Long Hungary Poems

Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a lot...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti

Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died on a Nazi death march, shot to death in cold...

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Don’t look at me
As though I am an alien or a stranger,
Don’t let the dagger of antipathy
Fly out of your eyes.

I am your neighbor.

Don’t call me a foe, an antagonist, or a rival,
Don’t roll up...

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Eminent domain, manifest destiny, usurpation...

Maternal grandfather of mine
long since passed among the living;
He left his Motherland 
before onset of Holodomor,
a policy of the Soviet Union 
aimed at the destruction 
of the Ukrainian nation,
the 1932–1933 genocide...

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Eminent domain, manifest destiny, usurpation...

Russian soldiers in general
and Vladimir Putin in particular
perpetrate outright injustice
against Ukrainian population.

Impossible mission to comprehend
the mindset of belligerent, egotistical,
indignant, NeoNazi, tsarist
self anointed totalitarian zealot.

Gross violation of human rights
blatantly carried out
courtesy diabolical...

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1: Which region of the globe has the lowest standard of living?

a. the Middle East.
b. sub-Saharan Africa
c. Asia.
d. Latin America.

2: Which of the following is not a country in the Third World?

a. Latin America
b. Asia.
c....

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Continued from Part 1

Hungary hounds harangue the highlands,
howl at skies and desert islands…
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose

Lighthouse lamps and lanterns lolling…
Mute abandoned fleets are calling…
The shallow shadowed portholes vaunt dim...

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People of Good – strengthen your ties!
      Glory to the heroes-defenders 
of the Donbas 
//////////////////////////////
Message to the Ukra-President

?? who sows the wind, reaps whirlwind

How can you live, oh, “Independent” leader,
A...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way

of its progress---

with black gold funneling back...

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O’Great Nations of the West,
To you I pen my loving best,
A Warning for all Military,
Leviathan that Dragon waits for thee,

When thou thought all is well,
Plotted against thee from burning hell,
This ‘Artemis and her Dragon’s be,’
Two...

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Letter to My Wife
by Miklos Radnoti
translated by Michael R. Burch

A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944

Deep down in the darkness hell awaits--silent, mute.
Silence screams in my...

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For this Turk Turku is a 1-horse
city but he has got to have horse
sense. He will not be as happy as a peacock in Turkey.
Hindi, the Turk word for turkey, is how we'll call this...

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"My Love"
It's only a little pain
A quick rush
To the brain
Time to go INSANE
FEEL-
I feel so strong, so powerful
One more kill
One more thrill
One more chance up and up this hill
This hill I climb
Now a mountain
A fuqqing...

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you like history here you go, a list of their history in short

740.    BC The Assyrians cursed them.

579.    BC The Babylonians fell asleep and remained for about 60 years.

70....

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I feel privileged.

I have been chosen by the Government 
as part of a group testing something called 
Edible Clinical Marijuana.

Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito 
because the name sounds sort of...

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Lonely as the contact
Silently the phone rings
Umber is my stomach
As I sit all wound in stings

Far away was the country
That sent me on this call
I know you know I am here
And wanting away from it...

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Having been born in legendary Italy,a country
as old as the stones of the Via Appia,
made me recall the fiery image of Attila...
the barbarian from Hungary,
who dared to defeat the mighty Romans: 
by sacking their imperial...

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It's only a little pain
A quick rush
To the brain
Time to go INSANE
FEEL-
I feel so strong, so powerful
One more kill
One more thrill
One more chance up and up this hill
This hill I climb
Now a mountain
A fu.king mountain
My...

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I was born in the African horn,
In a village, that was always warn torn,
Tired of my life, on a gloomy morn,
I took that fateful decision alone.

Without telling my loving family,
I left them behind, sleeping happily,
I...

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(November 2016)

Twas Hillig, but the Limey Gove
Did whine and witter in the Brext.
All Szyddly was the Orban cove
And Grabberwock out-Mexed.

“Beware the Grabberwock, my dear,
The salesman’s talk, the dubious thatch.
Beware his leakiwick, and fear
His groomious undersnatch.”

She...

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Twas Hillig, but the Limey Gove
Did whine and witter in the Brext.
All Szyddly was the Orban cove
And Grabberwock out-Mexed.

“Beware the Grabberwock, my dear,
The salesman’s talk, the dubious thatch.
Beware his leakiwick, and fear
His groomious undersnatch.”

She took...

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The wolf and the bunny rabbit loved to meet for tea
Although they were a very odd pair
They enormously enjoyed each ohers company

The bunny rabbit was always a most gracious host
Whenever the wolf would come to...

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a short memory

There were and still are two airports on the flatland 
outside of our town, therefore many German soldiers 
where stationed here.
Since roads, and bridges had to be built and maintained 
there was good...

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Vilmos: You can’t be bound for a thousand years.
             My life is yours.
          ...

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