The Test Of Loyalty
He stood, oak walking stick
and trusted Shepherd by his side.
It was a view not for mere mortals,
life was not stingy with rewards,
such as this view from Obersalzberg.
He'd baptised it Wolfsschanze,
with which he had expressed the thought
that it would make a launching ramp
for the great wolf, son of the old eagle.
Today was graduation for ten officers,
Sturmstaffel, also called SS,
they'd demonstrate the ultimate of all:
Life for the Fuehrer and the Fatherland.
The training had been tough and cruel
for man and beast, all Shepherd dogs,
each candidate was given a male pup
to raise, from weaning time, with utmost care
to teach the tricks a German dog should know,
until the very day they'd stand before their god.
The presentation was an eye-pleasing success,
the Fuehrer watched as dog and man performed,
until the Obersturmbannfuehrer's sharp command,
they froze in place, awaiting graduation.
Then, Adolf Hitler, undisputed leader of the Reich,
he raised his arm in a salute, and with a voice
both soft and urgent gave the ultimate command:
'Use only both your hands and your new combat knife,
and cut the throat of your companion here and now,
it is the final test of loyalty to me.'
There was a deadly silence then, an eagle hovered
above the valley, boyed by rising currents,
and as it watched, the ten cadets reached down to touch
their charges by the neck, with grim determination.
Ten pairs of trusting eyes looked at their masters,
as love flowed from within to meet the blue-eyed tears,
and death that day could not be understood.
Perhaps the Fuehrer would explain it all, one day
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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All of us, who are members of the Germanic peoples, can be happy and thankful that once in thousands of years fate has given us, from among the Germanic peoples, such a genius, a leader, our Fuehrer Adolf Hitler, and you should be happy to be allowed to work with us.
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The German future lies in the hands of our Fuehrer.
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Unanimously we will confess and pledge ourselves to stand behind the Fuehrer and his movement today and forever and thereby to be of service to the idea of eternal Germany.
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The Lamb and the Wolf (Ballad)
I saw a lamb to wolf turn prey!
I saw it kill’d in gruesome way;
The lamb was rather small, I say;
I saw it frolicking that day;
It bleated while busy at play;
That day, its life, it had to pay;
And soon, I heard a plaintive cry;
The grass was smeared by lamb’s blood dry!
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
The wolf was dressed in fine lamb-skin;
It killed by habit, kith and kin;
Like lamb, it spoke and went so near;
It acted friendly, allayed fear;
It took the lamb afar to play;
The lamb was foolish on that day;
It was so meek and frail, not bold;
It wished to see the far-off world.
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
The wolf then took the lamb away,
To steep a cliff with grass to play;
In moment’s time, it pushed it down;
The foul-play was almost half-done;
The lamb remained so very dazed;
That it was live, kept me amazed;
Before it could then recover,
The wolf made plans to devour.
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
The wolf noticed the lamb’s sad plight
And asked if it was quite alright;
It said, “I’ll take you to mother.”
The lamb believed the lie, brother!
It took it round and round and round;
There was no sign of flock on ground;
The lamb had gone really far;
Against the wolf, it could not war.
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
The lamb couldn’t walk any farther;
To pray to God, it didn’t bother;
It was so tired, hungry too;
It did not know what next to do;
The wolf then caught the lamb by throat;
The blood spilled down its white fur-coat;
The lamb was dead in moments split;
The wolf ate lamb and tried to sit;
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
The wolf had feasted like a drill;
It ate with joy and had its fill;
It worked its way with pretty skill;
It left no trace of lamb on hill;
It was the poor lamb’s folly still.
The lamb had vanished from the rill;
It was too weak to fight by will;
The lamb had died a death cruel.
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
O shepherd good and experienced
With staff so long and strong and hooked;
If you had been awake and heard
The poor lamb’s cry, you could it saved;
If you had spotted wolf disguised,
One blow by staff you could have killed;
If you had watched with care, brother,
It would have stayed near its mother;
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
Then good shepherd, “Why didn’t you come
To save lamb’s life from wolf’s welcome? ”
The little lamb didn’t know wolf’s scent;
It was too small and innocent;
Its legs were weak and could not run;
It thought that life was only fun;
If more alert had been shepherd,
The lamb needn’t go astray or erred.
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
Had shepherd failed to act aright?
Had wolf deceived the lamb’s eye-sight?
Did not God know the lamb’s poor plight?
How could a lamb give wolf a fight?
Was it an act of destiny?
Was lamb to blame for mutiny?
Perhaps, the lamb was bound to die,
Allured by wolf’s broad day-light lie!
My good shepherd, “Did you not know? ”
My God, “Did You all this allow? ”
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-11-2007
poem by John Celes
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Graduation 2013
Graduation is coming faster then you know
soon it will be may and we will all be alone
soon we will be crying and we will finally be free
adults you see
either going off to college or staying home
graduation is all we want to hear
there will be laughs
and i'm afraid more tears
as we honor those who wont be with us this year
they did to young
but hey it's life
graduation will be the worst
but the worst is yet to come
graduation is the bench mark
as you close your high school chapter
and open a knew one to life!
GRADUATION I CAN'T WAIT! ! ! ! !
poem by Marissa Ford
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A Pome for My Brother Mike
first off i would like to say that Iam so proud of you,
cause you dream big and accomplish everything you do
I watched you grow over the years, to the man you are today,
and i watched the tears roll down our mothers face, on your graduation day,
Im gonna miss the times we use to, laugh and play,
but im really gonna miss the times when you use to brighten up my day,
I never thought i would see the day,
that you will walk away, on to the college life and on to a better day
I told myself i wouldnt cry i wouldnt sheed a tear, but its gettin harder every day because the time is coming near,
remeber that your family is all that you got,
so dont foget about us when u make it to the top
Last but not least i would just like to say that your are my big brother,
and i love you more every day
love and peace- your lilttle sis NE-NE
poem by Nene Brock
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I Watched
Pediatric E.R, R.I.P 11/5/09 (Volunteer work can be tough)
I watched…
A heartbreaking scene today
But I couldn’t take
my eyes away
I watched …
I feel shamed to say
I watched
a little girl die today
I watched …
an anguished EMT cry
I watched nurses drawn faces
I watched a little girl die
I watched …
Just outside the doors
The Frantic CPR applied
With frantic, futile force
I watched
Her mother fearfully enter the room
To be seated by her side
To share in her impending doom
I watched
A strange, unsettling scene
Upturned faces as if in prayer
hopefully watch the vitals screen
I watched
A life dissipate and fade
On a bed
That I had newly made
I watched…
At least a half hour they tried
With wondrous machines, marvelous medicines
Yet still, this little girl died
I watched…
Then I heard a small whimpering cry!
But It was only the mother
As she saw her child die
I watched…
Her arms outspread, her mom at her side
Young staring eyes so angelicly appealing
I watched, sadly watched….then I also cried.
poem by David Whalen
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Graduation Day
Theres a time a for joy
A time for tears
A time well treasure through the years
Well remember always
Graduation day
At the senior prom
We danced til three
And there you gave your heart to me
Well remember always
Graduation day
Take it away
Take five
Though we leave in sorrow
All the joys weve known
We can face tomorrow
Knowing well never walk alone
When the ivy walks
Are far behind
No matter where our paths may wind
Well remember always
Graduation day
Well remember always
Graduation (day) day
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Thieves Like Us
Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife
song performed by by New Order
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The Equine Debt
There's nothing in this world this horse does lack,
Save a proud rider on the noblest of backs.
Down the years he has stood,
Through all bad and all good.
He has toiled and fought,
With we humans, for nought
Save our ego and pride.
For this cause he has died
In the battles of life.
Through trouble and strife.
Steadfast he has carried
Us through when we've tarried.
Putting humans to shame,
With our physical game.
He's shown us to rise,
Reach life's ultimate prize.
To be humble not proud,
To be soft, never loud.
In the final place rest
He has passed the time test,
That of faithfulness true.
His goodness shines through.
Unconditional loyalty,
Born of humility.
Beside this, mere humans, what do we have to give?
Just our love thanks and gratitude, as long as we live.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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The Fuehrer Makes an Aesthetic Decision
The House of German Art
opened its gates to the public
in Munich in the summer of 1937
with a grand exhibition.
The pseudo-classic building
displayed Nazi art works
and Hitler himself delivered
a long inaugurating speech at the show.
Gesticulating wildly, the fuehrer
denounced with incensed rage artists
who attach theories to their work.
Aesthetic doctrines, he said,
pollute the mind.
Then the dictator went on
proclaiming that he was always
determined neither to analyze,
nor to discuss artistic judgment,
but to make decisions.
He also gave a demonstration
of what he meant by his words.
Although the Nazi jury had already
selected the works for the exhibition,
Hitler became so furious
with some of the paintings on display
that he kicked holes through them
with his jack boot.
poem by Paul Hartal
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The Vision
From its station
with great span
of wings outspread.
I watched the eagle.
Yet saw not
that monarch of the blue.
Instead a vision
so profound unfold.
Radiating from behind
a shimmering glow.
Golden silvery light
poured forth.
From within emerged
a figure in brilliant white.
Still the two
remained as one.
Features
mountain strong.
But gentle soft
as a feather's touch.
Eyes dark intense
all seeing yet warm.
wise and understanding.
Ever forgiving.
Those outstretched wings
now open arms.
Beckoning
calling out to all.
Temperate but mighty
a voice spoke out.
'When you fear reach for me.
I am your shield and strength.'
I looked away then back.
My vision had passed.
As though
it had never been.
Standing proud and strong
the eagle remained.
It seemed to say.
'In me see always Him.'
(09SEP01)
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Our Dream
To soar like an eagle through canyon
So close we could never let go.
The wind be our only companion
As we leave it behind down below.
Like Icarus we fly toward the sun
But starlight will guide us away.
Our lips touch, now we are one
Heaven just called us today.
We make love on a cloud as we used to
Your eyes need no light from the moon.
Love's ember gaze wins my heart true
Your soft voice in angelic tune.
So dream when the wind wakes the trees
Our passion still roars as it's burning
That lion brought us to our knees
Eternal hearts beat a ceaseless yearning.
To feel our hearts embrace
One breathless kiss will save our life
Wherever we run or chase
Destiny still holds the knife.
So apart then we struggle and bleed
Bodies ailing as faceless days wither
One look and you know we'll be freed
As the wind whispers no time to dither
And my love will shine from a star tonight
If you stand by your window
Your heart could take flight.
poem by Kevin East
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A Song for Papa
There was no cloud
Yet the rain came heavy,
Our umbrellas were not ready
And we got soaked.
God the author of all, raised his sun
To dry us whole and to him we give Glory for all.
Papa scored from an offside position
But, if God the ultimate referee accepts the goal,
Ordinary mortals we are can never query
His command.
Eye remember papa’s hot furnace moulding
Us whole,
Like raw gold eye complained the heat, yet the goldsmith
Knew his job and made us to a perfect mould,
We thank you papa for you made us whole.
Eye thought the orange sun will be watched
Smiling to set but, a sudden cloud, thick,
Swallowed the glow and you said,
‘Where is it am going’ and rest, then eye remember
The beauty of the place that prompted your exclamation,
And thanked God that led you by his gentle hands on that
8th of July,2010
Where Alleluia welcomed you
In heaven.
July 2010.
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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While Eastern soul walks Westerly
He's an innocent Aryan
Who sees his cruel cousin
Adolf Hitler kneels at Anne Frank's grave
And cries aloud like a German Shepherd's yelp.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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We Walk Together
An eagle that can't fly
Is no longer and eagle
A wolf that can't howl
Is no longer a wolf
A man that can't love
Is no longer a man...
I feel of the eagle and of the wolf,
I am the man who has lost his love.
I walk the long dirt road
The wolf by my side
And the eagle on my shoulder
Together we walk
All having lost,
None knowing what the future may hold...
poem by Jeffery Brunner
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From Womb To Tomb Is My Life Going To Be
I had never, ever seen the light of day
and have had to use a stick to find my way.
From womb to tomb is my life going to be
a life of darkness because I cannot see?
'Lord who did wrong' someone said,
'Was it this man or his parents instead? '
'No one had sinned' I heard Jesus say.
'For you will see the glory of God today.'
Just there as we stood to my great surprise
He made some mud and pasted it on my eyes.
Then He told me to go to the place called 'Sent'
So off to the Pool of Siloam I went.
As I washed my eyes I received my sight
and for the very first time could see sunlight.
Saw men and animals, trees and the sky
and watched all the peoples walking by.
Blind leaders of the blind they did not realise
that it was the was the Christ who'd opened my eyes.
For until our eyes are opened by the Lord
we all remain blind and dead to God's word.
Written after reading John 9: 1-12
Evening
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track,
And gone to its nest is the wren,
And the packman snail, too, with his home on his back,
Clings to the bowed bents like a wen.
The shepherd has made a rude mark with his foot
Where his shadow reached when he first came,
And it just touched the tree where his secret love cut
Two letters that stand for love's name.
The evening comes in with the wishes of love,
And the shepherd he looks on the flowers,
And thinks who would praise the soft song of the dove,
And meet joy in these dew-falling hours.
For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love,
Where nothing can hear or intrude;
It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove,
In beautiful green solitude.
poem by John Clare
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Who Will?
Picking up the pieces
That I have left behind
Wanting to be whole
Would be the easiest way
Who will teach me to drive
Or help me pick out my graduation dress
Who will be there to talk to
When failed a test
Who will go to my graduation
Or even walk me down the aisle
Who will try to do their best
To just see me smile
You chose drugs
You chose not to write
I have tried my best to have your love
But you still don’t care
I don’t want to hate you
But I am still not telling you its okay
Someday you will see
What you let go
poem by Katie Huntress
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