Long Horse and cart 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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Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And never ever lock it

But still so many struggled
To buy food...

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A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.

The first sod to...

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I remember when I was a little girl
And the Rag and Bone man came round
On his cart pulled by a horse
All manner of things could be found

A washing machine with a broken ringer
And a bicycle...

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It was an age when
bread was delivered
by a baker in a horse and cart
and carried to the house
in big wicker basket,
and the milkman left bottled milk
on the doorstep before the sun
was up, and old men...

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About the end of times when
Carts were hauled by Shires,
Coal was king and homes
Were heated by open fires,
A seemingly huge dark figure
From my early childhood days
As he drove his horse and cart
Through the country byways
From...

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Toy’s abattoir has decayed.
Gone is the bank, E.S. & A.
One time Witton Street brickwork’s,
is grass growing over the clay.
Bruton the blacksmith has rusted.
His name on a shed disappears.
The water trough in Mackey Street,
has not seen...

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Can I find the words to say, just what you mean to me today
And what you’ve meant to me, throughout these forty years gone by
We first met at that meet n greet, a low brick...

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Is it today now or yesterday still?
Is it time already for morning pill?
hazy light filters in through the window,
as crimson gathers over distant hill!

Can’t tell early dawn from the evening glow,
for me time stands still...

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A Story of the Unsung. 

Man, horse and cart wait at the railway station, picking up wares
 and delivering them to local shops. Every July the man and horse 
go on holiday to the country...

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Crossroads to where life began
Fear of dark cold round me again

In the twilight before the morn
Scattered grass iced, forlorn
Silence in the air ash orangy dawn
Fire burnt out like clouds in storm

Life in vain for a...

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It's a cold bitter day
the wind it bites like needles
head held low, wind chimes
beckon from the open fields
to the shelter of his elders
woods, a cabin quaint and humble
place enough to potter and mumble
where he kneels...

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(An Addingham poem)

‘There!  Where every curve
injects another memory.’

Analytic beauty that
nestled in verdant valley
allows the mind to review,
where archaic dry-stone walls
enhance the ancestral ghosts,
impeccable trees, nature’s
guardian to one’s heady days,
inscribed when lovers called.
Now historic brows...

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I open the oven door
to a blast of heat 
and hot bread bulging
out of a high tin, brown, crusty
and ready to be taken out.
That smell wafts across 
seventy years to when I can
remember bread being...

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BACKSTREETS

In the back streets of my mind,
I play again the games of my childhood.
Vehicles few and far between, to interrupt our play;
Our soccer ball, leather scuffed by tarmac,
Thuds against the goal, chalked on the wall
Of...

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Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers,
cold as it settles upon the fine hairs.
Runty knobs form along the exposed skin,
an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter.
Secured dwellings sheltering those from who...

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Painstakingly I gathered shrapnel from grandpa’s fields, 
sold them to the metal man who came on horse & cart.
Alas, disaster struck...the sixpence, fruit of my hard work,
slipped through my fingers, forever lost in the soil!
A...

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I knew of a family
 In an unpainted small house
In the poorest part of the town
The man of the house
Had met his love, Maria
Together they produced 8 children
I wondered where they slept.
The oldest child’s name...

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Technology,
Just a time travel away!
Did people become so brilliantly clever!
Within a blink of an eye,
Evolving superhuman beings,
From cavemen to inventors,
Hunter-gatherers,
To knowledge condensers,
Traveling thousands of miles,
Within the speed of light,
From horse and cart,
To jetting across the...

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History of the people 

At the Newmarket, it was the oldest one
in town,  the farmers came with horse and cart selling their produce
Their women folks sold thick long underwear, 
handy in winters when the...

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Unreceived  Parcel

I have sent your parcel Please be patient  
Your curtain hooks have been sent 
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it 
I will make a special deliver 
Through the dark...

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I know two sisters, know em fairly well
The younger ones from heaven
But the older ones from hell
There's no fear of mistaking them
As they look worlds apart
Younger ones a ferrari
Older ones a horse an cart
I've never...

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Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered	
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price

Soups and soft food is all...

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Not a Democrat

Is democracy good for individual freedom
a year when spring sprang early
he bought horse and cart and made a living 
moving people's rubbish to the town's pit 
He was not a man working from 9 to...

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Friday shopping

The farmer and I went shopping every Friday
(horse and cart) to a small town at the lowland, the shop had a stable.
This place had no café or bars; the farmers congregated in the stable...

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