Long Trilling Poems

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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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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I was touring the lovely countryside, once on a golden Saturday,
Lost within the raptures, of languid summertime's scenic display.

And I came into the vicinity, of a beautiful historic old home,
So being curious and interested, inside...

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While I was walking through a meadow, of blooms and sunshine,
I stopped to spread my blanket, for a gay picnic at lunchtime.

It was very pleasant, and I had brought many good things to eat.
Afterwards I...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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"Soul Surfer" 



I bought some sea shell beads 
today, 
stood by the ocean 
while the half sharp winter wind 
washed 
through 
me 
and 
whispered stinging sticatto 
cold licks next to my ear, so sincerely -...

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"Soul Surfer" 


I bought some sea shell beads 
today, 
stood by the ocean 
while the half sharp winter wind 
washed 
through 
me 
and 
whispered stinging sticatto 
cold licks next to my ear, so sincerely -...

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"Odysseus and The Siren"



There he is 
like Odysseus 
bound to the mast of his ship
cursive words dispatched 
through aether to 
the somnolent nodding
in their stock 
he avoids full brace
the Siren’s enchantment
a song that sings 
his...

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Bring me a cup of Java,  honey, and put some coffee in the water, will you?...

Whoa there! Bet you can feel the withering sarcasm in that simple phrase...
People, I welcome you to the world...

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A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory...

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(A Christmas Collage) 

The sun has set and night is stealing
Softly o'er the silent land,
While snowflakes slowly down are falling,
Shaken from an unseen hand.

To the top of Thorburne Tower
Light from windows streams around;
The glow of...

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Saw one blazing red leaf on the shimmering Maple,
                         On my...

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“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
          ...

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In the year of a blood moon,
they assassinated a King
Triple six stamped shrunken head dolls,
with voodoo stitched mouths,
spit the hate bullets out
Brotherhood?      
Universal unity?
Visions of vanilla vanity splattered
Eye and eye...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like...

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Winter morning light filters through lace curtains,
Reaches down, spills onto the corner kitchen sink,
Through east and south facing windows.
The glass jar, the scrub brush and pad in plastic butter dish,
A down-turned, empty yogurt container,
The pink...

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I brushed the fabric black fields
 of heaven, ripping, a sliver of time
 flashed lightning and unveiled
 the universe speaking in one voice 

With numbing relief I softly run
 my fingers cross the firmament
 feeling...

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As sensitive and as fragile 
As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings 
As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze
As transparent and crystal clear as a calm ocean
As jubilant as a trilling...

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REPAID       	
by Doug Stoiber 
 
Out walking on a mindless errand, lost in thoughts of this and that
I came upon a bleak tableau, cruel Nature in its direst test.
A...

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Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner
Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago
Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes
Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies
Admiring how they once painted astral designs
Brush stroking delight by...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
It is an unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the...

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Upon rising, awakened by 
ripening scent teasing my nose, 
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter...

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