more hate crimes, innocents dying
Well, that’s the way it’s always been
as any Jew with two eyes has seen
Six million of us killed by Hitler and his cronies
without a hand lifted to stop it by Roosevelt and his liberal phonies
To prevent the last 750,000, from Hungary, from being gassed
they only needed to target one railway pass
But FDR and his friends grew up hating those ‘damn Jews’
so, all our urgent pleas they angrily refused…
Today though, there is Israel, the Jewish state
reestablished in '48 on the back of global hate
A state that stands boldly against acts of terror
where Jewish Israelis glance not in the rearview mirror
My fellow Jewish Americans, the time is now to emigrate
let's remake our lives in Israel ~ before here it’s too late
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Anyone willing to do the slightest bit of research will find out
just how big a Jew-hater FDR was from his early years on...And
his shocking wave-of-the-hand dismissal of so many urgent
pleas to spare one or two bombs to target Germany's transport
of 750,000+ Hungarians Jews to Auschwitz in 1944 STANDS OUT
as perhaps his cruelest act as President, right up there with the
much more widely publicized incarceration of up to 1,800 Japanese-
Americans during WW2.
One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of the low)
there's nowhere to go
so
between me and you, flee, be a refugee,
what's a poor girl to do?
I take my hat off for the flag
I stand up straight; let others sag
I get all weepy for Old Glory
thinking of my family's story
They came from Russia with naught but hope
with just their wits to help them cope
No language skills or education either
Money or living quarters, they had neither
But they scraped and scrimped, and just kept going
Gramps peddled junk, grams did the sewing
And with the help of God, it all worked out
Hard work and faith -- their kids did sprout
My father an attorney, my uncle a physician
All due to gram and gramps' prescient intuition
To emigrate alone, part of no community
to an unknown land of opportunity
Behold sequestered by the sea,
not whale, nor seal, nor small sand-flea.
This is the face of old grand Ewe,
whom from the cliffs, has come to view.
Though slit-eyed stare, gazes at the ocean,
watching it move in glorious motion.
And then slowly moves across the land,
as trotters deep in arduous sand.
But none the less, the ewe finds the rock,
somewhere steady, to rest her flock.
And signals up with baas of glee,
as sheep come down, all primed for tea.
Yet when the waves do come to shore,
Ewe is perplexed by fish galore.
It flaps its tail, and moves its fin,
yet gasps for air with frightful grin!
For no chud nor chard to eat but bark,
blown in from prior stormy dark.
Ewe signals to the nearby scene,
and struts upon its golfing green.
And takes a bite and likes the taste,
and soon the whole flock emigrate.
Yet by the morn, when putters come,
the grass is gone, all in Ewe's tum.
And so sequestered by put and club,
Ewe takes her flock all way back up.
To grassy cliff, to rocky hills,
away from modern-day, beach side thrills.
But never will the Ewe forget,
The escapade, with no regret.
03.17.2024
GANGSTERS PARADISE
South Africa has a high rate of crime, anything is probable,
Keeping out determined criminals is impossible!
This is the house that my parents built 40 years ago that we
We live in,
This is the house that we built a palisade fence around that
We live in,
This is the electric fence on top of the palisade fence of the house
That we live in,
This is the remote to get into the property of the house
That we live in
This is the security gate in front of the door of the house that
We live in
This is the thick wooden door with two dead locks in the house
That we live in
When it gets dark, we activate our CCTV 16 camera system in the
House, that we live in.
Finally when we go to bed, we lock two inside security gates, cutting off the
Sleeping area, from the rest of the house that we live in.
Many South Africans have emigrated
To Australia, America, New Zealand,
Japan, Europe and even Thailand
Only then, to have to face a terrorist attack,
Tsunamis, Earthquakes, or a stab in the back!
My wife is unhappy
What did I do
Nothing, my darling
It's not about you
But dear, you're so sad
It eats away at me
I like seeing you glad
It's how you should be
Oh, Freedom just died here
And that's why I came
If I'd have foreseen Joe Biden
I'd have stayed in Ukraine
Gosh dear, this perhaps sounds cliched:
'Cos things may look bleak today
But Biden won't always get his way
It won't be all black and white
There'll be shades of gray
Darling, you really don't get it
Ruin the USA is what socialism will do
Just wait 'til Comrades Biden and Harris
Start to tighten the screws
... Stone Cold Silence ...
What can I say, honey
You know better than me
Better pack your bags and emigrate
Democracy's too messy for you, I see
Romania's Last Ball
We have become tenants in our own country like shadows without border or name,
Our flour yields nothing and the bread no longer rises from the flame,
Foreign interests grind us down like a worm inside the core of a ripe apple bright,
And the destiny of our people has been broken... and no one took up its fight.
The Phanariots lead us with hands of wax and with oaths that are easily swapped,
They change their faith like neckties and their forgotten promises are dropped,
Humbly we apologize that they have not tormented us enough in this short life,
And they teach betrayal to the young... with a sweet voice... and with a deaf and hollow knife.
We no longer have factories and we no longer have land and we no longer have a voice,
We speak our own language in another tongue and words are no longer our choice,
Only the beautiful shame of a people preparing itself for exile and for wandering,
And even the graves are packing up for the road... in this agony and squandering.
Mad poet what words do you still mutter about a people that will not yield,
When we have become beggars and servants on our own native field,
The living and the dead mixed together ready to emigrate at the break of day,
A de-Romanianized Romania... counting its children... who no longer want to stay.
The fatal bell is heard on the evening of the last ball and the final night,
Times of fury and of hailstorms are coming down on all our children's sight,
The high and mighty dance upon our ruins in their cold and festive wear,
And we watch as our country... is sold... and lost... and disappears into the air.
Safe travels people lost on a bet we never knew that we were making and giving,
Farewell mother country... farewell... a word we speak but cannot believe we are living,
Perhaps tomorrow there will be emptiness and all of us will leave with broken hearts to roam,
Romania... the last ball... and the orchestra... keeps playing... keeps playing... far from home.
From the Eastern Spain region of Catalonia,
he was born in 1900 in Barcelona.
His family would later emigrate to Cuba.
He performed with the Teatro Nacional Orchestra.
Sailing to New York aboard the SS Havana,
Xavier achieved great fame in America.
He and his band opened the Waldorf-Astoria.
Nineteen-forty brought his greatest hit “Perfidia”.
Some later recordings popularized the conga,
along with other styles such as mambo and cha-cha.
Xavier Cugat maintained great popularity,
until he passed and left this world in 1990.
Among the greatest of the twentieth century,
Cugat left to later musicians a legacy.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.