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Jim Davis Apr 2017
In the last
three decades,
after we became one,
I touched
amazingly beautiful things,
horribly ugly things,  
unbelievably wondrous things

I touched nature's majesty;
hued walls of the Grand Canyon,              
crusty bark of the
Redwoods and Sequoias,
live corals of the
Great Barrier Reef,
dreamlike sandstone of the Wave

I touched magical and strange;
platypus, koalas and
kangaroos Down Under,
underwater alkali flies and
lacustrine tufa at Mono Lake,
astral glowing worms
in the Kawiti caves

I touched holy places;
Christianity's oldest churches,
the Pope's home in the Vatican,
Hindu and Sikh temples and
Moslem mosques in India,
Anasazi's kivas of Chaco canyon,
Aboriginal rocks of Uluru and Kata Tjuta

I touched glimmers of civilization;
uncovered roads of Pompeii,
fighting arenas of Rome,
terra cotta armies of Xian,
sharp stone points of the Apache,
pottery shards from the Navajo,
petroglyphs by the Jornada Mogollon

I touched fantastical things;
winds blowing on the
steppes of Patagonia,,
playas and craters of Death Valley,  
high peaks of the Continental Divide,
blazing white sands of the  
Land of Enchantment

I touched icons of liberty
and freedom;
the defended Alamo,
a fissured Liberty Bell,
an embracing Statue of Liberty,
the harbor of Checkpoints
Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie

I touched glorious things
made by man;
the monstrous Hoover Dam,
an exquisite Eiffel tower,
a soaring St Louis Arch,
an Art deco Empire State Building,
the sublime Golden Gate Bridge

I touched sparks from history;
the running path of an
Olympic flame just off Bourbon,
the last steps of Mohandas Ghandi
at Birla House before Godse,
******'s Eagle's nest and the
grounds over Der Führerbunker

I touched walls of power;
enclosed rings of the Pentagon,
steep steps of the
Great Wall of China,
untried bastions of
Peter and Paul's fortress,
fitted boulders of Machu Picchu

I touched strong hands;
of those conquering
Rommel's and ******'s hordes,
of cold warriors of
Chosin Reservoir,  
of forgotten soldiers of Vietnam,
of terrorist killers of today

I touched memories of war;
the somber Vietnam memorial,
the glorious Iwo Jima statue,
the cold slabs at Arlington,
the buried tomb of USS Arizonians,
Volgograd's Mother Russia  

I touched ugly things;
shreds of light in
Port Arthur's prison,
horrible smelly dust
in the streets from 9/11,
ash impregnated dirt
in the pits at Auschwitz

I touched oppressed freedom;
open ****** plazas
of Tiananmen Square,
smooth pipe and concrete
of the Berlin Wall,  
tall red brick walls
of the Moscow Kremlin

I touched constrained freedom;
heavy ankle and
wrist slave chains
in the South,
little windows
in Berlin's Stasi prison,
haunted cells in Alcatraz  

I touched remnants of madness;
wire and ovens of Auschwitz,
stacked chimneys and
wooden bunks of Birkenau,        
Ravensbruck, and Dachau,
the tomb of Lenin,
toppled Stalins

I touched hands of survivors;
of Leningrad's siege,
of German POWs and
of Russian fighters
of Stalingrad's battle,
of Cancer's scourges  

I touched grand things;
deep waters of the Pacific and Atlantic,
blue hills of Appalachia,
towering peaks of the Rockies,
high falls of Yosemite Valley,
bursting geysers of Yellowstone,
crashing glaciers of Antarctica and Alaska    

I touched times of adventure;
abseiling and zipping in Costa Rica,
packing Pecos wilds and Padre isles,
flying nap of earth Hueys to Meridian,
breaking arms in JRTC's box,
fighting Abu Sayyaf, and Jemaah
Islami in Zamboanga City

I touched through you;
wet sand beaches of  Mexico and Jamaica,
mysterious energy of the monoliths of Stonehenge,
rarefied air in front of the
Louvre's Mona Lisa,
ancient wonders of Giza,
Egypt's tombs and pyramids

We shared soft touches;
drifting in Bora Bora's
surreal waters,
joining hands camel trekking the
Outback's dry sands,
strolling along Tasmania's
eucalyptus forest trails

basking in swinging hammocks
under Fiji's bright sun,
scrambling in
Las Vegas' glittering and
red rock canyons,
kissing under the
Taj Mahal's symphony of arches

We shared touching deep waters;
propelled in gondolas
through the city of canals,
Drifting atop Uru cat boats on Lake Titticaca,
Swooping in jet boats
up a wild river in Talkeetna

Racing in speed boats
around Sydney's great harbour,
skimming in pangas in Puerto Ayora,
paddling the Kennebec for
East's best petroglyphs,
cruising Salzbergwerk's underwater lake

We touched scrumptious things;
Beignets and chicory coffee at DuMonde's in the Big Easy,
Hot *** with sesame sauce
in the walled city of Xian,
Peking duck, dimsum, scorpions,
snake and starfish on Wangfujing Snack Street

We touched delicious things
Crawfish heads and tails at JuJu's shack
and ten years at Jeanette's,
Langoustine at Poinciana's, Fjöruborðinus and Galapagos,
Cream cheese and loch bagels
at Ess-a' s in the Big Apple

I touched your hand riding;
hang loose waves of Waikiki,
a big green bus in Denali's awesomeness,
clip clopping carriages of Vienna, Paris,
Prague, New Orleans, Krakow,
Quebec City, and Zakopane,
the acapella sugar train of St Kitts

We shared touching on paths;
the highway 1 of Big Sur,
the Road of the Great Ocean,
the bahn to Buda and Pest,
the path to the North of Maine,
the trail of the Hoh rainforest,
and time after time, the way home

Yet,
I could spend
the next three decades,
in simple bliss,
having need for
touching nothing,
other than you!

©  2016 Jim Davis
A poem I wrote last year for my wife!  Posted now since it matches the HP' theme for today - "Places"
A J Ward Nov 2010
I enter Auschwitz 1.
Apprehensive crunches with every step.

I stand in a gas chamber.
Fully clothed.
With oxygen flowing freely.

I stand on a spot where thousands have stood before me.
But I'm able to make an exit,
Yet I'm rooted to the floor,
Transfixed with horror.
I feel like the last remaining tree,
surrounded by a forest of death.

Deforestation makes me sick.

*

Birkenau has a secret
that it doesn't want to tell.
A broken ending stood still.

The arches.
The ruins.
The tracks.
Thuds of reality slapping my face.

Stood inside the bleak barracks,
our guide asks us
"Imagine what it would like to be here -
What you'd see,
smell,
hear."

My eyes widen open in a scream,
they sting, fighting back at the image conjured within my mind.
I take a sharp breath
and close my eyes.

I am scared.
Saul Makabim Jun 2012
Petting the clouds till they part
The ****** red skies bleed their light
down upon the mountain of corpses below
Children, skulls smashed in, babies on bayonets
Hanged men spinning pirouettes
Timelapse footage of X-ray sterilization
The laughing macemen
all smoke and elbows
Herding humans into faux showers
Grins and rattling grease-guns
It is as plain as pain this must be a dream
But I do not want to wake up
Not until the end
When the corpses rise up
to consume the exterminators
and the screaming begins
Then the blood shall flow anew.
Gary Brocks Aug 2018
He lifted his hand, it shook.
He leaned towards speech, halting.
A stroke confined his feet
to shuffled, prayerful, praises.
The day pushed dusk through blinds.

“How you buh, beautiful?” (a rasp).
“You take your meds?” the nurse said.
“How you… to… today?”, finger pointing
(reminded of it's hook).
She smiled and smoothed his bed
"You flirtin’ again? You bad man.”

Once he'd made a vow, an oath
in Auschwitz-Birkenau:
Forced to pick gold from charred teeth,
he pledged to sidestep death… to live!
And walk - in love -
to the Sabbath.


Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
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John F McCullagh Oct 2012
The old man’s skin was parchment thin,
his eyes a watery blue.
On his left arm he bore the mark;
his Birkenau tattoo.

The letter “B” and six numbers
would be with him to the grave.
A permanent reminder
of his time as ******’s slave.

Two winters spent in Auschwitz-
What God would so design?
It left him gaunt and starving
with no faith in the Divine.

Yet he survived the worst and lived
when all his bunk  mates died.
His first wife was dust on the wind
as was their little child.

Now his grandson bears that mark,
the one and  very same.
To remind the world Of ******’s crimes,
He has skin in the game.
Based on  a web story about a grandson of a holocaust survivor who had his grandfather's tattoo put on his own arm as a remembrance
David I Phillips Sep 2010
Bundled rags,
As much a bed
As clothes,
Hang forlorn
From limp hand
That shakes
Spasmodically
As tears mingle with
Dirt fleck mist
Father, Mother
Grandma
Granddad
Sweet sister
Baby brother
All gone
On the train
Leaving you behind
To weep
At your loss
Now
And forever
In the future

This then
The last train
To Auschwitz-Birkenau
- From Emotional Swings & Round-a-bouts
RA Apr 2014
Foolishly enough, you
thought you could run
away from everything, leave
everything behind, until
you found yourself in
Birkenau on your birthday, skies
overcast, and your mind
set upon you.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
12:04 PM
Birkenau, Poland

I spent my Gregorian birthday in Birkenau this year.

From my collection, Poems from Poland
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jul 2020
Most people don't know this, but as a boy, Criminal Trump worked at the
Auschwictz-Birkenau death camp where from 1940 to 1945 the Nazis murdered 1,100,000, mostly Jews, the largest number of murders committed  
in any of the other 15,000 death camps spread over Europe in World War II.
Auschwitz-Birkenau death camp was locacated in the province of Upper Silesia in Poland. The camp used Zyklon B to ****** these men, women, and children in their gas chambers. Criminal Trump had multiple duties. He would help the **** guards force the Jews out of the railroad cars, enduring somehow the yelling and screams of the Jews who, for the most part, had already heard the fate awaiting them. Criminal Trump laughed with the **** guards. Criminal Trump, even though he was just a boy, was allowed to carry a club to beat any recalcitrant Jew who would resist getting into line. One of Criminal Trump's most favorite tasks was to watch the women and their female children be forced to take off all their clothing. Criminal Trump enjoyed staring at these naked females, choosing for himself those who were the most beautiful to him. He would wait longer than most of the **** guards before turning on the Zyklon B gas. One of his least favorite jobs was carrying the corpses covered with human excrement to the ovens where they were to be burnt. The smell was almost too fetid for him to do his job. Though Criminal Trump showered after each of these horrid, but necessary, tasks, he never could get rid of either of the smell or the memory of what he had to do hours each day in the gas chambers. In fact, as a man, he would awaken with a start from recurring nightmares of these atrocities he had participated in as a boy.
What Criminal Trump did as a boy at Auschwitz-Birkenenau death camp shaped how he would treat virtually every human being he encountered later
in life--with lack of any empathy at best, with sociopathic cruelty at worst.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-right advocate his entire adult life.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
Auschwitz-Birkenau, Belzec, Bergen-Belsen,
Buchenwald, Chelmno, Dachau, Dora-Mittebau,
Flossenburg, Gross-Rosen, Janowska, Kaiserwald,
Majdanek, Mauthausen, Natzweller-Struthof,
Neuengamme, Oranienburg, Plaszow, Ravensbruck,
Sachenhausen, Sobibor, Terezin, Treblinka, Westerbork.

There were more than 15,000 of these death camps
spread over ****-occupied Europe. In addition to Jews,
other groups murdered were homosexuals, the physically
and mentally infirm, political and religious dissidents,
Gypsies, communists, socialists, Afro-Germans, Soviet
POWS, intelligentsia, beggars, alchoholics, prostitutes,
freemasons, and trade unionists.

It is estimated that between 15,000,000 to 20,000,000
human beings were murdered by Nazis during the
Holocaust. ****** assumed power in 1933, **** Trump
in 2017.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Maddy Dec 2019
The Holocaust never happened?
Ask those with numeric blue on their arms
It doesn't wash off neither do the memories shoes and teeth
It is ignorance and lack of education
Or is it?
Auschwitz,Birkenau,and others
Try looking up the name of a descendant on the Yad Vashem website
They list the names and how they perished
Imagine if it was your family?
It happened and hopefully will never happen again
See Chanukah is coming and though the holiday is happy and light
There is darkness when human beings deny it ever happened
"One for each night they shed us with light to remind us of days long ago."

C@rainbowchaser2019
We celebrate both holidays because
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
Josef Mengele /ˈmɛŋɡələ/; German: [ˈmɛŋələ];
16 March 1911 – 7 February 1979 was a German
Schutzstaffel (SS) officer and physician
in Auschwitz concentration camp
during World War II. He performed deadly human
experiments on prisoners and was a member
of the team of doctors who selected victims
to be killed in the gas chambers.
Arrivals that were judged able to work
were admitted into the camp, while those deemed
unsuitable for labor were sent to the gas chambers
to be killed. With Red Army troops sweeping
through Poland, Mengele was transferred
280 kilometers (170 mi) from Auschwitz
to the Gross-Rosen concentration camp
on 17 January 1945, just ten days before the arrival
of the Soviet forces at Auschwitz.
After the war, he fled to South America
where he evaded capture for the rest of his life.
Superficial is the debut studio album
by American television personality Heidi Montag,
digitally released on January 11, 2010
by Warner Music Group. After being cast
in the reality television series The Hills
and subsequently achieving public notability,
she entered the music industry
and began recording the project in 2007.
However, it suffered from several setbacks
after recorded material intended for the project
was leaked and proved unsuccessful.
Montag enlisted collaborators Steve Morales,
Chris Rojas, The Runners, Sebastian Jacome,
Fingazz during its production. Superficial
received mixed to negative reviews
from music critics. It debuted at number 41
on the U.S. Billboard Heatseekers Albums
Chart with first-week sales of approximately
1,000 copies. Consequently, the record did not earn back the $2 million
that Montag spent during its production;
she later blamed its failure on inadequate
promotional efforts. "Superficial"
was released as the only single
from the record on November 22, 2009;
its accompanying music video
was premiered in April 2010. Montag
additionally performed her track
"Body Language", which was initially
planned for inclusion on Superficial,
at the Miss Universe 2009 pageant
on August 23, 2009. In 1942,
Auschwitz II Birkenau, originally
intended to house slave laborers,
began to be used instead as a combined
labor camp and extermination camp.
Prisoners were transported there
by rail from all over German-occupied
Europe, arriving in daily convoys.
By July 1942, SS doctors were conducting
"selections" where incoming Jews
were segregated, and those considered able
to work were admitted into the camp
while those deemed unfit for labor
were immediately killed
in the gas chambers.The arrivals
that were selected to die, about three-quarters
of the total, a included almost
all children In August 2007, a demo version
of Montag's song "Body Language"
was leaked on On Air with Ryan Seacrest,
which featured an uncredited rapped verse
by Montag's boyfriend Spencer Pratt.
Montag has claimed she was unhappy
with the leak, as the song was a "joke"
and she did not want that to be
the first thing people heard from her musically.
Montag released the promo single,
"Higher" along with an accompanying
video shot by Pratt to iTunes on February 5, 2008.
The song and the video immediately
elicited a negative response
from the online community.
Two weeks later, a ballad titled "No More"
was leaked online, and Montag later released
it as a promotional single the following month.
Two more songs, "Fashion" and
"One More Drink" appeared on the internet
in June 2008.Consequently, Montag released
the extended plays Wherever I Am and Here She Is...,
which were made up of previously leaked material.
Following the album's release,
Montag stated "I've actually gone broke
putting every dollar I've ever made
and my heart and soul into this music.
For me, I have a different appreciation,
a different understanding, and a different love
of my music and for my album
than any other artist possibly could."
Montag later confirmed she spent nearly $2 million on the album.
Initially, the album was to include
Montag's debut single, "Body Language",
but the song was later removed from the final product.
The album was eventually released
on January 11, 2010 for digital download
The record was originally announced
to be titled Heidi Montag, later Independent,
and eventually The One. In 2009,
Montag stated that the record would be titled
Superficial, commenting that "that's the world
she lives in and how people think she is
but it's really just the surface" Its intended
cover was shot by Liz Ciganovich,
who commented that it was inspired
by Montag's earlier music video for her song "Overdosin'"
and "Physical" by Olivia Newton-John.
It depicted Montag dressed in a strapless,
polka-dotted leotard in front of a wall of cassettes,
which she described as a "shout out to the '80s"
and "makes you remember
when you just had to run out to the record store
and get your favorite album". However,
the official cover was later revealed
to be an image of Montag in a short black dress
posing in front of a large camera lens.

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