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There they stand on no men’s’ land,
Two knights,
One from the dark, one from the light.
Face to face, they started their race,
Conjured a human war.
Dark knight: He strike with all his might,
Used Bible verses, cruel curses and
Blasphemy unto Thee.
Offered Him a world of splendor,
In returned He must renounced His sender.
Light Knight: His replied to the vendor was,
All these splendor belongs not to him,
But to the one and only King.
He who not seek the glory of His Father,
Is nor His sister or His brother.
Dark Knight: Got so angry and fierce,
He call upon his soldiers.
To take the knight to be crucify,
Hang Him ‘till He die.
Light Knight: He just smile, because
He knows He must die.
To offer Himself for salvation,
Was years ago a proclamation.
Dark Knight: On Good Friday he celebrated his victory,
His enemy hung on Calvary.
He thought he won the war,
His the one the world must adored.
Light Knight: On the third day the Earth gave away,
He rose from the grave and
Locked the dark knight in a cave.
Victory was His, and to all who want to receive.
His glory to live eternally.
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
Birthdays come and go
Some are looked forward to with great anticipation
And some anticipated with gloomy thoughts of time passing
But each one must be acknowledged in customary form
If nothing else, but to please those who try so hard
A dinner, gifts, and singing the song
Quite often the same ritual year after year
In one manner or another
Whether be it a big pizza party for a six year old
Or something to honor a great grandfather turning ninety nine
A celebration of some form,
Sometimes with streamers, pinatas, and games
Or a quiet gathering...a small number sitting around
A little table at The Olive Garden for an hour
No balloons, no cake, no candle, but acknowledgement, just the same
Nice....
Looking back on the latter, this simple family gathering
An evening dinner hour at The Olive Garden
The honoree, a woman, whose years seem to pass by so quickly
Over plates of ravioli, and eggplant parmasean, one special moment
A memory of a birthday that won't be forgotten
When a blonde little boy, .......her grandson
With his head held low, his 6 year old manner
Quiet, with shy repose, reaching into his pocket,
Holding out his one and only..
Most precious minature figure of Darth Vader
Saying, ..."I brought this for you, Grandma. It's your present."
What better birthday could a Grandma have?
Happy Birthday To Me!!
Forgive me one last time
I promise I won't break your heart again
I don't want you to break apart
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd mend your wounds...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?
The cruel words slipped out of my mouth
I felt the need to get rid of myself
I felt the urge to commit suicide for you...
Every decision I make
Puts my loved one's life at stake...
For heaven's sake,
I'm sorry for making our bond break...
I'm sorry for making your heart sink...
I'm sorry...will 'sorry' cover it?
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd burn away your bad memories...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?
After my hesitating moment,
You gaze into my eyes
You're no longer angry at me...
I'm revealing my guilt to you
You accept my apology...I knew you'd understand...
You're my one and only best friend,
Always letting it slide when I made mistakes around you...
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd go on adventures...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?
Every time I'm around you,
I care... for your safety
I wish... for your dreams to become a reality
I fear... I might hurt you and
make you feel worthless and empty
I wish... for our friendship to cheer you up a notch
I care... for you -
you're my trustworthy friend
I wish I could of saved you from your misery...
But, you've survived...
Venus de Milo gave up the banjo
She left the band with the Invisible Man
Never had a leg to stand on, stand on
Saw Galileo hanging with J-Lo
Singing "Life On Mars" out under the stars
Lead guitar was Marlon Brando
Hey, there's you and me
Happy as clams, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
Nikola Tesla on his electric Vespa
With Hedy Lamarr down Sunset Boulevard
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, lonely
Poor Buddy Holly ain't got nobody
Pretty Peggy Sue found somebody new
Guess he lost his one and only
Hey, there's you and me
Baby makes three, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
An ominous sky like in the end of time
A murder of crows in a field of roses
Fallen angels far from Heaven, Heaven
Then came the rain and washed away the pain
And the sky turned blue, full of red balloons
As the lemon sun was setting
Hey, there's you and me
Growing old, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
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Upon the stars in her eyes,
a universe of wonder lies.
The smooth glare upon her face,
like moonlight on still waters grace.
The spark of magic when she smiles,
ignites a flame that burns for miles.
The suspense in her gaze,
a mystery that leaves me dazed.
The beauty of her juicy cheeks,
a sight that makes my heart skip beats.
Such enchanting joy emanates,
from her aura that captivates.
With a soothing warmness,
like a blanket on a cold night's caress,
That can smoothly melt ice,
and thaw even the coldest vice.
The golden perception of her enchanting smile,
a treasure that I'll keep for a while.
Strikes the eye like a ray of sunshine,
illuminating my heart and making it shine.
And just the way she holds her head upon her tough neck,
a poise that leaves me in a wreck.
I'm mesmerized by the skill she brings out,
in attaining such a dignified impression without a doubt.
Amongst all the kindest of blessings,
offered to me by the all mighty universe.
The most treasurable is her,
for she is my one and only universe.
Tranquil is definitive of her elegant composure,
a calmness that leaves me in exposure.
Tenderness interprets her compassionate character,
a love that can never falter.
With a display of magnificence as that of the galaxy,
she reigns supreme in my fantasy.
And holds my heart with an otherworldly gravity,
In her embrace, I find solace and tranquility.
A sanctuary that fills my soul with blissful serenity.
I have made a solemn vow that I would not spend my fourth Christmas in this grave yard but from all indication my shadow is running all over the place and my one and only friend is trapped in an unfamiliar embrace. It is hard to express how I am feeling but something has left me dry, empty and reeling.
An unusual current is circulating in my belly pulling my muscles apart and draining my spiritual energy. It’s electrifying, it’s resounding and it is conforming.
It is the feeling you get when some things are out of place and you are boxed in a corner with the walls pressing on both sides and something from inside is choking the daylight out of you and your only refuge is to cling to the ceiling and listen to the silence as it creeps slowly towards the heavens.
And then the old minstrel gathered around looking for a crown that was not to be found and the grey hound’s crawling on its belly with eyes affixed on the stone begins to groan and moan.
The pigeon is flying high in the sky, it is carrying a message bidding the scavengers goodbye while the cardinal rises from ground and disappeared underneath the clouds.
I can still hear your voice ringing out loud in the street and I can your face on every bill board in town and I can see your feet dancing on the sandy shore and your spirit is crying out for more. Someone believes that I am not human and kept wondering how I could endure this for so long but I tell them that it’s just because of you why I am holding on.
I want to climb to the top of the mountain with you and hold the torch together and light up the world with our faces and travel to unknown places and build castles for all races. Take me out of this grave yard now!
Five years ago, on New Year's Eve,
I resolved to love forever,
Weeks later, the mailman came,
My draft notice arrived.
Four years ago, on New Year's Eve,
I wished to be discharged,
A month later, my "prayer" was answered
I was shipped to Nicaragua.
Two years ago, on New Year's Eve,
Fighting the flu, down in the trenches,
I wanted Mom to make me some chocolate chip cookies,
Instead, I received a different care package,
A funny green egg.
Last year, on New year's Eve,
Admiring my one and only leg,
Serenity and peace is what I yearned,
Obtaining this was simple,
But, I didn't want it eternally.
This year, on New Year's Eve,
There's nothing much I can do,
Oh, yes, this must be made clear,
No more New Year's resolutions for me.
(12/84)
“If someone tells you, you can’t do something.
You say: yes I can, I’m doing it right now.”
---- Dinner For Schmucks.
This is it;
the one secret that is right out in the open:-
You are perfectly in-tune;
you are playing your own life-music,
you’re both the instrument and all the notes,
but you have to accept this.
This acceptance will cure your craziness.
It stops dead all expectations
because what you expect
is not what this happening of you is.
You are doing it already.
You are not just any schmuck,
you are the one and only schmuck.
Now your purpose; now your secret
is fully revealed to you – you cannot blow it
no matter how hard you try.
Go happen.
It's been so long ago since we both shared and parted company.
I can't even recall if you had a name.
If only you knew just how much you had meant to me.
Maybe you did. Maybe you felt the same.
I remember the day when we first met.
There you were enjoying the snack
that I had left for you or any one of your wild neighbors,
but it was you feasting that morning in my trap.
I was a kid who would humanely trap the occasional wildlife
then I’d keep them around for a while
in a large pen I had made
with the comforts of food, water and shade,
then I’d set them free again back into the wild.
Every captured animal I released, though I treated all royally
whenever they happened to be my captured guest,
would sprint back into their habitat with such eagerness to be Free,
But You Hung Around. You were not like the rest.
You and I were met by most with looks of amazement and bewilderment.
I was also no longer the helpless kid bullied by every punk.
Word quickly spread around
to all the bullies in town,
“Don’t mess with that kid who has the pet skunk.”
I won’t mention your name, Mr. Bully of Town Fame,
but do you happen to recall the day
when you and your group of punk friends
ambushed me yet once again,
but this time it was all of you who ran away ?
Such brave little cowards all of you were
as you all approached me with that look in your eyes.
You know the look that I mean.
It’s the look that was before long, no longer a surprise.
It was the look that says, “Look At Me ! I’m MEAN!!”
It was the look that said to me,
“This can only once again end painfully.
It’s Time Once Again For All Of Them To Beat Up On Me.”
You took one major good swing to my jaw and,
Oh yes, by the way,
my jaw didn’t work properly for many days after,
but I’d experience it again multiple times more,
if that were possible to explore
just to experience once again my joy and laughter.
That was the one and only punch that you landed on me,
And Then The Next Thing I Knew,
You were all crying and running away all frantically.
My Nameless Pet Skunk Skunked The Hell Out Of All Of You!!!
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My Nameless Pet Skunk Will Always Be
A Very Special Part Of My Childhood History.
By now you're most probably R I P my little skunk buddy.
I remember our good bye, a bittersweet cherished memory,
when you returned back to the wilderness to once again live wild and free.
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