Long No thanks Poems
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[Verse 1]
Love comes and love runs
As I go another time around the sun
[Verse 2]
Love someone, then let them go
The less you care, the more you know
As I go another time around the sun
[Bridge]
If you know love, you hold it tight
The imposter’s always chasing lights
And I go another time around the sun
[Verse 3]
I said no thanks let’s just be friends
That’s where soulmates usually begin
As I go another time around the sun
[Mostly Instrumental Verse]
Ooh ooh ooh it’s January
Ooh ooh ooh it’s planetary
[Bridge]
Is it lessons learned or life revealed
As I fly around on this spinning wheel
When it will stop, no one really knows
As I go another time around the sun
[Verse 4]
Do I believe there’s a perfect match
Do you believe there’s an ideal catch
As I go another time around the sun
[Verse 5]
When all my wins and all my loss
Are all the same, too great a cost
As I go another time around the sun
[Mostly Instrumental Verse]
Ooh ooh ooh it’s January
Ooh ooh ooh it’s planetary
[Outro]
Round and round it fills mundane
Round and round till you go insane
Round and round feels meaningless
Round and round seeking wanderlust
Round and round and round I go
How many times I don’t know
Till I find the one who’s meant for me
Ah, round and round was serendipity
[Mostly Instrumental Verse]
Ooh ooh ooh it’s serendipity
Ooh ooh ooh... it’s serendipity
I’ve never given much thought, about the last train to Auschwitz
for indeed every train, was intended to be ones last,
Except for the guards, who sit atop the cattle cars
As the human livestock, slowly asphyxiates behind bars
not giving them a thought, or a care in the world
except maybe, what great jobs we have
Sit up here smoking, and joking, oblivious to the choking
Just shoot anything that try’s get off,
An absolute no brainer,
For only those without brains,
have no feelings or remorse
This one and only requirement, fully endorsed
Besides it keeps them away, from the Russian front
they’ve heard all the stories, about that hell hole
where they run over prisoners with tanks,
No thanks
Switch off out here, in the country air,
as the wind rushes through, aryan sun bleached hair
And the moans and groans continue, all very routine
Stench rises and falls, in wafts and palls
Quick Fritz look, Fräuleins in the fields wave and call
Raising up rifles, greetings from SS railway division to all
Cream of the crop, only room for special ones on top
Full stop!
Whistles shrill,
RAUS! RAUS! SCHNELL! SCHNELL!
Screams aloud, above the putrid smell
as the chimneys belch ash, over an indifferent hell
Bewildered cargo pours out
Protestations, my baby, my mummy, my daddy, is dead
The reply, a heavy truncheon blow, across the head
Get into line, you dirty swine
Selection process begins
Whilst guards have a chat and a grin
on the horizon a thunderous din
Russians are closing in.
Indeed this was the last train to Auschwitz
and now it’s pulling out
as the guards banter and shout
Hey Fritz! where you going to spend, your bag of gold teeth
Fritz says Bolivia, how about you?
Franz laughs back, somewhere further, that doesn’t stink like your feet
Meanwhile the zombies bedraggled clothes
are already in transit to (CANADA)
Not far from the crematoria
Not that far away at all
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
15/4/2021
(CANADA) = warehouse and sorting area in Auschwitz.
German RAUS = out, SCHNELL = quick or fast
To shepherds dwelling in the fields
one dreary night so long ago
lo there appeared an angel bright
telling of Christ, the savior’s birth.
The babe you’ll find in swaddling clothes
in manger rough and lined with straw.
With joy the heavenly choir sang
of peace on earth, goodwill to men.
Quickly the shepherds went to see
the savior baby Christ the Lord.
And O the joy that filled their hearts
as they beheld the God-sent babe.
Instead of shrine to worship him
their hearts became his dwelling place.
They shared the news with all they met
bidding them, accept the savior.
Around age two the wise men came
in search of Christ the infant king.
And when they found him whom they sought
they gave the gifts which they had brought.
Down through the corridor we’ve come
and have a day we’ve set aside
to celebrate the savior’s birth
yet for him our hearts have no room.
We grope in darkness like the blind
while rejecting the source of light.
Fatigued by war, we seek for peace
but for its prince we have no place.
And how we love to receive gifts
of things that bring no lasting joy
but as for God’s most precious gift
we’ve turned our backs saying, no thanks.
We claim to celebrate Christ’s birth
but loathe the mention of his name.
Instead, we sing of Santa Claus
and Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.
Then there are those who claim to be
the children of the savior dear
They go to church on Christmas eve
their yearly duty to fulfill.
It's time to end the great charade
If Christ is Savior, heed his call
join nobles, wise men, shepherds, all
and let him save you from the fall.
Old John's birthday was fast approaching, he'd be seventy-two
And his family asked him nicely what he would like to do
"Do you fancy a nice picnic or sightseeing on a train?"
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".
His family thought he was joking, in fun they all did mock
They said "It will be freezing, and you might die of shock"
He said" I have no fear, and everything will be just fine
I found it on a website, and I've booked it on the line".
His family they were mortified and thought that he was joking
But one week from today Old John he'll be high flying
A week later at the airfield Old John was quite ecstatic
His family on the other hand were all starting to panic.
He had his safety briefing and then put on all his gear
Now he was raring to go, Old John he showed no fear
He climbed up onto the wing and then he got strapped in
The pilot gave him the thumbs up and soon they were flying.
Up into the air now, they banked to the left and right
His family they all agreed it was one awesome sight
The pilot signalled to Old John, it was the grand finale
This is what Old John had wanted all his family to see.
The plane it dived then looped the loop, it was incredible to see
Old John was already thinking of what his next stunt could be
The plane then landed safely his family they were all so proud
Old Johns ears were still ringing; the wind had been so loud.
He'd felt the cold biting wind pressing hard against his face
Jokingly he asked his family if it was still in one place
His wife she then kissed him and asked, "How do you feel"?
Old John said, "I'm starving now, I'm ready for a big meal".
His son then asked him, what his next bold venture would be
Old John laughed out loudly and said "A shark cage in the sea
My life I see as a book with pages that are not written yet
I always confront my fears or there will be blank pages of regret".
I was alone
I am alone
Alone is what you’ll be.
Dare to stand against your family?
The line of thought you think you have weighs no concern for me.
The need you seek to what? Full full your path, to light your destiny?
Your blood is here where it belongs; given to you it was through me.
These thoughts you have don’t take account for the sacrifice of me.
Your thoughts are alive as you’re alive... oh what? No thanks to me?
You fall in love, oh... you fall in love; you think that sets you free?
Family.
Me.
You fall in love, you fall in love, oh yes she’s real pretty!
You go back in that room tonight to be with family.
You sit and talk and laugh and smile and be like you used to be.
You give respect to me over her or alone is what you’ll be.
It’s cold outside, it’s Christmas time, the ice is slippery.
You know your place, you think you’re something?
Oh no, you’re nothing, nothing without me.
The choice is yours, you sit or walk but don’t you ever dare
disrespect your mother... don’t you dare ever disrespect me!
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It’s cold outside, the ice is black, the moon sits over the trees.
The rain is cold, the wind is strong, a mile to her I’ll see.
You broke my heart, you sent me out in the dark, alone;
so for a mile that’s what I’ll be!
A mile to think, a mile to freeze, a mile to smile for me.
For I love her and what you can’t let in your mind is the fact......
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that she loves me.
My brother lives a health food life
In Colorado, with his wife.
Breakfast is a smoothie shake.
(I eat bagels, scones or cake.)
Should you want to join his ranks,
This is how – I need no thanks.
Place these items in the blender:
(You’ll be healthy, fit and slender.)
Start out with some chard or kale;
(Spinach, too, if it’s on sale.)
Add an orange (peeled, of course),
Pollen from a beehive source,
Lemon peel, some grapes, a peach,
Mango, kiwi – one of each,
Pineapple – just one fresh ring,
Some acai to add some zing.
Can’t find all the fruits he’s chosen?
Use some berries that are frozen.
If you have a real ripe pear,
Toss that in to give some flair.
One last item from your stash –
Spirolina, just a dash.
What that is, I have no clue;
But I’ll bet it’s good for you!
Press the button – your machine
Will mix it up and turn it green.
Drink it up, just like you should;
My brother swears it’s really good!
As for me, I think I’ll pass
On drinks that look like fresh-cut grass.
Also, other reasons lurk –
Making one is too much work!
The road into Rotgut looked like every road,
in every town I've seen, dusty
I've traveled through so many towns
and this town is no different
I'm tired, just looking for the saloon
and a guy, a drifter, name of Zack
Sent me a wire, needs help with a bank job
They call me Ricardo, an outlaw
Been on the run since I can remember
Enough about that, I'm thirsty
The trail dust is still choking me
Well, its not much of a saloon,
but it will do
Bartender!Give me a drink!
Leave the bottle!
Hello miss, thanks but no thanks
Here on business, don't have time
Looking for a guy name is Zack
Do you know him?
At the table, thanks
You Zack? Got your wire
Ricardo? Yes the same
I'll be around, but not for long
In fact Zack, after looking at you I'll be moving on
No offense, you look like someone who runs a dry good store
And I didn't come here to baby sit
So just pay me for showing up and I'll move on
That won't be a problem will it?
Didn't think so
Thanks for the whiskey, told the bartender you'll pay for it
I'm keeping the bottle, you don't mind
Hope not, I'm tired and really don't want to kill you
Good day miss
Yep, like every town I've seen
As I walk into the large room
Full of bags and no spare hand
Looking for a place to loom
In a room so grand
Shuffling with my heavy load
Looking for a place to settle
I see a corner of some sort
Next to a hot kettle
A lovely place to warm my toes
And count my penny lasts
As I settled down my clothes
I heard someone ask
Can I help you?"
In her most stern tone
I stood up and took my view
At her overly judging frown
Trying to make me look small
As she was the management
I stood up tall
In her establishment
Taking my time, Hesitating
To collect my belongings
Knowledge that she hated
My existence in her holdings
As I shuffled in her direction
Disappointment she didn't hide
Not a sign of human affection
Waiting impatiently for my reply
Why should I satisfy her needs
So I showed her my back
To the exit I proceed
And loudly sound "no thanks"
" Many, many years ago our Parish Priest told this story, and I have never forgotten it. The moral being that God helps those that helps themselves. It was a pleasure to put that story to rhyme, and tell it in my own way" The Poet
The dam wall breaking had caused the floods and water flooded the town.
The deluge swept up cars, animals fleeing to high land, so they did not drown.
One man stood on his veranda watching the flood waters rise.
A four- wheel-drive vehicle came. The driver called “hop in“ sounding wise.
No thanks said the man, God will save me, go help some other guys.
The flood water rose, and the man took safety up on his second story.
From the window he saw a motorboat. I don’t need help. I trust God’s glory.
Water nearly submerged his house. On the roof he turned a helicopter away.
Calling to them "I don't need help I have faith that God will save the day."
The torrential flood swept him off the roof, he just couldn't hold on any longer.
He tried to swim, the torrent of water made a current that was much stronger.
The horrific floods took a terrible toll. After the floods finally did subside
Saint Peter opened what he called the flood gates, to all those that had died.
The faithful man said, drowned and bewildered, to God “why'd you let me die?”
God replied, “You refused the 4WD I sent, the boat and helicopter That’s why!”
This isn’t the way it happened
But it really could have been.
Through half closed eyes
I can imagine the scene.
We’re sitting having a beer
The whole troop and me,
That cycle’s shifts are over
For a day and half we’re free.
All so nice and relaxed
As the drink flowed
And some of us got into
A Yarn spinning mode?
My name isn’t really Max
Max said to our surprise
Really my name is Gerard
I swear I’m not telling lies.
An instructor in Catterick said
He really didn’t like that name
So, I’m going to call you Max
And It was Max that he became.
it was awkward at first he said
Because his folks didn’t know
And when they’d called him Gerry
His response at times was slow.
He learned to adjust he said
No thanks to that Catterick nonce
Buy he’d learned to live his life
Under two identities at once
So Gerard became Max and
He’d learned to accept his fate
And after training was finished
To change it back was far too late
It didn’t seem so improbable
In our barmy army game
And Max was our mate and
After all what’s in a name..
That wasn’t the way he told us
But it really could have been so
And after all these long years
Who the heck is likely to know.
Now Old Max has left us
Another valued comrade gone
But to us his old mates
His memory still lives on.