Hail Hate!
Benneto Mossoulini to the Fuhrer:
'Let us invite the Jews for a dinner! '
April 11,2006
poem by Enriquito Lucero Jr.
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We're Jews, my family, and Jews break down into two distinct subcultures: book Jews and money Jews. We were money Jews.
A Swastika Song (Mixed Feelings)
Would you love a Nazi
If you had to choose
Between a living Fuhrer
And the dying Jews?
I don't love the Nazis,
Goebbels was bad news,
But the murder of the Fatherland
Is giving me the blues.
You may think me crazy
But what have I to lose?
I'm trapped by your hostility
And an angry German muse.
(this poem is about the conflict between guilt and patriotism in the modern German psyche)
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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April, Dear April
April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com
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April April April April
April April April April
April April April April
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Crys 2
Crys are various and of many kinds
For examples, here are a few
The cry of frustration when a housewife's dinner is a flop
The cry of sadness of a little girl when her pet kitten died
The cry of happiness when a little boy's father gives him a dog
The cry of happiness when a little girl's mother gives her a new do; ;
The cry of anger when someone has done you a wrong
the cry of happiness when you have forgiven someone
The cry of happiness when you have been released from debt
The cry of sadness when your best friend has passed on
Of all the crys in the world
These are just a few
April 27,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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Pheasants are fools if they invite the hawk to dinner.
When I invite a woman to dinner, I expect her to look at my face. That's the price she has to pay.
quote by George S. Kaufman
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I think Ian McKellen made it all happen, because he used to throw dinner parties and invite everyone over.
quote by Shawn Ashmore
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Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.
quote by Douglas Adams
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The Holocaust never quite leaves Israeli Jews alone. Arabs use it against them and they use it against Arabs. Jews use it against other Jews. Even the president of the United States, it seems, can use it against the prime minister of Israel.
quote by David K. Shipler
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Duet
Milestone:
All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,---
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Hippy:
What can bid my heart-ache fly?
What can bid my heart-ache die?
What can all the ills dispel,
In my morbid frame that dwell?
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Both:
Hark!---along the tangled ground,
Loudly floats the pleasing sound!
Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell,
'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell!
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Home Thoughts from Abroad
April in England–daffodils are growing
By every wayside, golden, tall and fair;
April–and all the little winds are blowing
The scents of springtime through the sunny air.
April in England–God, that we were there!
April in England–and her sons are lying
On these red fields, and dreaming of her shore;
April–we hear the thrushes' songs replying
Each unto each, above the cannons' roar;
April in England–shall we see it more?
April in England–there's the cuckoo calling
Down in her meadows where the cowslip gleams;
April–and little showers are softly falling,
Dimpling the surface of her babbling streams;
April in England–how the shrapnel screams!
April in England–blood and dust and smother,
Screaming of horses, men in agony.
April–full many of thy sons, O Mother,
Never again those dewy dawns shall see.
April in England–God, keep England free!
poem by Norah M. Holland
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Always Marry An April Girl
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Young William And Young April
Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '
Young April said to William,
'I thought I might see you.'
Young William, then to April,
'It's funny, what you do.'
Young April gave to William
A sweet, young childhood kiss.
Young William said to April,
'Don't bother me like this.'
Young April stood in silence,
Not knowing what to do.
Then young William turned away.
Young April, torn in two.
Young William said, 'Don't follow me.'
Away from her he fled.
April then, sat down and cried,
And wished that she was dead.
William never came again.
At least, for many years.
Fearful that young April still,
Might be there shedding tears.
William walked the park again.
It seemed just like before.
Wondering if he might see her.
Young April, there once more.
Young William never noticed.
The roses hid it well.
The place they found Young April.
The place she used to dwell.
poem by Greenwolfe 1962
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I Had Parents-They Were Jews
I HAD PARENTS /THEY WERE JEWS
I had parents-
They were Jews-
I am a Jew
But what of their childrens’ children
And their children, if they have them?
What of this one Freedman- Zeibert family?
What of us, the only family I come from?
What of us?
Where are the Jews?
Will there be any
In a generation or two?
What of all those generations who struggled and sacrificed and stayed alive before us as Jews?
What of them?
What of me?
What of us?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I would not vote for the mayor. It's not just because he didn't invite me to dinner, but because on my way into town from the airport there were such enormous potholes.
quote by Fidel Castro
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Xetha
We do have the same habit but,
We are from different lands;
And like Xetha who came along with a donkey,
But behold! I have prepared my dinner for two;
An i want to invite you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Said It
you said that when you get rich
you will throw a big party
and invite the flies.
if you invite me,
may i invite the worms?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Auschwitz
The Kommandant's a decent guy,
I know he wouldn't hurt a fly -
When I asked him if the Jews would die
He shook his head and told his lie,
'The Fuhrer wants his money's worth,
It's not a question of their birth,
If they pull their weight then they will live,
The Germans know how to forgive!
Haven't you heard their happy cry
'Arbeit Macht Frei! Arbeit Macht Frei! '?
Our Leader has a heart of gold,
That's what his followers have been told.
It's a pity that your friend's a Jew,
A slight mistake, in my point of view,
Remember we're the master race
And wipe that frown from off your face! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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If anyone thinks that Jews can steal into the land of their fathers, he is deceiving either himself or others. Nowhere is the coming of Jews so promptly noted as in the historic home of the Jews, for the very reason that it is the historic home.
quote by Theodor Herzl
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APRIL and a FOOL
APRIL and a FOOL
April’s Fool day
Preceded her
April Fool’s day
by just one “fool”;
ME
That day before
I had a Life,
the next day
I had a wife;
SHE.
As April’s Fool
on April One
I said we do
and thus began
the fun.
Smiling impatiently
The Fools of April One,
‘SHE’ and ‘ME’
Became a
‘WE’ …
April Fool …
I’m single still!
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Rhey W. Hedges, April 1,2007
poem by Rhey W. Hedges
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