Long Flower bed 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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From the age of three, I do remember,
The kitchen window, in mid December.
My grandma and grandad, would let me stand,
By the window to view, a garden so grand.

In December I’d see, a blanket of white,
As...

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I looked towards the sun and see the heaven on the run, the heat is so high causing the animals in the field to fall down and die, fill up the reservoirs and dams and...

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Being sick with a snotty nose
A cough, fatigue, one of those colds???
For goodness sake's everyone knows
Grandmothers are too sophicated 
To wear anything but fancy clothes
Surely not a Kleenex box attached
To their chair, and looking unkempt
And...

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Translations of Holocaust poems by Ber Horvitz aka Ber Horowitz

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray ...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes.
 
The birds have...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 1
.
making my friendship with the water-pigeon does not mean 
that i’ve acknowledged all devotion of the land-lotuses to river
without putting any note of dissent  

i’m still plunging...

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IT’S NOT ABOUT ME
Here I was all this time
Confused, wondering why they hated me,
Many of them barely knew me,
None of them truly knew me,
It even made me ask God,
Is there something wrong with me?
Ninety percent...

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The wind is sitting on the branches of time turning its head on every corner while the daffodils are jumping and prancing in the flower bed. I could see something moving in the sky blazing...

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A Walk in the Park

                              ...

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Billy was born,
On a light, breezy day,
In the splendor of Spring,
And a flowery display.

And his future was bright,
To be free of the leaf,
And the promise of flight,
Was a welcome relief.

He faintly remembered,
A life without wings,
Just...

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Find peace, 6 feet under 
Harsh wind tears the skin off of her soiled fingers
She's set fire to every bridge she built 
And inhales the smoke that lingers 
She's stroked Dawn's crimson ringlets 
And grasped...

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Real is always better than any lesser imitation 
Fake can never trump real with its mimickation.
Would you rather walk among Real Flowers in a real flower bed
Or would you prefer to walk among flowers, plastic...

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People say they care when they don't really care at all,
But it sounds good and by saying so, they don't feel as small.
People tend to say what will serve themselves the best,
Hoping they won't be...

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It was a lovely summer 
the garden was filled with butterflies. 
Whammy the caterpillar was full of joy. 
He climbed the tallest stalk in the flower bed.
 Maybe he could see the beautiful butterflies. 
They...

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THOUGHTS OF A JAMAICAN CHRISTMAS

I remember Christmas of yesteryear
Of John Canoe dancing with fife and drum
Horsehead would approach, it was scary but fun
And Scrippy scrappy looked like a real bum

Of Christmas breeze and Poinsettias red
Mixed...

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Abiding Beauty
     By Dane Smith-Jonsen

Above the fern at the forest's edge, a butterfly gracefully glides.
Beautiful yellow flittering near tastes the sugary buttercup.
Flashing sulphur wings, happily spreading, upon a placid breeze rides.
The...

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My Catnee

                               Great
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In the yard next to my house, 
I often spy a small strange pretty woman
watering her bougainvilleas.
Trails of rosy pink and white intermingle 
along one side of her ancient house,
where they drift down to the...

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On this hot summer day I wish
Cooler temperature
I never wish for much…..
Only a Cadillac SUV,
As large as it comes…..
WHY?
To protect me from all the
Accidents I seem to acquire yet,
None seems to be my fault
But it...

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Taking their leave the Black Crime 
Syndicate top raking members wanted to
know what Malik and Jade was talking 
about.  "Just stay in y'all lane and let
me and Jade handle things" getting into 
his car...

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I turn and run down to the wet places where fawns remedy  their 
thirst from the waterbrooks.  Panting, I fall to my knees and gather buttercups, 
crowsfoots, hellebore and peonies and grind the...

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BOUGAINVILLEA

   At entrance of my villa, marvelous bougainvillea
  swings branches holding bunches of blossoms in opulence
  on variance of colors as purple, pink and white
  bright brilliant in gesture, hanging...

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The walls and the couch are my dear friends
Tucked all day in blankets and sheets
Holding direly to my fragile heart 
Worried about what tomorrow holds
Scared of what the night may bring
And  from the window...

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"Contrary to Imagination, Fancy ignores logic."
-- a logical lyricist of an eye discerning

*   *   * 

Now, once upon a summer dusk a lyric verse sublime
an airy nothing fancied forth toot sweet...

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"when the dust has settled
on my gravesite lawn
and grass sod sprouts
next to the mighty blue spruce
and all the mourners,
few or many,
have long settled the
debts of their memories,
I will lie,
still,
awaiting you...

My love, oh my love...
forgive me...
for...

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