Long Nips Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems II - Bertolt Brecht



The Burning of the Books
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned, 
teams of dull oxen hauled...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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The Hammer and the sickle were emblazoned on its tower
This underwater enemy would demonstrate its power
The submarine, in covert mode, torpedoes at the ready
The crosshairs on the monitor were holding nice and steady

The captain said,...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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"Walk" - a simple word uttered.
The dogs jump at the door,
that old, creaky, wooden door,
at the mere mention of the word.
Open mouthed with tongues hanging out of the side,
panting and whining with glee,
they wait impatiently,...

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       Be                           ...

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I am Andy; I love candy. I sell candy too.
Come and see the many candies that I have for you.

You can buy some chocolate in boxes or in bars.
Snickers is the very best. Here is...

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She is fire
Raging red and hot through all that surrounds her.
She entices you, drawing you in,
Like a moth to her flame,
Just to singe your wings.
She does not discriminate,
Nobody is safe from her unyielding heat.
She promises...

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The Dickens
                     Authored by Chuck Keys

Hot thickly sliced juicy turkey
sandwiched a mid fresh bread
tastier than...

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A Very Merry Christmas

T’ was the night before Christmas
And all through the house 
Spoons were stirring the drinks
Held by every souse

The shot glasses were filled
With three kinds of whiskey
Though were often spilled
When Myrna got frisky

The...

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CIPROFLOXACIN HCL 500 MG remedied urinary tract infection

No aversion nor embarrassment
admitting, divulging, and jumpstarting
poetic endeavor regarding yours truly
afflicted, blighted, and contracted
with urinary tract infection,
(though condition finds me
feeling pissed off),
whereby urination fraught with
painful burning, gouging,
and stinging...

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The heart has been torn from Humanity,
Spark of Spirit slow draining away.
All that's left are these husks of our insanity
and the promise of another empty day.
How we clutch close the mascots we've made into suns,
fearing...

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FELINES

She enters into the bedroom in the dark,
After a secret take-out in the park,
Was it a mouse, a bird a lizard or a rat,
One of these she caught and ate,
That’s a fact!
She sleeps all day...

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Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV) "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"

As haunting as autumn’s waltz,
When the maples and oaks charm,
Dancing in ambers, golds and hearts,
Risking the shadows...

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Watching from the corner, in her ‘Speedy’ ice cream van
While armed and hooded villains carry out their wicked plan
They rob the bank and make off just as quickly as they can
But Speedy does a wheelie...

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Yellowstone in winter. Canyon Falls, Rutherford Park, Old Faithful. Of all the places we had ever visited, this was his favorite. Josh even named one of the elk after his mother. It was while enroute...

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Kokoda 1942 See-saw battle

Red blood was a running, emerald green saw it pour,
In the mountains of Kokoda, death on the see-saw,
400 fifteen to eighteen year old boys knew the score,
Just ole .303 rifles to stop...

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Jesus was love’s adorned forlornness package, exact and packed
But heaven’s fallopian in some, still remains unopened
For most a door of the hoping, rather than an opening
Formerly sealed by mind’s zeal, a veil, over love’s sacred...

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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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He rode in to Santa Fe one summer day on a broken-down, sweaty nag.
All he owned was the clothes on his back and the Bible in his saddle bag.
He wore a suit of black, an...

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Motorbikes and barking dogs
Are driving me to drink
With the endless din of traffic
I can no longer think

I’ll have a little nip of Gin
Perhaps a beer or two
And then I’ll close the window 
That might help...

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there dwells a darkness in us all
          those shadows trembling faintly
               to...

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Motorbikes and barking dogs
are driving me to drink
With the endless din of traffic
I can no longer think

I’ll have a little nip of Gin
Perhaps a beer or two
or maybe close the window 
That might help me...

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My fingers are vibrant flames
that shoot sincerity one second, hate the next
and ignite with every caress.
You are warm until the heat begins
to eat at the skin and devour your spirit,
while you try to find a...

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