Poetry
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Steel serpents carved through dawn’s first light,A journey veiled in darkest night,Crammed boxcars held the silent screams,Of shattered lives and broken dreams. On iron trails, their hopes erased,Through countrysides, the engines raced,Families torn from all they knew,A past that dwindled from their view. No windows showed the path ahead,The air was thick with fear and…
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Today, Father’s Day, I felt compelled to write something about all the Fathers who lived and were murdered during the Holocaust, but there were too many to mention, So I decided to honor them all via a poem. So many were murdered, only a few survived, but they all had something in common, none of…
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Act I, Scene I Enter Chorus. Chorus:Hark! Attend, good people, to a tale most dire,Of conflagration fierce and lute’s sweet lyre.Beside fair Geneva’s tranquil lake it fell,A tragedy where smoke and water tell. Enter noble musicians: Lord Ritchie, Sir Ian, Sir Roger, and Sir Jon. Lord Ritchie:Upon the glassy shore we’d planned our art,A hall…
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A needle hums, its bite inscribes,More than ink, it brands their lives.A sequence carved, devoid of name,A silent scream in numeric shame. The ink sinks deep, a cruel decree,A name erased—humanity’s plea.Flesh becomes a ledger’s page,Etched in despair, grief, and rage. Not a mark of pride but pain,A scar that whispers what remains.The calloused hand,…
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Mart Duggan (November 10, 1848 – April 9, 1888) was a legendary gunfighter of the American Old West. Though largely forgotten today, he was once one of the most feared lawmen of his time. Author Robert K. DeArment, in his book Deadly Dozen, ranks Duggan as one of the most underrated gunmen of the Old…
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Less than a month after the German occupation of the Netherlands in May 1940, measures were introduced to regulate pigeon keeping. By June, the so-called “Pigeon Brigade” was established as part of the Amsterdam police force. The only surviving records of this regulation date back to 1943, detailing daily reports of free-flying pigeons being spotted.…
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As I’ve said before: a picture tells a thousand words, but never the full story. That’s one of the reasons I choose to limit the use of graphic images. Words can leave a deeper impact—they require time, attention, and reflection. A picture allows you to quickly decide whether or not to engage, but a story…
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I love The Repair Shop, it is one of those feel-good shows. The people working there are so talented and skillful. Not only do they repair items that are valuable to the people who bring them in, but they also repair them in a way that seem the item was never broken. Many of the…
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I know the sight of a mouse might freak some people out, but I believe the best way to tell the story of the Holocaust is by simplicity and small portions. That’s why I chose the mouse to use in the narrative of this poem. It is something we can identify with. In shadows deep,…
