Long Stalingrad Poems

the bombs 
the guns 
the blood shed
no humanity done
all is lost
under the strick and pain
of all the bombs 
every day 
WW1 WW2 
the Cold War 
nothing is new
death for nothing
revolution you say 
killing hundred of...

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twiglets embrace as thorns and flowers

                             ...

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Britain used to war with France and then the USA, 
Allied with the Russian keeping Napoleon at bay 
2 wars fought in 1812 Europe and North America 
all in all no one did better, all...

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Stalingrad
During moments I yearned for forests grown for me alone,
Caressing them in a dream,
I could sense the throbbing of the heart 
Hidden beneath my ribs to bless my journey. 
Summoning me with a pulse that...

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Operation Barbarossa 
the panzers start to roll,
Breaking out from Poland’s Baltic,
towards Sevastopol, 
Ten million soldiers strong,
go goose-stepping east,
The Fuhrer’s Wehrmacht, 
alongside his waffen SS elite.

No margin for error, 
nazi Germany’s biggest gamble,
Get this wrong, and...

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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...

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I have found my voice

at humanity’s eleventh hour

I have found my voice because

I called upon humanity’s wisdom

and asked if I can help to deliver

to you

some units of joy

and lessons of love

so I ask you to...

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Led down from the tower
Head high and hands bound
Blindfold declined against the wall
Black square pinned to his heart
His eyes afire and shining
And he sang...

He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt
Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury,
Carreras, he sang of...

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FOR LILYA

You belong to the tragic Eastern skies fighting for your Motherland 
in your very own Yak 1 fighter plane. See you in my mind’s eye 
as you squint against the sun as g-forces hug...

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Rile up the rifling rowdies
at the Red River rawhide rally
A new Mustang Sally came rip-roaring muscling in
from the lower Staten Island end of Stalingrad
Treachery forged American made profit wad
Wearing a commie armband,
purporting to be party...

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Rigor mortis shivered in frozen soil

Four trumpeters bid a farewell to arms

The flag was draped around the coffin

Speeches salutes medals on uniforms

The pastor clicked his heels in reverence

No one argued any longer in the end


‘One...

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He had taken the last train to Stalingrad. ´Join the Army and see the World´. 

The track of events unfolded when the tank chains came off. His brother had 

bombed Guernica with the Condor Legion,...

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he remembers the autumn of 1942 when the troops moved forward

before Stalingrad fell and winter crushed bodies and minds under fire

tanks pulverizing soldiers and some falling by the wayside on purpose

to end the war and...

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Putin's just started World War Three
  though if anyone had thought to ask me

You could see it coming back in 2008
  when he rolled over Georgia, then sat back to wait

And the world...

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It comes every once so often
Seeking the searing cry of pain
With the persistence of starving men
     It finds the throne to reign
Pushing and pushing until I rhyme
Against my will I would...

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Sitting in the snow, I look at the holes in my boots. My toes are frozen solid as I stare at the winter sun that shines against my reddened face. I have no food, no...

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House for house wall for wall and crumb for broken crumb

	We fight like Stalingrad with nothing left to salvage

	For honour glory power and some ‘god’ or other

Ypres Gallipoli Aleppo Damascus and ruin’s rubbles blights plain...

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Stalingrad 1942
City surrounded
Bloodied human zoo
 
Shattered buildings
Architecture ruin
Walls of peace
Blasted and strewn
 
In the rubble he crawls
Suited white
Background blend
Silent
 
For hours he lies
Corpse still
Eyes in focus
Await his kill
 
German Half-track 
Up ahead
Scope fixed
On the commanders...

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ashes to ground ashes

	dust to biting dust

		birth to surrender

no phoenix

	just crumbled trenches

		no cross on the grave

        blink of an eye

        	kissed...

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Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead,
And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats,
Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract,
As the ravens sought the softness of the throats.
Trees in naked staggers...

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