World War Ii Poems

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O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –

Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy – 
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.

Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for

The Letter

It started with finding the letter.
Sifting through the trunk in the attic.
Smelling of sweet rose water.
Faded yellow with time.
The paper folded and worn.

My Dearest Love,
Despite the violence surrounding you,
The demons you say haunt your dreams,
Being in constant fear of what you have done and seen,
I understand how you would feel like you are crazy sometimes.

I

Why we remember

As we linger in the darkened depths of time's unrelenting motion, 
It's a moment to honor those who embarked on this journey. 
On battles fought on foreign shores,
Their courage and sacrifice forever bore.

Remembrance Day, a solemn occasion,
To honor the fallen with deep admiration.
Their names etched in granite and stone,
Their spirits in the wind forever known.

From

Angel in The Ashes

They called it “order,” they called it “right,”
As shadows grew thicker and swallowed the light.
A whisper became a decree, then a law,
And mercy was branded rebellion, a flaw.

The Angel delivered in Auschwitz’s hell,
Breathing life where the silence fell.
Her trembling hands defied command,
Cradling hope the Reich had banned.

Today I hear echoes—same venom, new tongue,
The chants of

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry,
No hugs, no hellos, or a faint gladness--
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The house I lived in, now

The Bloody Chapters of Stalingrad

From moments when love was cherished in Stalingrad,
Like stories written on the walls 
With the song repeated by Babushka 
And not long after that, the war reached its gates.

Hands turned into fists and ready for battle
Like heads and shoulders patiently under the whip,
The Motherland Calls enchants and glorifies,
Without knowing the ensuing bloodbath.

Every minute felt like

Fighting alongside the enemy

Disposable.
Just like the bodies scattered 
As unimportant as the soldiers blood splattered
A black man stands watching violence unfold
Not to the enemy 
But those who fought close
Those your supposed to trust
Comrades 
Yet somehow 
The black man 
Is on the receiving side of the bullets 
Not by the opposition
But by those claiming to be on the same

Atomic Reaction

If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped

To the White Rose of Germany , In memory of Sophie Scholl and the White Rose resistance group

In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.

Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.

Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to

Dragon Tongue

Dragon tongue

Ill be your dragon
I see your smile
Through your alien face
I didn't mean to abandon you
In time when the army needs us most
Without the mass graves 
How can we take this land
Just leave em for dead
But don't kill them
That beautiful spot
On the hill with the flowers in bloom
Now could be someone's tomb
Forfeit the  blue

Anne Frank : verse

   Anne Frank
sweet
                     s                             

The Lord’s Cry to His People

Behold the time is no longer near;
It is now. I have shouted, I have whispered,
And still, you do not hear.
Let the one with ears listen

For when I and My grace depart,
There will be no more delay,
And salvation shall be bought with blood.
Return to Me, O Israel My chosen, My delight.

Who is Israel?
Not those born of

Oh Liza, dear Liza

Oh Liza, dear Liza. My plane’s going down.
I’m somewhere over the Pacific, but there's nobody around.
Nobody to watch as this hunk of metal falls
No one to weep as these blaring alarms stall. 

Dear Liza, my Liza. Now I’m going down.
It’s not valiant or brave like you hear of in town.
There was no gunfire, I’m just

ceasefire

 lay 
aside
  their arms .. for ~
 just one silent
    night     


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Light up the Lanterne 
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
19/05/25

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The Christmas Armistice of 1914:
World War I on the Western Front had settled into stalemate. On Christmas Eve, soldiers from both sides spontaneously began singing carols - mainly

Cloud Watching

When I was younger, I thought that in retirement I would take pictures of or paint beautiful clouds situated so vividly above us.

Clouds more often appear as wonderous displays in the canopy.
Clouds sometime seems so ominous and threatening.
Clouds often hover above us like a band of darkness and at other
times, they are white and crystal

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