Long Hungarian Poems
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To his Hungarian Jewish village, Moses returned
Atrocities were dismissed, his warnings spurned
He described Jews buried in ditches, gave details to persuade:
Agonized children, naked corpses, but the villagers were not swayed
Moses was diagnosed by his listeners as mad
He shouted, "Listen to me", but the wall was ironclad
He asked, "where are all the people who went with me west"?
But the Jews who listened, failed the "tolerance test."
The "tolerance test" is, don't dismiss out of hand
Don't blaze a trail if you don't scout the lay of the land
Entertain the proposition, look for details to disconfirm
Beware the snap judgement, ask, test, so you can learn.
A man came to warn Swiss Jews of genocide
They thought he was a propagandist, so he committed suicide
There is an essay written by a bitter Jew, Koestler was his name
He wote "we were dismissed as maniacs, we warned of the spreading flame"
To get photos out of Poland, some people died
But nine out of ten Americans thought witnesses lied.
British intelligence too couldn't bring themselves to believe
How could lazy heuristics so many deceive?
Finding the truth is not always an arduous task.
Sometimes it can be as easy as courage to ask.
Evidence can be ready to be assembled in your mind
Match up your clues and the answer you may find.
Truthtellers may be dismissed as lunatics, others as extreme
Some as paid-off liars, some as on the other team
There may be too many assumptions that have to be overthrown
Interpretations thought out of context, or overblown
Sticking with what your already know might be too seductive
Your logic might be good, but your model too reductive
A puzzle with missing pieces might never make sense
Unless you get off your chair and look for evidence.
A false idea of virtue can override what's real
Go by what you see, not just what you want to feel.
Some of us live in bubbles, caused by years of indoctrination
This makes it harder to trust sources, have a conversation
Koestler said his recurrent dream was being murdered on the side of a lane
Walkers talked and laughed, didn't hear his cries as he was slain
There are many misdiagnoses, mistakes, some drastic, some mundane
Let's make an effort to derail that deadly train.
Beyond this poetry with soups far apart,
Cabbage with snail traces of temptation,
"Papana?i" in sweet palace of cheese,
"Gumboti" - plum dumplings`nation
Scented with cinnamon on their knees
Kind of the three musketeers`story
- Although we like four- for your glory!
Sweet-sour Hungarian-Wallachian`desert.
Many of my poems are just like... cabbages!
My attempt to add serenity`s smile to all ages:
Now and then, you may find a cauliflower
With thyme and dill and tarragon`s power.
Actually, it's not about art of cooking dreams
Of vegan menu, without any sausages-rhymes;
Nor hot Brazilian ”saudade”- with tea and ice;
Oswald de Andrade's, who is really so nice!
As dedicated body and soul to crown
Gourmets eating themselves; invisible:
In the most post-modern way possible;
I pay a visit to great poets of the world:
I do not wear a shield and a sharp sword
Like in films with pretty ladies and knights
Singing "Chavaliers de la table ronde"-twice;
But I think I love you all, everyone, everyone!
Form:
A law firm partner living on Madison Avenue
bought a farm in the country. What a strange thing to do!
Oliver Wendell Douglas and Hungarian-born wife,
would head for Hooterville to start a new life.
Oliver and Lisa moved from their high-rise penthouse,
to a ramshackle farm with a dilapidated house.
Oliver wanted to leave New York City and Times Square,
to live in the country with chores to do, and fresh air.
To be dragged from New York, to a life that is bucolic,
became disastrous to wife Lisa, and quite tragic.
However, she held her husband Oliver very dear.
In this new life, poor Lisa had to persevere.
Douglas bought this farm from a crook named Mr. Haney.
Haney kept trying something new to get more money.
Oliver deals with the absent-minded Mr. Kimball.
He has a scatterbrained farmhand named Eb, but that’s not all.
Oliver climbs a telephone pole to make a phone call.
Neighbors Fred and Doris Ziffel have a pig named Arnold.
All except Oliver knows what Arnold has told.
Our Oliver would get himself into jams constantly.
All these things combine to make a great comedy.
Not for the contest
Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli,
even an archaic Pianoforti,
long had he craved to play them all.
He was in love with their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.
He loves the sensuality of maple and spruce,
those handcrafted mahogany torsos,
the sprung brass of muted pedals,
deep resonations
within a grand iron skeleton
a tri-legged, beast of beauty,
built to create the most delicate of nocturns,
or a thumping Hungarian Rhapsody.
He would run his fingers,
over their curvaceous sable forms
allow fingertips to caress un-played keys,
the almost erotic white and black harmony
beneath a chaste lid.
He imagines playing
for a lady in crinoline perhaps,
and he the intense composer
of unspoken desires.
Sad to say,
his clumsy laptop fingers,
clattered upon that keyboard,
his coda forever silent.
Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
Virtual Insanity Becomes World Reality
The accursed news, so obviously painful to this poetess!
That we earthlings decided were in need no of divine intervention.
Yes…wanting none of God's love or, attention?
Oh, indeed some not only scoff but pay no heed to God’s direction?
Get real,my intellectually bright friends!
How many more bodies do you in realized need?
El Paso, Dayton, and Chicago where streets …
Are strewn with bobies, blood thirsty keen.
Say what? We are headed for WW III?
But you…..yes you…. you, and I pretend, writing of only Spring?
That body count…not high enough?
Attacks on police is your kind of stuff?
The unethical scoundrels who adore the shadow of death.
Care not of Middle Eastern nor Hungarian precious breath!
The more, the better, the more votes,they get? Ah?
Just to take away their heavenly breath!
For with God, lost Americans have absolutely no deptH.
No laws bring peace, as we have none in place.
We exist in an era where the slogan is"In your face".
And for our animosity and no respect for God, we ,fault the Police?
We taunt law keepers,…not law breakers, that is the truth!
And who will you call when help in needed,a lost soul withot a tooth?
The head of a gang, perhaps?
Who gives not violent a rap for you!
Americans, be especially aware.
The Polce shortage is so horribly bad.
Six-thousand 411, calls coluld not be
answered.
My friends, we have been totally had!
Be ready to protect your own buttoxe!
The Police cannot save we lads and lasses.
Hamas is worldwide, Nazi Germany reborn.
Will people hear me, no, from realitynews they are born!
Their march in streets worldwide, blowing the death horn!
3/20/2025
Part 1
When we spoke, it started as a moment of walking on the eggshells. We did not know where it would lead. Sometimes the amount of uncertainty becomes love. Humpty Dumpty was on the ground and looked up to us as we spoke. Overtime those shells become whole again and formed a better picture. We were like blushing people that were speaking with our hearts instead of our mouths. With each event the truth is revealed to us. At times of doubt, we must ask the Divine to reveal the truth. Maybe the truth is that we are being directed closer to one another.
No matter what you feel please know that you have my heart.
I love you!
It may take a while longer, but God has our lives side-by-side
It feels like God is walking with us
It’s like God is a friend that is a mere mentor
I love you!
Sometimes I may not say it, but I love you
You are my heart as you make me feel every emotion that a future husband shall feel
It will take time and we may go through trials
Please know that we have God giving us these tests to make us stronger
My family may be coming over
My dad is already seeing your beauty, yes he is cautious
My mom is the one that will be more challenging. Of course, that is the Italo-Spagnolo Hungarian Way.
Once you can win her heart…You will have the most loyal mother-in-law
Hell, she may even like you better than myself!
Especially, when the humble nature comes out of me even stronger.
I love you!
No matter the time, I will always love you as you are the beat of my heart.
Spiritual Monsters
Mental Monsters
“What about you talking?” asked Master Satan.
About psychology. About psychologists.
“Tell me.”
Yes. I don’t like them.
“Why?”
They want to rule my mind.
They want to rule my soul.
They want to rule my life.
“How?”
Limited life.
Limited mind.
Limited knowing.
Limited will.
I mean limited personal will.
No imagined personal life goals.
I can’t do my life, because psychology rules my life.
“They chose your life?”
Exactly.
“In the company?”
Yes.Too. Also.
“What about the present?”
I needed a woman there.
“Who is this lady?”
A lady from Romania. From Transylvania.
“More information, please.”
She is around thirty, or a bit younger.
Typically, that character is what I like.
“Understand. Israelite type.”
Yes.
“Continue, please.”
She is Hungarian. She is working in the office.
I am working in the production area. In the kitchen.
So, she is going to break at the same time every day.
“When?”
From twelve to twelve thirty. My break time is not fixed.
I was trying to break the same timer with her.
They saw from the camera how I was running to fix my things.
“Clear everything to go to break.”
Exactly.
“Then?”
They always sent me on break at different times.
Sometimes we met for a few minutes at lunchtime.
But it wasn’t enough to talk.
“Do you think this situation was planned directly?”
Yes. I think I was again a victim of psychological experimentation.
“This was a psychological experiment in London.
Directly or indirectly, by psychologists. Forget that woman.
She collaborated with this kind of psychologists against you.
You are a Hungarian. She is also a Hungarian. But she is a traitorous woman.
She collaborated with this kind of psychology against you. Forget this woman. Forever.”
I do.
“That’s right.”
I want to take a note.
“Do.”
This kind of psychology considers Europeans and
All the other people from other continents are inferior.
I just feel it.
“Thank you.”
“Do you think this kind of psychology rules over its people?”
I think it' psychology that appropriates people.
This kind of psychology considers every person as its own property.
This kind of psychology does not respect the individual.
This kind of psychology is autocratic. Extremely.
You have no will. Your own life. Only this kind of psychology.
Marriage in the court
A love always follows you, oh my love – I don’t forget you
Love always loves you, oh dear love – I can’t forget you
Love always needs you, only you, love – I remember you
You kill years, this time is an unfortunate age for you; to you
Yeah, a love loved you, I needed you, fondness came to you
Yeah, but you didn’t accept my love; pushed me so away; you
Angry? Are you angry? But why? Do you know my life? Yours
Oh, yes. You can’t forgive me. But why? Did I do anything wrong?
I don’t think so. I loved, loved, and will love you. Get it to you
I want to meet with you, I needed to meet with you. Remember?
Remember? In the church. Do you remember? The message.
The Secret Heart of Jesus and St. John the Evangelist Roman
Catholic Church,
Bushey
My lovely linguist love. I loved you. Bushey is your village. Stay
I loved your place. Amazing. Pub, people, land, everything. Heart.
I don’t go there anymore, I am staying in Wembley, this is my home
in England
Yeah. I am a Hungarian. A guy from the European Union. Problem?
Yes. This is the problem. You are a nazi woman. Racist. So painful.
I don’t understand myself. You don’t understand me. Pain is love
I want to meet with you. Not in a cemetery, not in the marriage hall.
Someone afraid of you. I love you. But, we must meet. Yes. I need it.
We will meet in the Court. And you will kiss me. Love of you. To you
Can we meet? In the church? Please. Don’t be afraid of me. It is love.
No, no, we can’t meet in the church. We can meet in the Court. Love
Yeah, I have your gold ring. I love your finger. Vilmos loves you. Feel
Please, give me your hand, give me your life, we can live in the life
Just you and me in the forever time. Please, I respect your life, live
Let me be your lover in our age, in this time of the age, a great time!
Yeah, your ring rolls on the floor of the Marriage Hall. With love, bye
Vilmos
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