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the time has come
when each of you shall be designated
by a mere number

and just like what happens to those
who die
without a name without a face
so shall each of you also die
without a trace

the gas chambers of Auschwitz
again shall send the foul odored smoke
to the clear serene skies

i see all of you
silently weeping.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Smoke From Chimneys

Whenever you see
smoke rise up
from chimneys,
you think of her:

Anny Horowitz.
You think of Auschwitz.
1942.
A nine year old Jew.

Whenever you smell
smoke from chimneys
and see it
rise up into blue skies,

you remember her:
Anny with her blue eyes,
at Auschwitz
with her blonde hair

and sad face
dying there.

poem by Terry Collett
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Uncertain Weather

A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
He must have had a life
Maybe with a family
People who meant everything to him
A sinner, a saint, a soldier
Caught up in a war he never
Had a chance to start or build a life
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
Hopes and fears important plans
Forgotten memories
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Schemes and dreams small and grand
Nothing left to see
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Someone who cast a shadow
Maybe just a lazy man
Doesnt make much difference now its true
A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
One more to add to the total
Of those never heard of again
Yes hes gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
All gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind...

song performed by by Genesis
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I made a mistake when I said there were no gas chambers at Auschwitz.

quote by David Irving
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Designated Drinker

(Alan Jackson)
Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em
I think I'm gonna need you to get back home
Hold on to my hat, I don't wanna lose it
I couldn't stand for something else to be gone
I'm sure you know the reason I'm here cryin'
I think you'll understand why
Tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger
I need to get to where I can't think of her
So tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I came here to get you to help me
I need a friend to see me through
I hated to call, I knew you wouldn't mind at all
I know you know I'd do the same for you
I'm not the kind that likes to drown my sorrow
I may hate myself tomorrow
Oh but
Tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger
I need to get to where I can't think of her
So tonight, I'm the designated drinker
We need to get to where we can't think of her
So tonight, we're the designated drinkers
Oh tonight, we're the designated drinkers

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Designated Drinker (feat. George Strait)

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Aestivate Stare

Eye glance in aestivate air,
staring at your serene grace,
a beauty adorned with a grin

Whispers hymn a benign face,
so I mind-trace this vitrine,
with you a becoming prayer...

I attend links and my insight,
adores your aura; I never had
as ornament your emitted light,
blossom on water, a lily pad.

I trace a face of soft curves,
advent on emerald sea shore,
to file my cause as blue waves,
sparkle foam's dance to adore.

A beatific flight above my past,
memory is my companionship,
kindly invites me, and my mast
points towards skies and winds.

I caress your aestivate hair,
conceived is your calm face,
heavens will accept my prayer,

dreams in your sleep embrace,
my aptitude and worry glare,
lone sunset becomes my flare.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Clear Blue Skies

I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you and clear blue skies
Never cold
Never snow
Nobody nobody
Ever knows
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you and clear blue skies
I see you and
I see you and
I see you and
I see you and clear blue skies
Keep me warm
Summer time
Nobody nobody
Be so kind
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you and clear blue skies

song performed by by Cliff Richard
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The countless number of influential figures in American history who are of Caribbean heritage indicates the need to set aside a designated time to celebrate their contribution to our country.

quote by Eliot Engel
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On the other hand, the waging of peace as a science, as an art, is in its infancy. But we can trace its growth, its steady progress, and the time will come when there will be particular individuals designated to assume responsibility for and leadership of this movement.

quote by Fredrik Bajer
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The Skies!

On a fine day
Blue and white,
The skies are at rest.
Sleepy in their mindsets,
Going to and fro.

But when the skies,
In their anger roar
And thunder.
Mere mortals cower before them,
None bold enough to face them.

Proud and kingly they are,
In the high heavens,
Watching.
Watching us all.
Few can hide from them.

The skies look down on us,
Them being above.
No limits set before them,
No boundaries,
Free, to go where they want.

None have the privilege,
As those,
Who watch us from above.
And look down on us.
The skies!

poem by Anushna Satapathy
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This Time Around

Every single hour in my hands
Every second word that goes to send
Another day is tied behind my back
Another beating heart is all I have
But not this time around
Not this time around
If you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
I never thought I'd live to see this day
I always knew the sun would go away
I never had the strength to turn away, oh
In the end is always how I feel
Not this time around
Not this time around
If you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
How will I
Will you find me?
How will I
Been away
Oh will I
Will you find me?
How will I ever know?
I don't believe in beautiful mistakes
Every turn of fate is on to take
Another turn or second chance goes by
Every wrong turn comes an eye to eye
Not this time around
Not this time around
And if you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
But not this time around
Well I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
Not this time around
I'd leave the skies today

song performed by by Howie Day
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Granny Used to Smoke

Granny used to smoke,
She had her special cigarette.
Granny used to smoke,
She had her special style to.
Granny used to smoke,
She used to send me to shop.
Granny used to smoke.

She used to smoke this way:
Putting the glowing side,
Inside her mouth cavity,
And hers is to release,
Trains of smoke!

poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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The Holocaust

In a cold and silent world, weeping people wait,
Hoping and praying to not face this solemn fate.

But even thought they were quiet, as quite as they could be,
They were still found in the dark ghettos, the whole Jewish family.

The cries from the little ones so confused and so afraid,
Were ignored by the wretched Nazis, who caused heartbreak in that day.

They led them on a tearful trail toward to dreaded Auschwitz place.
And treated them like guinea pigs. testing them face to face.

Not to care in the world did the Nazi leaders possess,
Toward the unfair treatment to which placed the Jews in distress.

And all these fears and terrors led up to this fatal loss,
Of all the millions of innocent Jews killed in the Holocaust.

poem by Brenda Kodesh
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Fate Hanged on a Hairbreadth

It was summer,1944.
The train stood at the railway station of Gyŏr,
halfway on the road
between Budapest and Vienna.

In the boxcars
there were over 3,000 passengers.
The Hungarian gendarmes squeezed
the deported men, women and children
like sardines into the wagons
and the prisoners were crying for help.

For the SS-Unterscharführer
assigned to the transport
it was just another job.
The corporal already directed
many similar trains to the east.
And those trains always went to the east
and to the same terminus.

However, this transport of deportees
was unlike the others.
The SS corporal made a fatal mistake
but the guards discovered this
only at the Slovakian border.
The train's number was not
on the list of transports
destined for Auschwitz.

The train stopped
at the Slovakian border.
Here the guards contacted
Colonel Adolf Eichmann by telephone
and informed him about the error.

Eichmann decided
that since the train traveled that far
it should continue to Auschwitz.
So the SS guards changed the serial number
of the train and replaced it with the number
of another train departing from Debrecen.

Thus, instead of the death camp
of Auschwitz-Birkenau
in Nazi occupied Poland,
the train from Debrecen
was sent to the distribution camp
of Strasshof in Austria.

As you see,
fate hanged in the war on a hairbreadth.
A freak of chance, a random accident,
an oversight of procedure,
or of a supposed algorithm,
could lead to arbitrary decisions
regarding the life or death of thousands.

Although Strasshof
was a brutal slave labor lager,
most people there,
about 14,000 of the 21,000 deportees,
survived the ordeal of the Holocaust.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Heather's Symphony

somehow the secret door of time has
been unlocked. Allowing us to look
within our souls, and find each
other.
The one I have always cultivated in
the chambers of my mind.

Reaching through the veil of time,
we have finially come in contact.
Each pulling the other into existence.
Time has provided a window, so we
could look into the future.

Somehow we have reached through the
portals of time, and touched each other.
Searching through the canyons of our
minds, refusing to surrender.

I gently trace the lines of time in
your handsome face. Feel you softly
breathing, as you lie in my arms
sleeping. You are everything I have
ever imagined.

Our souls must have met, and loved
in past life times. Once again we meet,
and love as before.

poem by Heather Burns
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Twilight

When twilight falls silently
It’s time to meditate,
As daylight drains away
consider thoughtfully.
the events of the day.

When twilight falls silently
the ending of the day
My worries disappear
I sit in solitude
my mind becomes clear.

When twilight falls silently.
The quiet soothes me,
I find I can release
the stress I do not need.
An interlude of peace

When twilight falls silently.
I know what I must do.
Submit to reverie.
no one will disturb me.
At least not easily

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Monchielle

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Aging

At what designated point?
Does society, consider an individual old?
Is there a chronological time,
when one’s productivity, ceases?

What then shall be done?
Should a person’s prolific contributions,
continue past, that designated juncture?
Must established protocol be re-evaluated?

Is the gift of wisdom,
also the profound ability.
To accept these facts,
reroute formatted policy, no matter when?

20APR05

poem by Kurt Hearth
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Technology And Communications

What’s your mobile number?
I’ll call you later when
Things are not so busy
Now, just where is my pen?
No – let’s think – I’ll send an email
At least by close of play
Or maybe a text message
Is there any other way?
I could send facsimilies
Or faxes as they’re known
Sorry, I’m so busy
I really have to go.

Go where?
Go check my emails
Go where?
Go check my phone
Go where?
Go check my messages
Go where?
I just don’t know.

The magic of technology
Is it doesn’t matter where
The sender and receiver are
Or in their underwear
But we’ve got lost in all of this
Checking for things here and there
What seemed like real time saving
Now makes us pull out our hair
We spend so much time receiving
And retrieving things on screen
When a simple conversation
Could have made clear what we mean.

poem by David Keig
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What Matters Most Is Love And Peace

you keep on saying that
what matters most is love and peace
and then we manage to eke out
a living for ourselves
then what matters
is hunger
we listen to the sound
of our complaining bellies
asking for rice
and fish
because there is only water from the river
odored foul
by these dead mudfishes
now my dear
find me a place where i can sleep
where i can chant
my pleadings to our gods
so they may answer
our little complaints

love and peace you keep saying that
please prove that to me
on this hunger
and poverty
convince
me