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“God doesn’t throw dice,”* Rabbi answered when asked why and why again. So many questions So few answers Why…the Romans, the Greeks, the Syrians Why and why again Why…the Egyptians the Inquisition, the Germans The world against us ‘Why’? What to say the Rabbi thought To bring a little peace A little peace at [...] Once… I was witness to a crime. A crime perpetrated by a Mother Upon her children In the name of justice. Feelings… She couldn’t deal with She tossed aside Like laundry thrown in hampers Used, dreary, dingy… Dumped them instead On her children So they could bleed for her. There’s no strength In [...] Shadows follow me, from graves at the farm In Uzbekistan to the snow covered soil of Germany And the sun dried deserts of Arizona. The cossack sits on the tractor that turns the plow Turns the earth over and over Turning… The bones of my dead baby boy… The bones of my dead parents… [...] He was part pirate Benny, Sara, Nusha Part protector, all black marketeer Observant, deceptive, courageous And in this life, he might have been A CIA agent, a CEO, or Sean Connery In Gold Finger But it was then, and that was that Choices none, so… He wooed them – Nusha and Raia With potatoes [...] *1 July 2010 - “Tell Them” is being published at http://voxpoetica.com/todayswords.html. Thank you Annmarie Lockhart. Tell the mother dolphin your reasons Gulf of Mexico oil spill 2010 When your spewing oil drowns her baby As she watches him die slowly, gasping for air And she dies of a broken heart soon after watching her baby [...] Because they saw a sky of Wedgwood blue Grass burned brown, Flowers flat upon the ground With tread marks left by tanks, and soldiers’ trucks…
Rainbows covering a molten sky With colors never seen before that [...] He is sick now Just like she dictated everyday, And at forty-seven He looks eighty. He tries to care To get by Like the rest of us But schizophrenia gets in his way. Leftover from a childhood He sometimes puts aside. Sometimes… But hardly ever forgets.
And I remember standing In the corner [...]
The scariest place I’ve ever been Was the corner of the kitchen Next to an old stove With chunks of porcelain missing At 2:00 am when I was eight And too little to stop my [...] Speak them loud intentionally With heart, with soul, with tears Attached… Write them in notebooks Carve them in a tree Lovingly… Joyfully with fingers in the sand Declaring… Say them in languages at the equator At the Antarctic South and north, east and west But say what you mean And mean what you say Tell [...] “Auschwitz Railroad” ©2002 by Joshua Liberman
“Auschwitz Fence” ©2002 by Joshua Liberman
*Joshua’s four Grandparents (three from Poland and one from Romania) were Holocaust survivors. He was fortunate to know and spend time with all of them. [...] Watching © by Joshua Liberman – The Tao of Photography A tiny frightened child stands At the bottom of a hill Watching… As the train roars by Through the tall pine trees Wondering where it goes. Does it take you far away? To someplace warm, peaceful A place where there is space to [...] |
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