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April 29th Poems


April 29th, 2022 Poems

On the home stretch. Here are my poems for April 29 .  Links to my previous April poems follow:

April 28, 2022 Poems

April 26th and April 27th, 2022 Poems

April 23rd, April 24th and April 25th, 2022 Poems

April 23 and April 24, 2022 Poems

April 22, 2022 Poems

April 21, 2022 Poems

April 18 to April 20, 2022 Poems

April 16 and 17, 2022 Poems

April 14 to April 15, 2022 Poems

April 9-11, 2022 Poems

April 8, 2022 Poems

April 12 to April 13, 2022 Poems

April 6th, 2022 Poems

April 5 2022, Poems

April 4th 2022, Poems

2022 April Poetry Madness April 1 to 3 poems

Poetry Superhighway Yom Hashoah

Yom HaShoah

Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in

Holocaust Remembrance in The Trump Era

Holocaust Remembrance in the Biden Era

Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC

April 23, 2022

Sam Adams
Had never been
To the Holocaust Museum,

Despite the fact
He had lived
And worked in DC for decades



One day after he retired
He said to himself
It was long past time
To finally see the holocaust museum.

He went the week
After Charleston,
When the mob had chanted,
Jews will not replace us.

The museum affected him deeply
He had just confirmed
Through DNA

That he had at least 10 percent
Jewish ancestry
Among the 18 other nationalities
Swirling among these bloodlines.

Sam Adams was concerned
Those elements of antisemitism
Were emerging among
The MAGA crowd.

But he dismissed
The fears that Trump
Was another Hitler
As liberal hyperbole.

It could not happen here
A new holocaust
Would never happen
But now he was not so sure.

Holocaust Remembrance in The Trump Era


While touring the Holocaust Museum
For the first time in his life,
Sam Adams




Encountered three young white MAGA boys.
Wearing Red hats and making
Sexually suggestive jokes About Jewish women
While they were touring the Holocaust.

One wondered if the Nazi guards
Were given an opportunity
To have sex with Jewish women
Before they were killed

Sam Adams was very angry
And wanted to confront the MAGA boys.
But finally decided what the hell

It probably would not
Make a difference,

They might think
that he was just
An old Jewish man.
And dismiss his complaints.

The Holocaust Museum
Moved him deeply
Because he had just confirmed
Via DNA testing
That he indeed was part Jewish.
Maybe 10%.

He wondered what happened
To his Jewish Cousins
He didn’t even know he had.

And he vowed to himself.
That he would do
All he could to make sure
The world would
Never see another Holocaust.

Holocaust Remembrance in the Biden Era


Sam Adams thought naively
That when Biden was elected






That the US had turned a corner.
The Trump-inspired
Anti-Semitism, discrimination,
Fear, hatred, and xenophobia

Would gradually
As a dark memory

And that Americans
Would regain a sense of compassion,
Decency, hope, and love

And a sense
That we are all in this together
As Americans.

Unfortunately, Sam thought
The MAGA Madness had not gone away,
Perhaps it was getting worse.

He was concerned that the recent
Anti-Asian violence could spread
Out of control.

And underlying
all that racism and xenophobia
Was anti-Semitism.

Sam thought
If Trump becomes president again,
There’s a strong possibility,

We could end up
with another Holocaust.
Perhaps this time targeted against
Asians, communists, blacks,

Coastal elites, democrats, Drug users,
foreigners, Hispanics, Gays,
Mexicans, Muslims, and socialists

Of course, Jewish people
Would eventually
be rounded up.

Underlying all racism
Lies a deep vein
Of anti-Semitism

Sam Adams felt depressed.
Realizing the Magna Madness
Was not over.

And another holocaust
Another final solution
Could emerge

As America embraced
American Style fascism
Under a resurgent Trump
Or his successor demagogue

Holocaust Remembrance Day (Yom Hashoah) is next Thursday, April 28th. Poetry Superhighway is looking for submissions of poetry written in response to the Holocaust for our 24th annual Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue. (To be published on Saturday.) The deadline is this Thursday, April 21st at noon (pacific) See the guidelines and submit your work


Holocaust Remembrance Day (Yom Hashoah) is Thursday, April 28th. We’re looking for submissions of poetry written in response to the Holocaust for our 24th annual Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue.

Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) was this past Thursday, April 12th.

I am one of the 77 poets chosen. I was inspired to write by the DNA confirmation that I am indeed part Jewish.

Friday Day 29:

NaPoWriMo Prompt

Cosmos’s Gifts and Curses

I was born prematurely
And living in an oxygen tent

The doctors said
I might be blind, deaf,
And mentally slow

I ended up half-blind
¼ deaf
With a mild learning disability.

But genius-level reading
And comprehension

I was reading at the 16th-grade level
In the 6th grade!

And very fast at test
Very fast reading skills
Always first to finish tests.

But a bit autistic
And perhaps a bit ADD
Certainly my learning disability
Led me to be a horrid speller
Horrid at math
And deficient in some social skills

I had all the childhood diseases
Almost died at ages 3, 4 and 5
Cheated death 22 times

But somehow I survived.
Never learned to drive
Due to my bad vision

Which also kept me from joining
The military.

Wanted to be a composer
Or a writer

Ended up somehow
Becoming first a teacher
Then a foreign service officer.

And finally, now I am a writer
Thinking back

I am amazed at all
That I have accomplished.

BA degree

Speak three foreign languages
Peace Corps volunteer
ESL college instructor
State Department Foreign Service officer
Real estate and stock market investor

And most importantly
Still married
To the lady of my dreams.

When perhaps I should
Have never amounted
To very much
As my two siblings
felt Would happen to me.

Adding it all up
I think my blessings
Outweigh the curses
I had at birth.

And here’s our prompt (optional, as always). In certain versions of the classic fairytale Sleeping Beauty, various fairies or witches are invited to a princess’s christening and bring her gifts. One fairy/witch, however, is not invited, and in revenge for the insult, lays a curse on the princess. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration.

Gateways to Hell Dew Drop Inn

There are gateways
To other worlds
Including the secret gateways
To Hell.


Hidden in plain sight
All over the world
If you know where to look.

To find them
You need a guidebook
To the other world.

The Necromicron
is one such guidebook
Written a thousand years ago,

It was recently updated.
On 06/06/06.

It lists most
But all of the secret passageways
To Hell and other dimensions.

The gateways to Hell
Are always found in bad neighborhoods
The kinds of places the police
Fear to enter.

For once a month
For 48 hours
On the full moon nights,

Demons are given a pass
To raise hell on earth,

Running amuck, wreaking havoc
And pour out into
These human “Hell holes”
Gateway cities.

Many are obvious
One such location
Is in Bangkok
Beneath the Cosmos Bar
In Soi Cowboy.

Another is in Karachi,
Another is LA’s Compton hood,
Another in Londonistan.

Another in Lagos
Another in Mumbai
Another is in Kingstown, Jamaica.
another in SF’s Tenderloin.

The easiest to find though
Is beneath Hell’s Kitchen
At the Chelsea Subway stop,
In the lower east side of NYC.

Underneath entryway six
If you walk 66 paces
And chat the right words
Six times.

The gateway opens
And you will be
In Hell’s subway system.

They are six lines
Which follows the ancient
River paths along the banks
Of Acheron, Cocytus, Lethe,
Phlegethon, and Styx.

And a cross-Hell line
All lines pass-through
Hell Grand Central Station.

Where Satan has his offices
At 666 Hell Station,
On the banks of the River Styx.

Next to Charon’s Ferry terminal.
666 Hell Station has a secret elevator
To 666 Park Avenue, NYC
Where Satan has his earthly offices.

But be forewarned
Few humans have ever
Gone to Hell.
And returned alive
To the sunlit world.

April 29—Directions—Tell Us How To Get Somewhere (A Real “Destination” That Might Or Might Not Be A Real Place, Or Might Be An Emotional Place, Etc.)

Secrets We Will Take to Our Graves PSH prompt

I grew up
In a world of secrets
My mother and father
Had a lot of secrets

That they never told
Their children
Taking their secrets to the grave.

Then I entered a world
Of professional secrets
For 27 years
I was a foreign service officer
With a top-secret clearance.

And I knew a lot of secret stuff
Came upon a lot of secrets

But never saw any aliens
Never believed
In the alien conspiracy theories.

The US government may be many things
But in the end some semblance of truth
Emerges from the swamp of lies, deceit,
Political intrigue and secrets

And my wife being a MI officer
Had a lot of secrets
Many of these secrets
I will carry it to my grave.

This poetry writing prompt submitted by Suzi Kaplan Olmsted:

Tell me the secrets you don’t even let yourself know.

Writer’s digest

The Last War

The Russian invasion of Ukraine
Ended with the defeat of Russia
And worldwide recognition
That the era of war between countries
Must come to an end.

And so countries around the world
And people came together
Demanding an end to war
And a real-world government.

The world’s militaries
And military-industrial complex
Pushed back against the worldwide peace movement

Saying that it was unrealistic, socialist, communist
Left-wing propaganda.

Countries still needed military defenses
Against each other and terrorist groups
and against possible alien invasions.

They did not want to give up power
Influence and money
Profits and greed

Saying that war and violence
Will never go away.
The people demanded peace
In the end the world leaders
Were forced to agree.

The constant wars
that have bedeviled humanity
Finally ended

Ukraine became
known forever
As the last war.

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “The Last Word,” “The Last Dance,” “The Last Poem,” and/or “The Last Time Was Better.” Just remember that this isn’t the last prompt; that’s tomorrow.

Sam Adams Master Alchemist Local Gem

Sam Adams
Was an occult researcher
For the Cosmos Institute
In Berkeley, California.

One day he re-discovered
The ancient mysterious ability
Of alchemists.

He was able to turn lead
Into Gold
And coal into diamonds.

He soon became a wealthy man
Until there was too much gold
On the market.

And the value of gold
Dropped to pennies on the dollar.

Sam Adams lost millions
Of dollars as gold
Was simply not worth
Much anymore.

And diamonds
Were also a dime
A dozen.

The old powers that be
Blamed old Sam Adams
For the worldwide depression
That soon occurred.

He was assassinated
By an unemployed gold merchant
Outside his house.

Sam Adams and the Secret Monastery All Poetry

secret castle

Sam Adams
Was an occult researcher
For the Cosmos Institute
666 Shattuck Avenue
In Berkeley, California.

He was on a quest
To find secret entrances
To other worlds.



One day
He found a reference
In the Necromicron.

To a hidden monastery
Located in a hidden valley
Hidden in the Ural Mountains.

To get to the monastery
You had to enter a cave
Then dive through a waterfall
And climb up a Clift.

Tigers and wolves
Prowl about.
And hostile half-human creatures
Hunted down the few trespassers.

But if you uttered the right password,
They will let you into the monastery.

Sam Adams and a small team
Finally located the monastery
And managed to fend off
The tigers, wolves
And half human-half alien creatures.

They entered the temple
An old monk greeted them
Said he was the guardian
Of the sacred gateways.

He knew of their mission
And he was prepared
to help them.
But he warned

Be careful what you wish for
The gateways are tricky
They play with your mind.

And you may or may not
Come back in the same way
The guardians you encountered

On the way here
Were once like you

When they came back
Well they were no longer
Entirely human

And I came from another place
But cannot go back
So I am here guarding

The gateways
Until the builders
Come back

And re-open the gateways.
Are you prepared?

Good I will open the gate
After we eat
As hospitality dictates.

He bought out
A delightful feast
And when they were finished.

They came into the gateway
And they jumped through the gate
Never to be seen again.

 the End 

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