Long Macht Poems

On the canvas of a cold, grey, winter sky,
In large black letters above the Iron Gate,
Read the message: "Arbeit Macht Frei".
A shrewdly sinister, propagandist lie,
Designed to deceive all of our eventual fate.
This was the very...

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Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again - updated

Steely Dan sing queen (me)
outdid himself on sixtieth anniversary 
after Grahame Wood 
determined to meet 
the evolving needs of the community 
opened the first Wawa Food Market 
in Folsom,...

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King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions bespeak one who’s not an architect for peace—not at all,
rather...

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Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again

Even when iron not red hot, 
I implement non customary quarks 
regarding foreigner rather cold as ice
namely delinquent outsize credit card debt 
mandates yours truly, 
a cheesy survivor who rem: members...

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Nineteen twenty-four and the wind was cold,
When men in uniform entered our town;
Forced us to leave in their boxcars,
Made us believe that it was for our own safety.

With no time to fix our things
We hurriedly...

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No words describe, 
sufferings worse than hell,
Goes beyond pure evil, 
even a story cannot tell,
We’ve all seen pictures, 
making grotesque sense,
But only the stench, 
reflects this actual offense. 

Cruelty surpasses cruelty, 
overtaken by hate,
Unique to...

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At The Gates of Auschwitz

Today, I stand
At the gates of hell;
“Arbeit macht frei,”
(work sets you free!)
That is Auschwitz.
Where they burned God’s children,
And the world stood by;
Oblivious,
To what was happening inside.

The League of Nations
(Whose mandate was...

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Czeslawa Kwoka              
             #26947 04/12/1943
     ...

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ARBEIT MACHT FREI!!!
Drain the lifeblood dry
Hard work will make you free
As the wicked swing their whips that's the song they all sing
Screaming in the ears of little lost lambs way down on dirty knees

On Perditions...

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1. Das Ritual (Satis Shroff)

Eine betagte Dame sitzt auf dem Boden
und spielt ein Tamborin.
Die anderen sitzen im Kreis.
Plötzlich legt sie das Tamborin beiseite,
Steht auf und verläßt den Raum.
Sie lebt in einem Altersheim.
Sie öffnet ihre Zimmertür,
Schaut...

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I arrived here in the morning,
I do not know the hour,
For I was taken without warning, 
And did not have the power
To resist those men in grey.

From the box car I was led,
Through a great...

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With alcohol coursing through my veins,
I sense and feel the best of my pains.

With double resolve to amend my aims,
I can’t believe I really want to.

Oh Alcohol!  Oh Alcohol!  Oh Alcohol!
you are the...

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Skeletons

Oh, skeletons have always lurked
 Into the closets of all faiths
From millenniums to present day
Deities have justified
The slavery of all savaged souls
Armenians a million fold
A genocide that was denied 
The Ottomans fulfilled their toll

Especially the...

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(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)

Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in...

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Ich will es ihr echt gönnen auch wenn es vlt eh zu spät ist aber es tut weh 
Es tut weh sie aufzubauen 
Es tut weh wenn man bemerkt das sie die Chance hatte die...

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Musicians played classics as condemned marched under “ARBEIT MACHT FREI.”
Losing their “SOLES” and “SOULS” the future options for each gassee!

For every pair of empty leather “SOLES” you see,
they took a lovely “SOUL” away from you...

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ARBEIT    MACHT     FREI  *

Each metro station should have this sign.
Descend  to  the hot abyss,  to the line.
Steel  monster  vomits people to the...

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Behind the barbed wire

Behind the barbed wire a cherry tree blooms:
bustling petals in the land of death.
Behind the barbed wire a gradient runs
between the scent of flowers
and the omnipresent stench
of burning flesh
wafting from the crematory...

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Fallen im Wind
wenn der Herbst sie müde macht am Baume.
Durchsichtig, wie Stücke aus Glas,
ruhen sie am Ufer des Flusses,
haben ihre eigene Sprache.
Und, wie die Nachtigall ihre Lieder dem Wind anvertraut,
so erzählen die Blätter ihre Legenden...

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Gaddafi

I see America dancing in oil sodden nights, nostrils stinking the scent of death 
Your ghost exorcising demons of colonialist clout, walking along banks of the lost river 
River that lost its freedom 
Your shadow...

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The first weakening of night 
picks out telephone lines, 
black against sky. 

The eyelid of a garage door 
lurches laboriously up. 
A car coughs blue breath. 

With aerosols and plastic scrapers 
clandestine delights of frostwebs...

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Schönheit hat ihre Krallen in mein Fleisch gesetzt,
Schmerz, den ich nicht glauben wollte. 
Denn ich wusste nichts von deinen Mühen;
wie verloren du bist in deinem Bild.

In deiner Hand war Komfort eingraviert,
wie süchtig du die Schwachen...

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Dystopia seems to be
The perfect place for we.
We are not individual.
We are one.
One mind.
One mouth.
One heart.
One soul.
We are always.
But we are never.
Control is important.
Freedom is dangerous.
Look what happens to the free.
War. Famine. Hate and Death.
Eradicate...

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Where are these cattle cars taking us to?
  Instantly a stench travels through my pours.
A sign translates “Work sets you free.” For Jews?
Children are shaking from their very core,
men on one side, woman on...

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Time is like roulette.
The wheel stops for a while
when you choose a number
or color to try your luck.
You win and you lose
and you gamble again.
Time frees you from the burden
of too much of everything.


Die Zeit...

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