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He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas
A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
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Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen
Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
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En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas
Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida
Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“ at the
Emperial Patent-Office in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
Sophie Scholl was raised a Christian in a Lutheran family
Born in the town of Forchtenberg in south west Germany
For standing defiant against evil with her young life she'd pay
In a country that was in deep turmoil and had lost its way.
She was a young teenager in nineteen thirty three
When a new leader offering hope, emerged in Germany
Adolf Hitler was an Austrian, who came to power
And for many it was the start of their darkest hour.
To unite the German people the Nazis held rallies
In some of the larger towns and all the big cities
But something dark and sinister was taking place
The evil Nazis were plotting to create a master race.
All the youth were encouraged to join an organisation
Hitler youth they were known all over the nation
Sophie and her brother together, with some of their friends
Turned their backs on the movement and vowed to make amends.
Word was getting around about death camps and persecution
Together they decided to form, a small non violent organisation
Known as the 'White Rose' who urged the people to renounce Hitler
They handed out leaflets telling the truth, about the Nazis slaughter.
One day at Munich University where Sophie studied as a student
She was seen distributing leaflets on what Nazi ideology meant
A janitor intervened and confronted her, and wouldn't let her go
She was arrested and then handed over to the notorious Gestapo.
They interrogated her to find out, who her accomplices were
But she wouldn't give them their names, as they tortured her
They charged her with high treason and sentenced her to death
To die by the guillotine and the date of execution was set.
They executed twenty one year old Sophie for making a stand
And they had accused her of being a traitor, to the fatherland
They eventually captured the others, five of them in all
And they too walked to their deaths standing proud and tall.
It’s people like Sophie who want to make the world a better place
And not supporting some twisted ideology like a master race
The Nazis were eventually defeated and their leaders tried
But not before Sophie and millions of other innocents had died.
Written 15th May 2021.
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He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to *********** for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual
pleasure and was drawn to the blond girl
in the photo and had the face of an angel
One day after that sat a café frequented by
students, he met a young woman he thought looked
like the girls in the photo, she smiled at him
and asked him what he was studying
he told her she liked him a lot
Whenever he had a break, he went to the café
to meet herm after a week, they were holding
hands, it took him longer to invite her to see
a movie, but the ***** pictures he had seen
were disturbing, his loins lusted after her
Coming out of the cinema, walking in the dark
streets, they embraced and kissed, on fire
intensely, he lost control of the lust and
thought he had raped her, she was angry with
he threatened to tell them he had hurt her
He held around her neck and begged her not to tell
he would be fired from the UNI and sent home
so hard he pressed, she was lifeless in his grip
and fell to the ground with a gasp and thought
she was dead and ran away in a panic
He ran and ran until coming to his room, where
he was exhausted, fully dressed, and fell asleep, but in dreams, the same scene, him holding around
the girl's throat thought
it had been a dream, but he knew it was not
He undressed, smelling of her and her perfume
the child in him took over, thought of
cutting himself, confessing the murder, and hoped
they would feel compassion for him
Resigned, he changed trousers, walked to school
At the gate of the UNI, he saw her talking to two
men in suits, she saw him, she pointed and
said it's him, it's him, and they arrested him
had lost, what would his dad think of him now
YOUR DAYCARE TEACHER RETURNING FROM MUNICH LANDING AT GREATLAKES TRAIN STATION FINDING A JOB AS THE QUARTER GIRL WITNESSING THE ULTIMATE WITH MY EYES CLOSED EARS OPEN YES SILENCE SECRECY DEATH OCCURS DEATH PLOTTED DEATH OCCURS WHERE ARE YOU WHO ARE YOU KAY TELL US WHAT YOU SAW TELL US WHAT YOU HEARD HERE WRITE IT HERE KAY YOU ARE SAFE HERE DEAR KAY ARE YOU ALRIGHT HONEY CAN YOU PASS THE KLONOPIN TWO BARS OF BUSPRIONE A LEXAPRO WITH A LAMOTRIGINE ON TOP OH A FEW OLANZIPRINE DIM THE LIGHTS A BIT QUIET LOWER YOUR BITTERNESS IT'S A DRAFT IN HERE A WARM WRAP COMFY YOU ASK ME OF ARSON MURDERS A TAILOR SHOP A CAB STAND FBI WIRE TAPS INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD IS THE BABY BREATHING CAN YOU HEAR THE HEART BEAT CAN YOU TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY HEART BEAT AND MY FETUS TOO LATE NOW HER BRAIN AND SPINE IS DAMAGED AND ME WELL I'M SHATTERED BUT DON'T YOU DARE SAY A WORD HIDING THIS BRUTAL ILLNESS KEEPS ME AMONG THE LIVING I AM ONE HEART BEAT FROM NON EXISTENCE SO YOU ASK ME WHY I AM SILENT I HEAR LOUD HEART BEATS CAN YOU HEAR THEM CYPROHEPTADINE HELPS WITH THE NIGHTMARES DO YOU HAVE NIGHTMARES THEY ARE OKAY I MEAN YOU GET USE TO THEM IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO TELL IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE OR NOT BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SMELL OR TASTE A NIGHTMARE SHATTERS MY SOUL TO OPEN MY EYES DREAMING WHILE AWAKE NARCOLEPSY SINKS IN THE DREAM BECOMES SO VIVID YOU CAN TOUCH THE STARS THAT FELL ONTO YOU BED SPREAD TRY AND PICK THEM UP YOU JUST CAN'T BELIEVE YOU AS ACTUALLY ASLEEP WITH YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN NUVIGIL ARMODAFINIL KEEPS ME AWAKE ALL DAY JUST SO I COULD SLEEP AND NOT DREAM REM SLEEP GRAVELY INTERRUPTED YOU ARE A SPECIAL AGENT OR A SPECIAL NEEDS AGENT HOW DO YOU COPE WITH PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER DEPRESSIVE DISORDER HAVE YOU EVER WENT TO WORK AND CRIED ALL DAY IN FRONT OF SUPERVISORS CO WORKERS ITS AWFUL I NEVER FELT SO USELESS YOU HOPE PEOPLE IGNORE YOU JUST LOOK AWAY TEARS BUCKLE YOU OVER YOU CAN'T GO BACK TOMORROW YOU'RE JUDGED FOR BEING BROKEN YOU COULD GO TO TALK THERAPY STAND UP AND SHARE HI I AM BROKEN I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GANGS KAY YOU ARE SAFE NOW
What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and genesis of existence.
While it’s a welcome contrast from other countries,
there’s evidence that it’s replete with triumph and fall;
just after Bolzano, Trento, Rovereto, Verona Porta Nuova,
Peschiera del Garda, Desenzano della Garda-Sirminione and Brescia.
That from Milan Central Station the train arrives in Monaco.
Indeed, I was so impressed to see the main city
its combined history and culture; a satisfaction
just on the horizons they gave me an enormous impression
to the so-called civilization that München defines its soul.
Churches can be found almost in every corner
with their baroque or lavish rococo architecture,
some artifacts and gothic designs in some parts
in the eye of the beholder, they’re indeed a treasure.
People from all walks of life converge at the epicentre
the bustling footpaths, crowded shops and restaurants
with families from Dubai, Abu Dhabi and Pakistan
Asians or other Europeans in common desire
this place holds a promise for future and families.
Germans in general, love to drink and hang out with friends
a place like Hofbräuhaus where huge crowds can be found
a good description, the best picture to recall.
Deutsch, the language spoken but difficult to learn
gave me an impression of its beauty in articulation.
With their conventional greetings like in many other cultures
respect is the by-word along with courtesy and reason.
like the Olympic Park, Marienplatz, Nymphenburg palace,
English Garden, Königsplatz and many other sights
They’re beautiful places steeped with history and connection
to the people of München who love their own culture.
I may not be keen about other European cuisines
however, as a person drawn to taste them all
with a sweet tooth I couldn’t resist a typical German version
of the American pancake served in the morning
kaiserschman, its name and it’s common to all.
He viewed his name as an awkward constitution for commoners to address so plainly and nonchalantly. Adolf held a preconceived opinion that a simplistic reversal of his name would suffice. To avoid an embarrassing brouhaha, the name Adolf presented a less than formal relationship, which he viewed as unbecoming for an absolute future leader of the Weimar. However, Hitler's name airs out a room. Hence, both Hitler and the Nazi Party proclaimed their righteous placement in the history books, then and forever. It is a clueless promise that a superior-complex individual, that Hitler's enlightened proclamation would have a timeless future. Hitler's sense of power, being almost god-comparable imagery, arrogantly viewed it as eternal
Karl Mayr ... The title of Captain accorded him to serve as the German General Staff of the Reichswehr from 1919 to 1920. The position would be able to forward both Mayr and Hitler closer to each other. It placed Mayr as Hitler's superior in the Army Intelligence Division. Mayr's appointment came in 1919. It was on the 30th of May of that year. There is no historical record of how Mayr was able to mount up a connection with Hitler. My in-depth research of the subject matter focused on Mayr. The position he held made the reality plausible. As an overseer of Munich, it undoubtedly placed him in a unique position. It led Mayr to recruit Hitler. The time was June 1919. Now, again, I am presented with a conundrum. Based on my previous conclusion, was Mayr aware of Hitler's most recent acquaintance?
Ernst Julius Gunther Rohm ... joined Germany's Army in 1906. Wounded during WWI, he was decorated with the Iron Cross First Class. After the war, Rohm served as Captain in the Reichswehr. He assisted Franz Ritter von Epp's Freikorps. In 1919,. He joined the same party that Hitler was in before its name changed to the Nazi Party. Nobody had known of Rohm's true character, except for a few who kept it under wraps, including Adolf Hitler.
The Champion
Controlled by remote desires I trip the laurel fuse of longing ancestry
My Mom had been chosen to compete diving from the high platform of
Hitler’s mania for ‘Kraft’ ‘Freude’ living space terror raised arms and all in
guns blazing a misplaced childhood offered on the altar of manic delusion
Wreaths gathered dust on unmarked graves white crossed monuments
administered torches blazed parades marched lined the ‘Higher Faster
Longer’ ‘More Ideologically Corrupt’ abuse of innocent festival of youth
Replaced demounted sacred Mount Olympus for Auschwitz and Stalingrad
My mother was no Jesse Owens who blackened Nazi dreams of whiter than
white no ‘Black Consciousness Runner’ shoving gloves to the sky in post-fascist
Munich 1972 quite close to Dachau where Jews Sinti and Roma vanished
at the hand of Swastika’s psychopathology for denial distanced denied memory
A colour TV to watch remote from a distance was the closest she ever got to
her dream of honour and glory disgraced by politics assassinated like Israeli
athletes in a continuation and preview of fanatical devilish monsters high and
low jacking innocent sports for propaganda politics malignant ideas and ideals
In 1944 there were no Olympics titanic battles were scrambled instead in
General’s Admiral’s chessboards and tactical blood baths no dives into chlorine
and water just rotting gassed trenches exploding the dreams pawns in the Games
crushing to bone meal the Peace with their tanks and grenades fusing demise
1948 came to London awaking from ruins and rubble and the brain washed
German Olympians were banned from all sports had they not spread eagled
their passion prostituted their vigour for eugenics death Fuehrer and Fatherland
My mother tainted blemished in blood and in water a fallen hero on her sword
09th August
Written for Healing Peace and for the contest 'Olympic Mania'
The Clock on the mantelpiece
Has a story to tell of love
It is a memory left behind
Like that of two turtle doves
My mother was in middle school
My father in her class
They were friends from grade one
How this bond did last.
Mother had a problem
Was always late for school
Trouble was in waking
As parents were in night pool.
They both worked together
In the country's health unit
Her father was a doctor
Mother a matron in Munich.
So to avoid any embarrassment
Father gifted her a clock
Mechanical; with a chime and tock.
She used it to all good use
Cherished the gift from dad
Not aware that some day
They would wed after grad.
I grew up with the click-clack
The hammer chiming alarm,
Alone at times I would admire
Golden hands that bore a charm.
They crawled slowly forward
Across the face of time
Every half hour it would
Announce with a chime.
Now the clocks gone silent
Wheels have stopped to turn,
I look at it in wonder
Curiously filled with concern.
I needed it repaired
Restored to its place
Needed a reliable horologist
To save the clock's face.
Read about just that kind
In a Swiss country town
Went there to meet him
Hoping he'd do a discount.
I was surprised to learn
He would do it for free
Cause that was the last clock made
For a friend named Henry.
He was young then in Munich
Making clocks and watches to sell
Had younger siblings
Had to support by himself.
His parents killed in war time
When bombing over town
They were in the cellar
While we played in wooded ground.
He called me back months later
I saw the clock all done
I offered him a token
A new friendship had begun.
Took the clock back home
Driving all the way
Placed it on the mantelpiece
Where it stands till today.
IV.
Liesel looked down to the girl by her side,
her brother’s features were perfectly clear,
she hugged the small girl, and her fears vanished,
replaced by a cascade of happy tears.
She look up and cried, “Tell me, what’s your name?
Who is it that care for kids after death?”
The woman replied, “In life I was known
as a Duchess from Munich, Elsebeth.”
Liesel’s eyes went wide with realization,
“I know that name! They say you had twelve children!”
“Thirteen,”she said, “I think that’s why he chose me,
I had experience mothering them.’
Then Liesel frowned, a dark thought occurring,
“If you are dead, and these children are too,
then am I not dead? Is that how I could
pick up your trail and easily follow you?”
Elsebeth saw real fear there in her eyes,
and said, “Do not fear, you are living yet.
He probably let you pick up my trail
so He could find a replacement, I’d bet.
“I have delayed my entry to Heaven,
but even this is a matter of time.
Maybe He wanted you to see all this,
the next caretaker He wanted to find.
“But I wouldn’t let that weight on your thoughts,
you are quite young, and not even a wife,
children and family lay before you,
so go out and live a good, happy life.
“But not right away, we have all this food,
and a bed where you tonight can sleep safe.
Come on children, help me carve up this goose,
another gift of our God’s endless grace!”
And so they did eat, and come the next day,
Liesel hugged her nice before she did depart,
never again could she find that cabin,
though it was never that far from her heart.
And in coming years, when children died young,
and all would sadly tromp out to their grave,
Liesel would look to the woods for the crone,
then give dear Elsebeth a friendly wave.
Give us this day our daily…
I do not even have to move my bottom much
remote control in hand I choose what they call
news just the old stuff in new wrappers blown
apart by endless bombing greed retaliation grief
Every day the same old truths on the channels
depicting the flow charts of so called humanity
Monday to Saturday a madman madwoman
suicide bomber axe wielding crazy Neonazi
ISIS fighter not so Godly fundamentalist young
High School Student freedom fighter martyr is
inflicting blood torn limbs tears fear and anger
every day another figure death toll statistic life
I watch the news on Sunday yet again and some
thing is missing no new explosion not even a rerun
on the screen of lives shattered meaning little
some no doubt more equal than others in demise
It hits me like a flash that just for today there is
no report of new fatalities and my world of routine
crumbles and exposes the missing disaster the void
Hey but then 'reassurance' creeps in from the depth
of the mind that even this minute bodies are shred
torn to bits in Aleppo and Bagdadh Kabul Bujumbura
for one dogma or other some deflection or gain
Order is restored nothing from Munich or Paris from
Brussels or Chicago the pinnacles of Western Northern
creation not much from the grey zone of othering either
like Ankara Istanbul Nairobi and Dar Es Salaam where
frequencies of dying seem to ring another lonely pitch
Some news is not worth mentioning I suppose as
there is overload of evil and of reports that numb and
dissect the borders of power the right from the wrong
And yet something was wrong this Sunday on the news
but who is to say what is correct and what is at fault…
31st July 2016 and every day