Holocaust Love Poems

Moortje was left behind
(Anne Frank's poor sweet feline)

It'd be hard to keep her
plus without her, cheaper
--to take care of the folks
but she'd miss Anne's soft...

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God's garden-fracture
Crucifix ~ Trump's holy cost
Benny's nuke' testes¹







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Notes:


Remind the Houthis' and any others who have complaints about AMERICA that we're THE ONES WHO WALKED ON...

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We are children of the planets,
We are children made of stars.
We once believed in a magic old man
Riding in an airborne sled.
With a bounty of...

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Human effort has a limit, yet Barshim and Tamberi try 

to fly over the horizontal bar. Alas! Their attempts end 

in frustration at 2.39 meters....

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I swat mosquitoes
smash flies -- 
not because I hate them

just what they do

the pernicious nature
of their existence

assisting their evolution

helping them to
come back as a 
higher...

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Our beautiful children are dying
In Africa, Europe, the Middle East
Asia, the Americas,
And in every projects where there is no peace.
Our black children are dying
For lack...

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With each morning, there comes a hope that embraces me.
I am then comforted by promises from God that I see.
GREAT MOVEMENTS have been coming and...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving,...

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What Will the Year 2021 Bring?

This Poem Was Inspired by Reflecting on the Challenges of the Past Year, and Looking forward to the Possible Positive...

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Preacher

Man on the street, 
standing up for God, 
speaking words written in heaven, 
for all on earth to hear. 
He is a humble man, 
a...

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White Lace

Mother died today. 
They called me. 
I thought they did not have, my number. 
They never called before, now. 
Why bother to call now?...

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Rocky

Rock is not a racehorse, 
he is a tiny Billy goat. 
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is. 
One day, 
he will be...

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Weeds

Why do I do so well at growing things, 
I don't want to grow, 
and do so badly and the other plants, 
I work hard...

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Please

Please don't cry. 
Please don't cry anymore. 
In my memory I can still hear you. 
I can never forget. 
My heart will always hurt inside,...

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Indian Sky

Across the desert the clouds gather. 
They are angry, and full of rain. 
It is late in the day, 
and there is no time...

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