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Dedicated to My Father "The Man" revised Caution still, it's a long one

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HelmutB
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0 posted 01-27-2000 09:57 PM       View Profile for HelmutB   Email HelmutB   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit HelmutB's Home Page   View IP for HelmutB

Thank you "Tori" for helping me out with this for me so important piece.

The man

He was born when times were hard
He always had to be on guard
A child, he never could be
Too much sadness in his destiny
No room for amusement, or childhood fantasy
He was forced to face bitter reality
Man in brown robes came one day
And took his heart away
There was nothing he could do or say
“Too young” to know right from wrong
He did not know where to belong?
Those devils had easy fight
With just a child in their sight
They gave him false hope with empty pride
As he went along on their foolish ride
They gave him uniform and a song
Teaching a child how to be strong
Trained him with all the drill
Took away a child’s will
As they tutored him how to kill
Masterminds of Hades, mesmerized his own will
The rifle was his only mate, his destiny to kill
His mind was his only lock, to block away the fears
Was he ever close to haven’s gate, in these tender years?
Before he knew the truth, so many had to die
Will we ever know the reason why?
The place that they called home
Turned on them and in the end, let them suffer still alone
A soldier he became, yet to many, just a shame

At fourteen years in thirty-nine
Way to young for medals or a final shrine
Fighting for the wrong ideal
As six years later, the truth would reveal
Three rounds found his hide
No one there to hold his pride
Again, he tucked it deep inside
Lying in the street short of breath
Bleeding slowly there to death
Russian soldiers walking by carrying their gun
He didn’t know his ordeal had just begun
The people that teach him how to kill
For them, he would pay the final bill
Hardly eight-teen years of age
All hope gone and left in rage
A young life shattered by bullets in his back
Shooting pain up in his neck
Like knifes the bullets hit
One kidney gone the other split
Left with fear that he would die
In many hours that had gone by
Found by medics, who saved his life
Yet, his soul went on in pain and strife
Only to be thrown into prison for a crime
To fight for his country, now, not worth a dime
Five long years of POW toil
Down in France on enemy soil
Blackened each day his weary soul
Underground to bring out the coal
Behind bars that he did not see
Always wondering when he would be free

They let him go in forty-eight
For his family and his home it was too late
No way to return to his mothers eastern home
Westward bound he would roam
The war had torn his home away
There was no reason for him to stay
Brother, sister, mom and dad
Lost for certain behind the Mighty Iron Curtain
My mother was the only one he knew
Life still uncertain and askew
All he knew of life was a dark hole
that captivated his very soul
And how to toil the dark black coal
With bear hands through tunnels narrower than man
He did not know any different then
Never knowing how to be a child
Not even for a little while
The man in brown, they took his smile
Twenty-two years had gone by
Still hunted by the question why
A man he was, who learned to fight
Yet a child in the dark of night
Build with broken dreams he had
A life in hopes, he’d never be sad

Married then in fifty-one
A child was born, his first a son
Two followed, of which I was third
His first, he died before he could utter his first word
Again, life struck him oh so hard
He begun to crumble, down fell his guard
His armor broke and so his soul
Black was his heart, black as the coal
Day in and out he went to toil
Not missing one day digging the soil
Hard on him self and at his kin
Often in range shattering our skin
Nothing left of gentle touch
How could I say, “I love him so much”
His life he gave to a lie so grim
Alcohol would make his pain grow dim
In drunken escapades he fell out of all control
As the Devil likes a well drenched soul
Some days he was running mad
Made his wife and sons so sad
Hugs and love was never heard or known
He lost the touch before he’d grown
He drove away his sons with fear
Only to reach out for another beer

Then at the age of sixty-one
His final ordeal had come
His lungs black like the soil he toiled for years
Short of his final goal lost in fears
His stomach gone, and liver too
He wend to die without taboo
That history had born him too
Though, the Doctors tried to save
Nobody was on his side to wave
He told a lie, his last sin, He said
“I don’t have a next of kin”
He left us all behind to grieve
He died like soldiers drawn in siege
Three bullets and a dead soldiers song
It’s all what’s left to linger on

I cannot remember if I ever felt pain or morn
I cannot remember if he ever said, “I love you son”
I cannot remember a gentle touch
I didn’t want to like this man so much
Who had not for me a tender touch
I didn’t want to grieve inside
With such coldness when he died
But now that time has me by
I don’t try to explain or wonder why
I just know out on the battlefield of a war so shamed
Something of me went up in flames
Was the best this man could give?
His hope…unlike him, we could live

I now know, I never understood that “Man”
That old and angry man, …who was my father.
Still something inside of me had died
When he never recovered his dignity and sense of pride
I did never understood his fight
Yet I loved my father no matter what was his plight



 The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.  





[This message has been edited by HelmutB (edited 01-29-2000).]
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Corinne
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1 posted 01-27-2000 10:05 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Wow!  I'm speechless, and that don't happen often!

Very touching and poignant tribute to your father!

Corinne
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2 posted 01-27-2000 10:48 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Helmut, this is a masterpiece of writing. Such a sad story of an unfortunate man. Robbed of his childhood, used and then abandoned by his country, what a painful life your father lived. Other events grabbed the headlines but the story of your father, and countless others like him, are tragedies of equal importance. It took a lot of courage to write this. You have my full admiration.
Nan
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3 posted 01-27-2000 11:22 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Helmut...
Mein Vater ist siebzig fünf, und er ist viel wie ihr Vater. Ich sehe ihn in ihrem Gedicht. Danke...

Funny I visited your website tonight too...

btw... Mein Vater ist "fluent" auf Deutsch...
I'm not.....
hoot_owl_rn
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4 posted 01-27-2000 11:32 PM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

What an excellent tale my friend. This is one that needs passed on down the generations and kept as part of the family history
HelmutB
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5 posted 01-28-2000 06:40 AM       View Profile for HelmutB   Email HelmutB   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit HelmutB's Home Page   View IP for HelmutB

Corinne
Thank you Corinne the "wow" made ne feel so good

Balladeer
Thank you for your words.
You must know how much your words mean to me.
May this never be forgotten.

Nan
Thank you for you kind words, Your German is very good. Send my regards to your Father and god bless him as well as you.

hoot_owl_rn
Thank you dearest. Thank you for the hint to keep the poem, I shall get it framed when it is all done, still doing final touches.

 The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.

suthern
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6 posted 01-28-2000 07:22 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

We so often look at the politics of a nation and overlook the tragedies of individual lives. Your poem is heartbreaking, Helmut... and a great tribute to your father. He might have had his youth and his dreams and even his ability to show love taken away... but his son's loving heart shines through.
Marge Tindal
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7 posted 01-28-2000 07:27 AM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Helmut, my friend-
This is such an awesome walk
through life wearing the shoes
of another.

Brings me to tears to remember
what truly happened in the
killing fields of history.

Love, you have 'gathered'
much  compassion in this piece.  
What a wonderful tribute to your father
and a testament to the size of your heart.

God bless your memories, Helmut Becker.
~*Marge*~


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RainbowGirl
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8 posted 01-28-2000 09:48 AM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

Helmut: Big HUGS

 Feed your dreams with love...
HelmutB
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9 posted 01-28-2000 04:07 PM       View Profile for HelmutB   Email HelmutB   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit HelmutB's Home Page   View IP for HelmutB

suthern
Your words have lifted me, Thank you so much for you kind words.

Marge
You have always nice and heart felt words to say, Thank you dear, don't let anybody tell you different.

RainbowGirl
Your reply so short but very powerfull, Thank you I take the big hug. I needed one.




 The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.

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