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Best Poems From
JOSEPH ENRIGHT
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Even More Nonsense
When Moses parted
The old Red Sea,
Did he catch fish
To bring home for his tea?
Does a hyena
Think its funny
When for his tea
He eats a bunny?
When the stars come out to play
Where do they go during the day?
Why does the wind not sit still?
Why does water run downhill?
How long for the sea to fill?
Why is the sky oh so blue?
Are fairy tales really true?
When an Asp Cleopatra did poison
Did he have a very good reason?
When the egg was first found
Did it perhaps? just lay on the ground
When the apple on Isaacs head fell,
Did he perhaps feel, unwell?
When Ben flew his kite
High up in the air,
Did Mrs Franklin stand, agape,
And just stare?
When William at an apple he shot
Did Mrs Tell faint.....because of the shock?
When Noah his ark he did float
After two weeks, it wasnt a joke,
He shouted 'Gas masks for all,
And stay upwind,
It would have been better
If we had just sinned! ! ! ! '
Joseph Enright
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Hitlers Inferno
Tall bricked chimneys standing high
Black smoke billowing to the sky
In behind large closed gates
Terror hidden from outside gaze.
Trains come, trains go
Spilling out human cargo
Men and women, children too
Stand about, dont know what to do.
Jackbooted soldiers standing by
Angry shouts rent the sky
Men with dogs and whips too
Forming people into queues
Soldiers yelling now 'Macht Schnell'
People know theyve arrived in hell.
Marched in now three by three
Welcoming message says
'Arbeit Macht Frei '
Musicians, sit about
Playing music by Joahann Strauss
'Women and children to one side '
Families parted now with cries
White coated doctors sitting down
Examining people, at some they frown
'You to left, you to right '
Oh my God what a terrible sight.
Ordered now 'Remove all clothes'
In for shower everybody goes
Heads are shaven, clothes piled high
Glasses and canes are stacked nearby
In the shower room full of dread
Small babies tossed in overhead
People now begin to plead,
Sternfaced soldiers take no heed
Doors are closed...bolted tight
Soldiers leave...out of sight
Overhead, scientists few
Now prepare a deadly brew
Poison now inside a cask
Begins to leave off deadly gas
Vapour seeps in deadly stream
People now begin to scream
The children of the Nazis played
With dolls and motor cars and trains
The children of the Jews dismayed
As deadly gas upon them rained.
Scratching faces breaking nails
Arms now begin to flail
Bodies falling,
Being stood on,
Air inside, nearly gone.
No escape this deadly gas
No breathing now...just gasps.
At last the deadly deed is done
Dead inside..everyone
Bodies now are taken out
Kapos yell'Gold teeth, , pull them out'
Taken now to furnace bright
Unceremoniously tossed inside..
For five years now this work is done
Six million dead....everyone.
'Final solution ' was the plan
'Kill all Jews, to the last man '
Silence in the camp today
Soldiers all have run away
The war is over, raise a cheer
Allied soldiers are drawing near.
Soldiers now are at the gate
Appalled by humanities fate
Walking corpses greet these men
The air an all pervading smell
Walking round the camp they see
Scenes of appalling brutality
Now theyre in where bodies burned
Crimes hidden from the world
Soldiers tough begin to cry
Many more get sick nearby
As these crimes they unfold
Must be told to all the world
Now that peoplethey all know
The dreadful story of Hitlers Inferno.
Dedicated to the six million.
Joseph Enright
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Louisas Quilt
In her sewing room
She sits on her seat,
Cloths of many colors
Strewn at her feet.
Oval, triangle, rectangle and square,
She makes them all fit,
A little bit here, ...a little bit there.
She mixes purple and orange,
And green and red,
To make a quilt
To cover her bed.
With each careful stitch
It grows and grows,
Down to the floor it swiftly flows.
In the middle a fish of green
Amidst colors of the rainbow
Can be seen.
Now at last the quilt is made
Across her bed, A bright cascade
As if from a rainbow
It did bloom
And scattered colours
Across her room....
Joseph Enright
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Moths
On a peaceful summer midnight,
Under a moonlit sky,
I stand beneath a street lamp
As moths go flying by.
I seem to hear in the stillness,
The fluttering of their wings,
As if a magnet invisible,
Collected all flying little things
Around the lamplight they gather,
And do their strange little dance,
Eyes aglow in the lamplight,
Unblinking, as if in a trance.
And as the nightime fades away,
To greet again another day,
My winged adncers soon take flight,
To return perhaps?
Tomorrow night?
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Joseph Enright
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