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"A photograph (1949) - my father's story, a gloomy image"
A young man, who already has a heavy luggage
The backpack he has been carrying since birth
a gloomy image ...
The struggle to be present in life
He pushes his hair away from his eyes
where he walks in an unknown city
Everyone knows it's pretty tough to be young
It's about growing up ... fast
Dare to go out into the world,
naked and vulnerable -
a gloomy image ...
He had to help his mother, stepfather
and half siblings - a financial support
Wish I could read his thoughts
Dig a little deeper into the human mind
The meaning behind your pain
Humiliation and never accepted
This is not a sunshine story
a gloomy image ...
Although the photograph is yellowed and faded
His thoughts means an irreplaceable role for some
12.09.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
3rd place in the contest
i'm a country boy,
as country as can be;
i'm barefoot when i go to church,
don't give a hoot 'bout society!
i sleep naked in the back yard,
go skinny dippin' in the lake;
when i use the outhouse,
the ground's gonna quake!
i eat with both hands,
possum, squirrel, an' coon;
cook 'em on an open fire,
an' use my fingers as a spoon!
bouncin' rocks off turtle shells,
sippin' moonshine from a jug;
sweet as a store bought teddy bear,
it's okay to give me a hug!
i love my thermal underwear,
they're red, with a cute lil' flap;
i'll curl up in the chicken coop,
for a long afternoon nap!
i ain't much for fightin'
but i don't take no crap;
if you push me in a corner,
get ready for a scrap!
forget that bottled water,
i'm drinkin' from a well;
next time you're in the country,
stop and visit for a spell!
Fred's Wife Needed Her Wings Clipped Or Did She
So it's men's bowling night out.
Usually Fred would bring his fan club,
his wife.
But lately his wife needed her wings clipped.
She done Fred wrong.
Real bad, real bad
where Fred didn't come home for three days
last week
After a night out of bowling the guys stop off
at the local pub, where everyone knows each other.
Fred orders the guys a round of drinks
and then pawns his loyalty to his wife
to all the listeners at the bar
Remember Fred's wife done Fred wrong
Isn't that right? Or is it rights that isn't?
Fred's all wound up, elephant memory and all.
He's stripping his wife naked in front of the guys,
exposing all the dirty secrets and laundry.
Go Fred, Go Fred, Go Fred
He's pregnant ... with piranha's.
He's stupid, with donkeys riding piggyback
Or is that the other way around?
Fred's on a roll.
For one hour straight, and more rounds a beer
for the guys he's going at it.
Even the fat smelling, a homeless lady in the corner
is licking her chops for Fred's free beer. Not him.
By now Fred's reduced his wife to residue.
Remember Fred's wife done him wrong ...
she needed her wings clip ...
or did she?
Man, oh man ... what kind of guy would do that?
Being so underhanded
and being such a man eating specimen
connie pachecho
2/9/17
A jungle of mysteries, ruled by uncertainties
nurtured by intrigues and cycles
but invaded by misnorma to fairness
is a system, sustaining all animate interactions.
This is Life!
No rule, no formula, just connections
with only one goal: Survival.
The summation of one and one
differs in various situations.
An Engine powered largely by fate,
averagely by efforts and relatively by luck
is its inevitable offer which cannot be rejected.
That is Life!
Attracted to a beautiful flower
like a bee
then abandons it to make its comb
on a tree.
A being can be in command
to all achievable accolades
but is still never at the top, like an employee.
Such is Life
Making an attempt with fire
can result to so much glee
but absorbing its mere flames alone
can make you pay a huge fee.
A hopeful, innocent and cute new bride
now becomes wiser, stronger but a divorcee.
Such is Life!
It can be the hotness of coffee
with sweet smelling expectations
but swift bitter results.
Surprise! Its wholesaler,
glancing afar to see
but what is really wanted is just below the knee.
such is Life!
It is a supermarket; absolutely free,
naked one goes in
no matter the shopping spree
nor the testing of best Diamonds
naked shall one come out
that is the only guarantee
regardless of whether you agree!
This.....................is life!
Leaves release from their place of honor
Firm branches remain behind as naked
Look down on diamond blue hillsides fall
That origin, location where trees begin
With a proper perspective on leaf and limb
Held firm are the branches tilting forward
Acknowledging tomorrow from the womb...
The purpose is clear
The objective was shade
But now, no more, as it is gone
Shade disappears under the turtle tree
Exposed by the relentless sun hanging drunk
There in the total dark of space without strict discipline
Deciding to fire up the sky in search of hiding creatures
To burn them alive if necessary
Look under the trees void of leaves
Turtles fried white turned lifeless
They lay there, outed by the sun
And anything that lays beneath its scrutiny of light
There to be revealed by the barren bark dies
Stripped of what they were, trees surrender
A breeze takes their offspring leaves off to other worlds
Green with envy never to be returned
Trees have no secrets of their own
Where they come from only they know
To keep on growing is the goal
Hiding in clear sight with roots intact
Making new leaves to start the cycle
Every leaf is released into oblivion
Trees believe and follow their beginning
...What he saw there made blood run cold,
His sister naked in the light,
Chained to a bed, soiled and stained
Her stomach swollen and tight.
She was covered in refuse and blood,
Her eyes saw him but didn’t see,
She said no words, just babbled on,
And endless, painful mumbling.
A twig cracked, and he swirled around,
Seeing the scarred face of his foe,
Mays went for his pistol, Wainwright fired
And the thug stumbled back from the blows.
Wain kept firing, long after he was dead
Emptying his entire magazine,
He turned Mays’s face into a red ruin,
And let out an anguished scream.
The whole town was shocked by the affair,
By the sheer depths of Mays’s cruelty,
They left his body for vultures and crows,
A sent poor Henrietta back to the east.
It was said that her mind was too far gone,
She knew not even when she gave birth,
Spent her days locked-up, stark raving mad,
Until a fever took he from the earth.
The child was raised by an uncle and aunt,
Never the truth of his father to know,
But Wain never came back, after all he’d seen
He moved north to trap in ice and snow.
After what he had seen he couldn’t return,
Couldn’t buy into mankind’s illusions,
He married a squaw and lived in the woods,
Free from civilization’s delusions…
Faces of eggshell abeyance dripping
breathless from the branches of bemusing bathos
bespeaking dreams of being worn
as masks of romance,
to be shattered by the essence of a kiss
that evapoeates the veil separating
shadow from flesh,
Can You hear them Luv,
voices of a pale color
murmuring a covet for caress,
can You feel the palor of their pathos,
touch the ashen blush,
a smooth melancholia lush,
mouths, still open,
in hush for that pulse rush,
We are in a grotto of disembodied desire,
these spirits ache like embers dying to burn
as We have ached to love learn,
shall We share with them our heart rhythm,
give them a taste of dilated veins,
of fluid soul ablaze,
You embrace my marbled forearm
with tearing mouth and panting bites,
like a woman committed to primal passion,
I love You as the Tiger loves the prowl,
put your hands heavenly upon my face Luv,
Sshhhh,,,
I place this mask upon the warmth
of your face for ritual affection,
It fits like rose bloom,
place the other ghost skin on mine,
Yes, it feels like living wax fresh
from a black candle flame,
We enter one another like lights
of lava pour,
It has begun my Luv,
the unabashed ambush of innocence
by unbridled lust,
expressing hunger primordial
through a compassion moral,
there be not shame in our giving flame,
We are righteous in naked virtue -
J.A.B.
out of the blue you arrived
not just the usual winter blues
more like permafrost with icicles
piercing all colour out of me
until everything was black
the dogs on my shoulder
a pack of wild hounds
haunting me down
growling chewing digesting
before there was no more prey
to be sucked out of my life
one of them in particular
showed no mercy but wore
the face of my ex a terrier
and I was the rat in my nightmare
a silent movie paused on its reel
clockwork arrested in agony
but death refused the call for
endless loops would not retreat
out of nowhere a petite woman arrived
in an aquamarine dress with whistles
and bells on her outfit
she led me to a cerulean sofa
took off my charcoal garments
undressed what was to become
she blew kisses and smiles
onto my naked skin and painted
flowers of hope in magenta and crimson
with honeydew stems and forest green shoots
the hole changed to whole in split seconds
of passion kindness compassion and love
lust for life if you want and hollowed depression
out of the blue morphed from beneath our moans
a young soulmate with a dolphin earring
who also bore some tattoos on her skin
but she calls it cinnamon bark
now we howl with the wolves
in tune with stellar composure
more than once in a blue moon
23th May 2020
Dare you look deep into this darkness
Persecution of Jews - Holocaust
In Hebrew, this has the genocide
been called Shoah,
which means disaster or destruction
The journey has just begun,
and it is far from over
The destination is Auschwitz
to a place without return
The smell of vomit, urine and excrement is overwhelming
Without food and water, trapped in an unbearable heat
Everything is better than nothing
witch's brew, eaten with Satan's fork
made of bats, rats, worm and mice
The vultures is the bird and the messenger
who hunt along the train tracks
Dark tracks ... Jews were sent in closed
freight wagon - before they ended their lives in gas chambers
Their souls destroyed by evil and hatred
Neither will, power, alliances
or the strongest alpha males
- cannot escape the dirty claws of the Nazis
A young mother was raped by the soldiers
White dress with sewn-on transparent arms
a newborn baby suckles the mother's naked breast
It is definitely not for the faint of heart
Shoah !
Through tears, sweat and blood,
from generation to generation
At home in the window frame a red Begonia blooms
- for the last time
The door is branded with a yellow star
13/04/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Last Train To Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
1st place in the contest
Laughing lavender lights
Glisten on naked skin
Breathing tenderness
A touch so gentle and sweet
In silence – in solitude
Where grace penetrates
Robbing anxiety it’s dread
Soothing with music’s prayer
Twinkling in amber eyes
Shades of soft, soothing sounds
Erasing all the fears felt
From crying so quietly
Grace embraces the whisper
Of imagination, insight, inspiration
The beauty within a spirit
Who soars across the fields
Colors of hope and passion
Greet love that falls brightly
On the stars and moon
Hues of heaven’s kindness
I need to know where
Love shines down, without a sound
Lifting my soul to new heights
Rejoicing in the promise
Of a God who knows my heart
Understands my thoughts
And awakens my sense of hope
To become the person He blesses
With His endless affection
His direction and correction
His gift of acceptance
That reassures me – I am loved
Beyond my wildest dreams!