Long Toadstools Poems

When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read and got lost in text
They supplied me with adventures
Secret journeys
Fun...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems V - Ber Horvitz, Yitzkhak Viner, Franta Bass

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes....

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous...

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Translations of Holocaust poems by Ber Horvitz aka Ber Horowitz

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray ...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes.
 
The birds have...

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Thru an opened bedroom (albeit screened) window...

Accessible twenty four hours a day
seven days a week,
fifty two weeks a year.

Spring 2022 Curtain call at
Highland Manor Apartments unit b44
framing Mother Nature nook
ever changing scene unfolds
analogous to storybook.

I...

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when scorpions crawling on the boiling sands 
dance the dance of death with tail culled up 
the gaudy toadstools grow in the dark and dampest spot
in the wasteland, and as day progresses the never-ending 
merciless...

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Despite the large orange flowering flame tree
That shaded my veranda, the summer heat was intense.
No amount of ice-cold beer could quench my thirst.

A stone throw away was my lovely verdant wood.
It lured me towards a...

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any superstitious peasants 
out there tonight
TV junkies gossipy groupies
smooth talking saxophonists
am I talking too fast
for couple's therapy
uh oh here comes
another scar on my head
the optimist would say
the scar of opportunity
fortunately digression is an art
that never...

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I wander down the forest trails
the farmer collecting the last bales
golden brown they shine in the sun
the whirr of wings as birds escape the guns

The various gleaming colours of leaves
as spiraling down they twist and...

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The grass, just about dry, 
 is canary, clothed in evening sun, 
now sinking beyond the colorful portrait,
canvassed on nature’s abundant spread;
a brilliant form, painted by fall’s seasoned fingers. 

The cool breeze funnels through valleys...

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~
Dressed in a shade that the sun couldn’t find,
all on a cool summer’s eve
Seeking a scarf only meant to unwind,
wrapped in an untangled weave
Picking a fabric, the color of love,
stitched with a thread of desire
Taking...

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The Breeghy


      Few know of the Breeghy that has incredible power,
      It can shorten a second or lengthen an hour.
     ...

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Each day I come to this special place, to catch a glimpse of fairies fair
Each day I come with a smile on my face, hoping that today they will be there
The tress are old, their...

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a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open
our eyes into the vangogh
greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls
gobbing off perchpolluted in our nostrils the toxic bay
and ozonescent that seaweed belches...

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Laid out in hot sunshine I drift away
starting to day dream of magical places
I run through sun dappled forests
and come across some unicorns.

They greet me like an old friend
one offers  me a ride delighted
I...

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When Madness Grins

When madness grins, the mirrors blink,
And all the clocks begin to drink.
Time forgets its careful lines—
And paints the air in crooked signs.

Mice wear monocles to preach at dawn,
Clouds dress up in suits and...

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She is whimsical midst-escaping
 blackness & beige stagnation,
reverberant betwixt musicality &
 fictitious paisley fabrications,
recognizes the actuality of her
 enigmatic spirit's frivolity,
well-defined by her quirky 
quintessence serving her far beyond
periods of reflective flourishes, 
has never been...

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LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

the love of my life, life,
its depth, its range, how rife.
from high up in the air,
to here and there, to where

life finds a niche, takes hold!
from small, to big and bold!
long to tall, thin like...

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Along a forest path that few can see,
   Just as the sun is setting in the West,
With owls and ancient oaks for company,
   I wander in my solitary quest.
In shadowed dusk...

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The scent of pines will carry you
across our Northern Front.
Where trees that breathe through oily bark
will lead you in the hunt.

A place where forests comb the skies
controlling even weather.
Where rain falls fast to hit the...

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The Summer was coming to an end
As the colours of the trees now speak
So I headed to my little clearing in the woods
Saddened that they have lost their peak

But other views excite me
As I look...

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Restless ghostly night,
      whilst full moon hangs bright
         drench in yellow with fright.

   The hour of All Hallow's Eve
 ...

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We faeries were a twitter for our houses were under attack in the crags.
Giant hunters had been capturing them, shoving them into bags.
Heard scared faeries screaming for help as they were carted off sore.
Mushrooms, toadstools,...

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The grownups they don’t know
They’ve forgot how to see
But you're a believer.
You Believe in the magic of me.
  

My Name it is Dancer
A Fairy am I
I live in a kingdom
Between the earth and the...

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I have given many a thought to what happens when we die, specifically, what happens to our bodies. You have the option to be classically buried, cremated, donated to science. I think I don't want...

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