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Family love is born in little rooms,
around sofas, settees, dinner plates,
with paternal bond that strengthens and grooms,
unswerving link that lasts till heaven’s gates!
We were such family in a French town,
traditional, true, religious us four,
mother was good at making wedding gowns,
father a decorator ran paint store!
Sister and I watched German troops on streets,
Tuesday August year nineteen forty three,
parents held us close, could hear their heartbeat,
that was the last day we would all be free!
Dragged on to street by the Nazi soldiers,
our father was punched kicked and beaten blue,
we wept helpless, clung to mother’s shoulders,
that was the last of our father we knew!
Pulled away from mother and Sis I cried,
screaming imploring, no mercy, no heart,
that day for me when humanity died,
was day my family was torn apart!
Packed in a train suffocating with stench,
alone defeated waited journey’s end,
with dead and dying that made stomach wrench,
four days of thirst and suffering to spend.
I remember that train to Auschwitz well,
journey that destroyed many lives like mine,
where our love and hope to tyranny fell,
to death we were paraded in a line!
Six months past we heard exchange of fire,
that made evil enemy pack and run,
We were all rescued from behind barbed wire,
was still hope and goodness under the Sun!
When God smiles he smiles generously well,
lifts suffering souls from bottomless pit,
That day he was smiling we could all tell,
his eyes perhaps gleaming and face well lit!
Each life and hope with dignity restored,
we were treated, bathed clothed and given food,
In room of people saw face I adored,
sobbing with outstretched arms my mother stood!
United with mother back to my house,
and years of togetherness we would share,
on the wall hangs our striped prisoner blouse,
to tell trappings of hatred and its snare!
The train to Auschwitz took many to death,
guilt ridden, to and fro ran that train,
but tracks remain, hate may creep back in stealth!
train to Auschwitz should never run again!
Premier contest 6th placement
Written 09/April/2021
10 syllables each line (PS syllable count)
based on a true story as related by a 93 yr old Auschwitz survivor
The last train to Auschwitz poetry competition
Kai Michael Neumann sponsored
Memorial Day – 2023... origin of holiday
Strong and brave men and women
gave their level best
crème de la crème strongest and bravest
leaving grieving significant others
with emotional agony within treasured chest
o'er the redoubt the the enemy did crest
where lovely bones of forebears for everest
dead bodies strewn across killing fields
hostility among warring factions finessed
forsook their lives eternal peace they rest
honored and revered succumbed mortal
electric kool-aid acid test
though I question if sacrificed life
worth a spit of land to wrest.
Now pardon ma faux pas
from dis po' pa try'n 2b sleek
line six starting here necessitated minor tweak
a reasonable rhyme rhyme,
where sense and sensibility weak
Officially called Decoration Day
proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan
first observed on 30 May 1868
Waterloo N.Y. officially declared the birthplace
by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966.
though seven and nine tenths score years
since (minor emendation regarding time frame
since original date I crafted poem)
Appomattox, a psychological balm
helped stitch frayed nation to calm
served as silent psalm
since bombardment at Fort Sumter qualm.
National holiday most adept
at uniting Civil War fallen soldiers
when fiercely armed as brother in arms crept
against opposing forces, which took
by surprise “enemies” or found inept
ill prepared troops with surprise mortal
blow which ambushed attackers leapt
mowing down valiant soldiers, thus
becoming slain grooms who eternally slept
sorrowful lamentable hymns from
widowed brides tears wept.
Cease fire that day
terminating internecine flay
o’er mounds of earth whence
bones o boys donned blue or gray
a day of remembrance for those
who died in our nation's service lay
celebrated this last Monday every May
one must know tis not about division
boot about reconciliation
and sacrifice brave heroes did pay,
the price of their lives for granted
freedoms enjoyed as american lee-way.
Forsooth, now we cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
Journey Journal Page
CODE MY ODE
By Leon Enriquez
I pen my writes
With mystic ink
As words I cite
Seed what I think
I craft my lines
With simple rhymes
As I feed fine
Crisp rustic chimes
~~~~~~~~~
The words ooze fast
In sensuous feel
Now first to last
In cast that spills
Prize thoughts that float
Across my mind
As if to bloat
Deep profound finds
~~~~~~~~~
The way of ease
In glimpse of lot
Moves joy and lease
In verse I slot
An ode of verse
With profound play
As I observe
The Milky Way
~~~~~~~~~
Clouds drift and dot
Upon dream stay
Where fate grooms lot
On this my way
In steep deep trip
Ink stains cursive
Move fingers’ grip
Wit verse that live
~~~~~~~~~
The writer’s craft
Starts with a thought
In tensile draft
As rhymes allot
I rise and shine
With happy grudge
To stay what’s mine
With words that nudge
~~~~~~~~~
Words have a way
To state my case
Etch truth that stays
Upon rhyme base
Forge hue and tint
That colours shade
Word art blooms mint
As rhymes now trade
~~~~~~~~~
The winding road
Where life goes by
Bears fate that loads
My weary sighs
Cheer and gloom set
My lovely fest
Where gambling bets
Attune with quest
~~~~~~~~~
Words juggle well
With poesy here
In a strange tell
To cluster near
Words in a gush
Stream on full scale
As muse must rush
Fine course of gale
~~~~~~~~~
So here’s my ode
As rhymes now show
Risk sanguine code
As mode thus grows
Music grooms lines
In show-and-tell
Where words incline
True yarn that dwells
~~~~~~~~~
In gall or brine
Feel the outburst
Rhymes attend lines
In soul’s own thirst
Words on a page
Convey and hint
Upon the stage
Of feel that mints
~~~~~~~~~
Feel sad or mad
Upon these shores
Feel good or bad
Or odd once more
Words paint a sketch
Of feel and think
As if to match
Strange fate that links
~~~~~~~~~
Here for a while
My moments cull
A certain style
In touch not dull
Ode in pure mode
Now captures time
To craft deep code
In poignant chimes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 January 2024
Singapore
Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.
Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check (mate)
eternal salvation woebegone
grievance to ameliorate
repurposed conscious being (me)
sanguine reunion ridding travesty
once for all ascending soul asylum gilded gate
consanguinity amidst deceased brethren
impossible mission to discern,
thus I equivocate.
At long last doomed existence
finally fancy free and footloose
Earthly afflictions divine creator
severe trials and tribulations let loose
promise body, mind and spirit triage
damn physical, mental, and
spiritual afflictions permanent vamoose
yoked Sisyphean and mephistophelean woe
summoning herculean strength
(mine) to vanquish
courtesy (halloo) gibbet welcome noose
necks stop outer limits analogous cooked goose.
Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
nefarious, and opprobrious
suffering post traumatic stress disorder wartorn
invisible battle scars branded me, yet well worn
shell shocked comfortably numbed skull
jimmied heavily inebriated distilled, cracked corn
trumpet silenced (think) muted horn.
Anger at self wells up
regarding passive stance (mine)
convenient akin to jellyfish,
and/or crustaceans without spine
essentially a dorky nerdy wimpy kid
i.e. faulty genetic design
unsure if attributable to Capricorn zodiac sign
essentially allowed, enabled and provided
easy excellent access akin to scavengers to dine
bitter draughts synonymous quaffing quinine
figuratively forced down gullet - nein
letup liberally heaped upon
bobble headed, I opine
courtesy 20/20 hindsight, a tangential pact
with Sue S. Side, promising starvation diet
package deal plus absent I,
(now a tan gent) unwittingly did cosign.
We witnessed a wedding
of Groomed BridePassion,
Yanged Yintegrity
Groomed co-enlightened strengths
in cooperative economic space
with Bridal co-empowering flow
through sacred inter-generational time
Throughout each organically wedded network
explodes summer's green emphatic climax,
ripe
hot
wet triumphal passions
Yet also witnessing Earth's impending
imploding winter dormancies,
EarthMother's cold
barren
dystopian Anthropocene.
We witness
Not this day,
but before
and after,
We wait
in darkening valleys of cooperative silence,
surrounded in this sacred place
by green-blue mountains
screaming grooms embriding restless slumber
to give a new rebirth
of organically permaculturing ecstasy
passion
co-passion
co-intelligent compassion
All this green
and transubstantiating sky-blue ecstasy
of deeply poetic license,
romantic licentiousness,
exotic pansexual deliciousness
Not groomed as a secondary backdrop
for this late summer's labored wedding
of co-invested GroomNature
and BrideSpirit
Here and Now
a primal foreground
conjoining Earth's Wholy Open
green systemic communion
Bride-groom
valley-mountain
yin-yang
wu-wei balance
after foreground
reverse foretelling
paradox fortuning
fortressing this reconceiving
of EarthTribe's wedded passions
Politically powerful
economically nutritional
socially nurturing ecological
transensory bicameral
brided-groom intelligence
About what co-passions remain sacredly possible
Including, of course,
green cooperative healthy values,
but also finding win/win opportunities
in diseased and wounded disvalues
as uneased Yang grooms,
midst this trembling mountainous Anthropocene,
rewed Yintegral brides
Timeless
indigenous
ecofeminist wisdom
surrounded by capitalized health risks
yet also restorative justice opportunities
green as Vermont's swelling
summer climax of fertile blessings
grace
doing Us cooperatively
our AnthropoScenic selves
Witnessing this co-passion play,
our naturally enspirited
EarthTribal Matrimony.
.After Bill left the station, he made a pit stop down to the local diner, parked his car and
hurried in to get some much needed chow.
“ What’s up stranger? Haven’t seen your lanky frame in this fine dining establishment in
forever” she said saracastically as she poured him a cup of old left over breakfast
coffee. “Made this pot special just for you Bill, after I saw you crossing the street to come
in here.”
“Sure you did, Nette. I can tell by the grounds floating on top. I missed you too, he
grinned.
“I take it you had a good trip…welcome back cowboy .You want the usual steak and
eggs?” She didn’t wait for his answer as she wrote something on the order pad, spun around
and hollered out to the kitchen. “Dead cow..rare and chicken innards Charlie!”
“You always make that sound so appetizing, Nette.” She smiled her welcome at him and
headed off to grab another order. ” I’m comin’, I’m comin’, I ain’t your mother, ya know!
Bill chowed down, left a tip and drove to the police horse stables to see his patrol partner.
When he got there Gail, one of the stable grooms had Redneck on the cross ties lavishing
him with attention that could only be given by someone who was dedicated to these trusty
warm bloods. Redneck pricked his ears forward and whinnied a greeting to Bill before Gail
knew he was there.
“Hello Redneck ole buddy! What would you do without Gail spoiling the heck out of you
here?” Bill scrubbed his forelock and patted his chest while thanking Gail for taking care of
him while Bill was away.
“ No problem Bill. Glad to do it. You know that. He’s my buddy too you know. Glad to see
you’re back.” They exchanged pleasantries and Bill headed back to his apartment to get a
some much needed rest.
The next morning found Bill refreshed and chomping at the bit to get the scoop on
Brick’s mystery murder case. He decided to give Brick a call early before he headed out. (
To be cont. on Richard Pickett site "the team up")
III. Shorty Rico continues.
D. She withholds the fact that Shorty Rico's ex- Female friend was
pregant and had moved away. She became pregant and disided to . marry him. Telling everyone she'd been in love before and this guy
was marrage materail.
E. They marry. After the ceromony the grooms father tells his new in-laws
That the other pregnacy was a joke and the lady who started the
rumor atmitted it to him. He coingradualted the newly weds>
IV. The Marrage. He found himself in love and wanted to spoil his wife.
A.People who knew her often befreinded him only
to tell him things about her.Somne really loved her
the others didn't.
B. She and He began playing instruments. and were then apart of
an orchastra.
C. She cheated with a guy in a box truck, and became pregant.Even w which Shorty Rico stayed and called the child his.
D. On stage before a national audience during a Concert in
a very popular city. Shorty Rico and the Baby Daddy fought
tooth and nail gaining national attention.
E. National exposure got them contracts in new areas.
The wife of Shorty Rico wore a poncho with nothing under it
modeling in a very well known magizine.
F. Shorty Rico signed a contract with a Territorail Wrestling Outfit
in the Pacific Northwest.
G.They remarried and continued there relationship to include
the new Baby Daddy.
WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE
Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your beautiful euphony, word fusion
When the beginning of two you can't even denounce.
Six months will turn sixty years, hopefully,
Only if you refuse to pull off the plug.
Hope to reminisce your days in the solitary.
Scattered equations be fixed like a computer bug
Malfunctioning & calculating 2 plus 2 as three.
Why is the newly wedded Man called GROOM,
And the woman, full of mystery, called BRIDE?
Her chromosomes which is genetic info room
Is like a deep ocean even as you swim with the tide.
Wedding day was when you 'ere commissioned as GROOM
For the new task of a durational long learning passage.
Nobody calls her WIFE on wedding days but BRIDE,
Your Union overtime will birth it's own adage:
Man "grooms" his BRIDE to become the WIFE.
That's why Men are called "Bridegroom" when he's trending,
Grooming connotes patiently nurturing, teaching her to thrive,
Helping her become and carefully tending.
The altar is for two madly-in-love MATURED mates,
Patiently inclined to groom and to be groomed.
High expectations may automatically results to hate,
To become a WIFE she must be graciously groomed,
It doesn't mean one has the edge.
Before thinking separation, have you groomed her?
Give time for understanding, your universe will merge.
The HAND will need to be patient with the PUZZLE
Else a scattered piece, a show of tumbled King,
Broken Queen will surface, alongside dilapidated Castle.
She's to be your WIFE but still your BRIDE inspite the ring,
Just GROOM the BRIDE, don't painfully hustle
Cos your Union isn't a semantic struggle tussle
If only you follow Divine steps to avoid the hassle.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 7th May, 2020.
An Angelo Arab, you had immense spirit
dappled grey with a huge leap over fences.
Your stable name was Tom, pedigree name
too much of a mouthful for every day use.
In your stable you were a terror to my grooms
pulling faces and hunching up your back as if
to bite or even kick. It was all show you just
wanted to be left alone, a true one person horse.
No other could ride you as you would buck and buck
even going down and rolling to get rid of other riders.
Shoes could be a challenge as you would snatch feet away
or refuse to lift them up, only one blacksmith did you tolerate.
Yet to me and my mother you were so sweet, nickering
a welcome when you saw either of us coming.
You floated over fences winning us many rosettes
when turned out you would race down the jumping lane.
With Sheroake at your heels laughing with glee
you would go up and down time and again.
Then take delight in having a long dusty roll
finally settling down to graze the sweet grass.
Fast as a flash, the clock never a challenge
perfect rounds nearly every single time.
In one year you went from grade C to grade A
barely 14:3 hands tall yet heart of a giant.
You always held a special place in my heart
many the hours we spent together out riding
or practicing in the paddock, at dressage
you were a real ace act graceful as a swan.
Tom sweet Tom how I loved you
maybe the more as only I alone
on your back you would tolerate
your love made me feel so proud
Great spirit horse long may you race
the clouds where you now dwell
If I close my eyes I can still hear
the thundering of hooves flying by.
Never again was there a horse
quite like you. I remember your neat
little ears flickering back and forth
as I spoke to you, with a nicker you
would answer me and toss your head.
Memorial Day – 2020... since time immemorial
crème de la crème strongest and bravest
forsook their lives eternal peace they rest
honored and revered succumbed mortal test.
(now pardon ma faux pas
from dis po' pa try'n 2b sleek)
line six starting here necessitated minor tweak)
Officially called Decoration Day
proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan
first observed on 30 May 1868
Waterloo N.Y. officially declared the birthplace
by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966.
though seven and three fourths score years since
(minor emendation regarding time frame)
Appomattox, a psychological balm
helped stitch frayed nation to calm
served as silent psalm
since bombardment at Fort Sumter qualm.
National holiday most adept
at uniting Civil War fallen soldiers
when fiercely armed as brother in arms crept
against opposing forces, which took
by surprise “enemies” or found inept
ill prepared troops with surprise mortal
blow which ambushed attackers leapt
mowing down valiant soldiers, thus
becoming slain grooms who eternally slept
sorrowful lamentable hymns from
widowed brides tears wept.
Cease fire that day
terminating internecine flay
o’er mounds of earth whence
bones o boys donned blue or gray
a day of remembrance for those
who died in our nation's service lay
celebrated this last Monday every May
one must know tis not about division nay
boot about reconciliation
and sacrifice brave heroes did pay,
the price of their lives for granted
freedoms enjoyed as american lee-way.
Forsooth, now we cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.