"liebchen" poems
Ask Germany for they surely know
The tales of Heil ****** death and gray snow
As the blonde Fraulein's with blue eyes
Strolled the avenues inviting and slow.
Delicate flakes kissed the putrid air
Neath their feet lay the ashes of innocent souls
The ****** winds of approaching war and salvation would blow.
Oh Germany my liebchen
There is no denial
Mitt dear you were patriotically complacent
Turning your eyes away in shame
Pretending you could not face it
Sipping schnaps ignoring and abetting the genocide from afar
In warm cafes that closed its doors tightly shut
Smugly shunning the arm branded gold stars
6 million and counting were blindly lead to slaughter
There was no preference
Only Jews non human
Beneath their feet
It was of little matter.
Cast your eyes to the floor
For my lady you most surely did know
When the smell of fresh death filled your nostrils
Drifting down from tall stacks
The scent of pungent thick gray snow
Some would feign surprise
Others of course truly were
But those touched by evil
Denied ****** freely committed and known
Whence sprang the fire source
The smell of charred flesh
Into the sky ablaze the souls arose
So came the infamous days
Of falling gray snow.
Tammy M. Darby Jan. 17, 2018.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
German refugee husband: “Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?”
German refugee wife: “Ten watch.”
Husband: “Such watch?”
Carl the Bartender: “You will get along beautifully in America.”
-Casablanca
I check the time on my retirement watch
(A Seiko; they did not think much of me)
And consider that there is no time at all
Unless Creation is some sort of clock
Childhood is watchless, timeless, careless, free
But adults must be catalogued and timed:
Bulova, Timex, Rolex, and Longines
And even a railway Regulator
I check the time on my retirement watch -
And hustle off to my chapter two job
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
I saw you from across the room,
perfect strangers, eye-contact,
palpitations and trembling knees.
You saw me shake and smiled,
a reassuring one, not judging,
not mocking my silly reaction.
Your eyes glow with new universes.
Your hair burns with a million candles.
Your skin shines like full moons.
Your heart beats to a lost symphony.
Your soul radiates tranquillity.
You became my sweetheart, my darling,
my soulmate, meine liebchen.
Your eyes close with the coming night
and I lay you gently on the bed.
I sing a lullaby as you begin to dream,
nos da cariad, sleep tight.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC