Poland Poems - Poems about Poland

Humanity is destined to dissolve when fear consumes the minds of timid kings. Such pandering lets lunacy evolve and impotence is forced to face its sting. An evil wind, with blustering conceit, embarks to stage aggressions at your gate, ‘tis but a ruse arranged with clear deceit to validate a rationale for hate. The world could hear the howling of the beast who lies...

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For soon the rains of destiny will fall as innocence capitulates its soul. Aggression sealed your fears within a wall to let disease and hunger take their toll. Your rank-and-file dissolved into the night with nary whisper echoing their names, ‘tis mortal hate that nourishes the blight as ethnic cleansing fueled the growing flames. But as a flicker grew into a fire, his...

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A blitzkrieg wipes your innocence away and only heaven’s hand can help you now. Your counterparts lie trepid to the fray, for they can sense the wolfen on the prowl. Oh dear Poland, there’ll be no recompense as death, unbridled, sweeps across your soil, ‘tis merely hate, disguised as self defense for bigotry has let the snake uncoil. A sleeping world must...

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Poland’s shopping center in crooked house, Showplace of Sopot, fairytale, right Klaus? A crazy look. Shop with books. Where I bought my favorite blue blouse....

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LORD, I humbly greet Thee who got me up, gifted me another DAY God in THREE PERSONS: Father, Son, Spirit, I love Thee as YOU first loved me I have a prayer list, and "P" countries, for YOU Creator, Sustainer, HEALER Yet, "adoration" is the FIRST STEP (one way to PRAY) using "A-C-T-S" The letters, not the word, "A"...

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Frozen chaos painted the widows pristine sky blue seen through ice icicle patterns spirals and swirls We opened the door and stepped outside “Jesus it’s cold” your breath the only cloud Upon the fields of snow no footprint touched the freezing glitter on its surface Sunrise pink, day-glow iridescent the forest of silver-birch trunks caught on fire with soft rose light White, white, crisp cold white under...

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Luella May Poland 1907-1922 The ocean sings my sad refrain. Sings as the lapsing afternoon Turns to twinkling twililight. It sings the polyphonic notes and harmonies Of a life at once wondrous and magical And then tragic. The soft but harsh music of ebb and flow Of loving, living and then, simply dying. It sings masterfully the pleasing chords Of desire and curiosity and...

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Snow falls on the brittle leaves of birch trees, their branches miraculously overlooked by the December wind. It makes a sound like the marching feet of scary Germans rushing through Poland. Snow, mixed with freezing rain, falls hard on the roof of an unheated barracks in Auschwitz, filled with men and boys in pajamas. It sounds not unlike the far-off...

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' Me & my pal Ginsberg arrive in Poland, now more artisticly able from coffee-blood and sleep deprivation. I hear him say: "If you can speak your heart, speak, but make sure you do it with style; give each word a signature" ' We descend, the head pressure... two weeks, two fingers pushing into the lobe, bent back...

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An Indonesian flag is a Polish flag upside down. The capital of Jakarta is a long way from Warsaw town. On the islands of Sumatra, Java, and Borneo, sauerkraut and kielbasa is something they don’t know. Has the average Indonesian ever heard of Thaddeus Kosciusko? Does anybody know a good Indonesian joke? People tell Polish jokes until they choke. There is little...

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camped out behind the baltic sea the making of me washes up apon blood soaked stones of cunning tides behind the vacant graves apon our burial ground silence abode all movement abroad...

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A steam locomotive rusted to tracks lies in a ditch to bury A kousa on a yard sale, final; B&B rotted with soil pouring forth, the roots exposed no longer able to absorb the sweet life flowing from the nozzle. The sky turned blue and the air was nipped. The door was closed to dust and how it moved turned the passerby. The willows by...

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