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one evening we were rounded up
it was our turn to go
we weren’t sure where we were headed
we had our doubts it wasn’t good
the men with guns meant business
and who were we to question
all aboard the midnight carrier
that foggy cold September
no one knew for sure
no one could believe
people were never heard from
the rumors had been plenty
men women and children
they crammed us in
just faceless nameless cattle
led astray from greener pastures
the train charging well on through the night
the stench of fear more than we could bear
the train pulled into Auschwitz
and in the chaos that ensued
we understood the war was over
we’d taken the last train to Auschwitz
and in the daylight we could now see
those blood drenched murderous tracks
that had moved the innocent like cattle
to the slaughterhouse
Read on air by invitation ~ July 17, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on April 9, 2021 for contest LAS TRAIN TO AUSCHWITZ sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 4TH
The Schutzstaffel
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
and stack them on a train,
rip them from their sleepy beds
and march them through the rain.
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
and stow them in third class
gather them from heaven
and toss them in some gas.
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
pluck every one in sight
feed them to the furnace flame
let smoke plumes fill the night.
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
'til naught but ash remains
we’ll change the sky forever
Earth will never be the same.
10/14/16
Written for contest: My Take On The Holocast
Hosted by: The Seeker
I had a talk with Tomorrow today,
When we both sat on a seat.
Tomorrow said he was the most important time
That I would ever meet.
He said I’d have better learnt a lot
From yesterday’s short burst.
And that by the end of today,
I should dive into tomorrow 100% head first.
He insisted that if I understood
The relevance of all of yesterday,
That I would really enjoy tomorrow,
That it’d be a great big play.
I pondered and wondered about these words
Of wisdom said straight into my eyes,
To approach every day with great big gust,
Else time grows wings, jumps and flies.
For contest past, present, future.
Awarded 3rd place
The cold and gloomy weather upon us
Like a shroud of humdrum bitter harshness
Gives us cause to look inward for solace
Stirring up dormant passion to harness
As approaches the day of Thanksgiving
Reserved to express heartfelt gratitude
With joy we count every single blessing
Readjust as needed our attitude
In front of heaped bounty we sit and feast
With our family under a warm roof
Safe from perilous harm from man or beast
Appreciating luck isn't shatterproof
Not taking for granted our good fortune
Thankful every day free of misfortune
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE & JACK HORNE - RANKED 9TH
A tranquil touch of kiss in air
The lovely tales of curly hair
Amid the teacups and lips grow
A wish of blooming in cool snow
In silken words with you to share
In woodland stops all gray despair
Our gulls being free how sweet they’re
In shade your half and rest aglow
A tranquil touch
In brown cups of amber prayer
Of smiling gazes roaming there
And Blue Jays looking for rainbow
The whispers mingling with Bordeaux
A precious time indeed so rare
A tranquil touch
October 12, 2017
For Contest : Give Me a Rondeau
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
Tell me - Telling God
Mysterious indeed are His ways,
He creates all life to run smooth and then sways,
We, the puppets keep dancing at His will,
Though pretend having gained an immense skill,
Shaping the whole world in full grace,
Of the Unseen, who can create His face ?
Try finding Him in every life,
By our side He's in each joy and strife,
Else why do the busy day's end,
Nights to quieten in peace He sends,
In no religion and places is He found,
Lives inside every kind heart that beats around,
Faith is God, belief is God, love is God,
Cheating yet preaching are all fraud,
Apart from all colours, cast and creed,
He is the one to be consciously perceived !
Inspired by poem "Tell me" by Richard Lamaoureux
Written March 31st, 2015
For contest "Tell me" by Richard
Awarded 3rd place win
In the dim, dank night, looming high on the hill
By a slow, somber river, deep and still
Black scribbled tree branches, beckon the stars
with bent, riddled, knuckles, arthritic and scarred…
Here hides a mansion, imposing and stark
Groaning with secrets, alone in the dark
Cedar and sandalwood, once graced stately doors
All that is left, is regret, to the core
Nothing to bury,
but an old desperate story
Filled deep with whispers and curdles of weeping,….
Fury and secrets and tears for the keeping
One top gabled window, a brief flash of face
Bleached by the moon, …then, oddly erased
Barred are the doors, but hidden inside
She wanders the rooms, still dressed as a bride
She walks through the garden, in a lost, foggy, haze
Dark clouds, above her, wherever she goes
Heavy with intention, they hover and choke
Mist from the swamp land encircles like smoke…
She grips tarnished urn, filled with ash, some kind
They spill in the wind, to seek, or to find
A place to join the earth, a place to find a rest
They seek final rest in the place they know best
Where the season of love, has withered to dust
No place here to linger, beware if you must…
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For Contest sponsored by Jerry T. Curtis "Creep Me Out"
I believe that Heaven is a place
where all our souls, long hidden from our sight
finally blossom, coming face to face
with he who is the truth, the love, the light.
No need for memory, the past no more,
eternity, the now, our new abode,
our life's journey complete, we reach the shore
the terminus for all the faithful roads.
Our loved ones we shall know although they be
in different form, by his divine grace
revealed to us, and through our hearts we see
the real them, no need for form or face.
Cocooned in something we have never known
since though alive, unaware in the womb,
real peace, real love, no fear we shall be shown
a calm sanctuary far beyond the tomb.
A new found freedom, joy, life's battle won,
a celebration, ecstacy, release,
paid for by our Creator's only son
who offers all, alive or dead, his peace.
9th September 2018
For contest 'Describe Heaven', sponsor Faraz Ajmal
Inspired by Joseph Mays Limerick 11 contest
and a bonus one.
NOT FOR CONTEST
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A randy old dentist called Keith
Drugged patients and played with their feet
Sucked the toe of a marine
Who then woke up looking mean
Now poor Keith no longer has teeth .
A dashing lawyer who was good at his job
But was only because of his big gob
He got a man ten years
Then he broke down in tears
He found out he was the head of the mob.
There was once a barber from Zaire
Who in life just didn't give a care
In his chair a man sat
Knocked him out with a bat
Stripped him off and shaved off all his hair .
A doctor who was always in a hurry
Got called out to a farm for Mrs Murray
She was pale and quite ill
So he gave her a pill
Then rushed off and fell face down in cows slurry.
There was once a mean sponsor called X
He decided soup members he'd vex
Gave them all an N/A
They cried out in dismay
He was sent via soupmail a hex.
Written on 9th January 2019.
A day, so many years ago, we traveled up to see the stars
from high upon a rising spire,
not knowing then, what we know now
We stood in voiceless, transfixed gaze, where once two towers pierced the sky
But now the fog of stinging tears grips the throat and swallows years
How fragile life will bend and curve,
and take away in one brief day, the voice of reason, never heard
Now back again, and through the haze, we read the names, now carved like graves
Where water streams three thousand tears, and years can't wash away the pain
Where bitter comes the taste of rain
Yet, reverently, the voice is clear
of hope and pride, where life begins
Raw photographs have not been blurred, in spite of where my heart was plunged,
into the darkest dungeon known
And still the blackest smoke has turned
into amazement, where I've grown
to treasure good before it's gone...
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For Contest Sponsored By FJ Thomas "My Spirit"