Long Wwi Poems

February 29th, 2024

Alternately titled: 111th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and...

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Awol absent without 
leave results in a court 
martial dishonorable 
discharge Absence 
with out leave from 
work due to mental 
illness is indeed a crisis 
which will result in 
relieving one of their 
duties too...

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   heroes?

there are none here, now ... ever ...
      don’t feign to look, for your eyes will
         beg their smiles,...

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We were a generation free of super-technology.
Yes, we had our records and tv
and the airlines for speedy travel. And yes, 
there had been wars throughout history,
but we had never lived ourselves through wars’ horrors.
WWI, WWII,...

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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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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if...

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I hope I'm wrong but I sense we may be on the verge of mass coronavirus hysteria in America: last week both my gym and church closed their doors--how do I exercise body and soul...

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WORLD WAR 1 ONE HUNDRED YEARS LATER 
(AMERICAN VERSION)
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Patriotic songs give us reason to cheer
Except when “over there” is over here
Living underground is no place to cherish
Cause in this place , you could...

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WORLD WAR 1 ONE HUNDRED YEARS LATER 
(AMERICAN VERSION)
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Patriotic songs give us reason to cheer
Except when “over there” is over here
Living underground is no place to cherish
Cause in this place , you could...

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Consider for a moment freedom as a greedy banker. It does not sell the country perpetual security, liberty and happiness, it loans those qualities at a high rate of investment, and it does not allow...

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BOTTLE DANCE

Across my land, abysses gnaw at automobiles,
From the foot of the mountain, 
To the shores of the oil fountain.
Certificated youths drinking piss to mellow their brains,
Clutching at wheels, dodging bumps into fog lights.
“Stupid, ing...

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This is a cliché. That's my name for an old aside or an adage here we go into the 
world of CharlaXFabels once more gentle reader...

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I've read many accounts on that horrific war that was WWI ,it was supposed to end all wars.
It was trench warfare and men fought and died in hellish conditions.
It inspired me to write this fictional...

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An excerpt from my new short story:

Contributing factors, however, are deemed as an assortment embracing negativity and were reinforcements for the young idealist. Granted to resonate by the dark lord was his underlying purpose. The...

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Mom and Dad's wedding picture
frames a glass-covered black and white frozen moment
with warm smiles 
for invisible cameras.

He in his WWII uniform
of a first class private Republican
with recent patriotic death technology experience.

She in a white satin...

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He viewed his name as an awkward constitution for commoners to address so plainly and nonchalantly. Adolf held a preconceived opinion that a simplistic reversal of his name would suffice. To avoid an embarrassing brouhaha,...

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Alfred Joyce Kilmer Tribute ''Trees'' via rehash VIDEO presentation:

Alfred Joyce Kilmer, penned name, 'Joyce Kilmer,'
was killed by a sniper's bullet in WWI at 31 years old,
20   July   30,   1918....

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"We are the dead. Short days ago
We loved, felt dawn and saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved ...."

          By _ Lt. Col. John McCrae (In...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament...

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June 6, 1944, known as D-Day, allied troops landed on the beaches, an
unpleasant day that started in the early morning hours in
Normandy, France, and turned the tides of World War II. The
effect was the beginning...

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When I wander into a bookstore I always like to look
around on all the shelves to find the oldest book

I love to feel the leather in my hands, turn its pages and what’s more
I like...

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For Veterans' Day, Nov. 11, 2022

Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to fight in foreign lands,
To make the world a better place
And place it in more peaceful hands.

Why did all the young men go?
To...

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"We are the dead. Short days ago
We loved, felt dawn and saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved ...."

          By _ Lt. Col. John McCrae (In...

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When Fred was a boy, he heard his mother  
talk about Grandpa going to town during WWI 
to sell the bounty of his harvest.  

On his farm he had eggs, butter and milk,
vegetables...

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I am tired of counting the red dwarf stars in the Milky Way.
I am tired of counting the 7 years of grain in Pharaoh's silos.
I am tired of counting the steps to the sacrificial altar...

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