Shadows of Nuremberg, by Terrence Sykes

longing to return upon
gentle waters of the Pegnitz
skip stones shore to shore
my voice zealously silenced
words exiled into isolation
where no one even spoke
my language of dissent


One, by Terrence Sykes

Go & build
a strengthening  altar
of your evolving faith
Upon its sacred
boughs & branches
fruits of your labors
Share with those who hunger
shelter those along
their own path of life
It is amongst others’ differences
experiences & prospectives
that grows our own tabernacle

Transmigrant Sequence, by Terrence Sykes

hunger awoke me
at the border
but I still remember
when the whole world
lay just outside of
that old wooden
screen door

depths of my soles
show soul’s remnants
of footprints
In foreign soils
hastily walked upon

mapping migratory patterns
of those suffering from
remittent soul syndrome
flight from the past
latitude & longitude
diary of memories
with each step
that was mistaken

silent hauntings
echo & adverb
chancing & changing
tense & reverbs
at a memory’s notice


what consequences arise
when sanctuary is
sequenced amongst
unleavened faith
along the uncertain
fragile shores
of crossing


star  revelations
beneath the vast broken sky
chaotic cosmos


eons ago
a mighty ancient sea
ravaged & raged
saline flats
eels flourished
amongst reeds
eons of erosion
today I stand here
when my body
is bound &
laid below
what future ocean
shall brine my bones

CDC VILLAIN- ELLE by Terrence Sykes

All these self righteous hypocrites still linger
Rolled up like a fetus innocent pretense
Want to give them all the middle finger

Shock and awe as our rights dismember
We all know the master mind is surely Pence
All these self righteous hypocrites still linger

Where is a voodoo woman to conjure
Ignorant politicians so stupid & dense
Want to give them all the middle finger

Grabbing tits & ass with an entitlement finger
Vulnerable vaginas are now regulated forth hence
All these self righteous hypocrites still linger

Agent Orange & his regime we shall always remember
Evidence based & science based words they mince
Want  to give them all the middle finger

Are you gay bi straight or transgender
We are all Americans who’s lives are now tense
All these self righteous hypocrites still linger
Want to give them all the middle finger

I am a Nazi by Terrence Sykes

I am a Nazi
I rise with white power
To surpass those
Different from me
I am a true American
I don’t like like Jews for  sure
My sister married a Yankee one
Live in a big house on Long Island
He has some big corporate job
She goes to temple &  raising them like Jews !
That guy I was friends with in high school
Found out he was gay
He helped me pass many a test
I dropped him like a hot potato
Guess he was trying to make a pass on me!
Didn’t have time to got to community college
Or even take time to try out trade school
Too busy obsessing over how oppressed I am
By the world outside that I don’t want to understand
And all the other white males like me
I sure don’t like Muslims either
They are almost blocking my Friday drive
Going to the 7-11 where they all work
To get my weekend  cigarettes & beer
Trying to get away from all these foreigners
The last straw was when that black family
Moved into the neighborhood last year
Bought the biggest nicest one
How dare they try to to act better than me
I decide then and there we must rise above!
Blaming others for your short comings is the easiest thing to do
If you were really a red bloodied American you’d be a Nazi too

Grappa e Vino / Grappa and Wine by Terrence Sykes

il colore d’acqua
senza colore
non può vederlo
ma molto forte
come Fe
e Dio  – senza finito

il colore del tramonto
sangue rosso colore
di Gesù’
dei mei paesani
come guerre
oh Dio – senza finito

the color of water
without color
unable to see it
but very strong
like faith
and God – without end

the color of the sunset
blood red color
of Jesus
of my countrymen
like war
oh God – without end

Cancion del Abolengo / Song of Lineage by Terrence Sykes

soy mulato
de los colores
rojo blanco azul
de mi nuevo pais
maroon y verde
suelo y rocas
de mi pais natal
campos que atendia
sembrando nuevos suenos
negro y gris
mia alma magullada
rotos por otros porque
soy mulato

I am a mixture
of the colors
red white blue
of my new country
brown green
soil & rock
of my birth country
fields I tended
seeding my dreams
black gray
my bruised soul
broken by others because
I am a mixture

Partridge …..Elegy for WWI by Terrence Sykes

unmarked forgotten
unnamed forest
once merely
hills & vale
foreign fields
mizzle laden
seed buried
bullet blossomed
crimson within

partridge sings
ponderous songs
upon branches
juniper & yew
rabbit & badger
and I beneath
rest at their roots
all about & around
flourish comfrey & rue

This is not a Protest Poem by Terrence Sykes

Whiter than white
Their blood flows
Within my blood veins
In that pipeline
Upon their hands

If we build that great wall
Or the last taco stand
Will you return
Across the great waters
For you know not
What is sacred
Or merely profane

You took & you take
Make no mistake
You still make
Decisions depraved
Ancestral bones & souls
Rattle from graves
& the great beyond

The Last Tea by Terrence Sykes

Watch the door .. dear
you know it always slams
into my little room
I asked them to dress you
in your Sunday best
for our special tea today
yes we can dear.. extra sugar

I’ll make the tea dear
yes that is Tony Bennett on the record
remember when you first moved here
we cut the rug in the rec center every Saturday night
this time forgotten senior hell – I mean hall dear.. extra sugar

Time moves on doesn’t  it
Here dear.. it may be bitter
we swallowed enough bitter pills
husbands who passed scores ago
children who haven’t visited in almost a year
Oh we are not bitter are we dear.. extra sugar

My dear friend – I understand your babble
we have been friends that long
I forget too much these days
you have forgotten it all
you in your wheelchair
me with all these pains & aches that ..
oh dear … extra sugar

Are you comfy or cold dear
I’ll pull up the afghan we made together
I’ll turn over the album &play side two
why not just one more cup
more tea dear… extra sugar

Yes it is a very special type of tea
a very rare blend indeed
but it is for our very last tea
what kind of tea is it …
hemlock tea dear .. extra sugar

Guernica by Terrence Sykes

April 26 1937

( for Stephanie – Beekeeper )

dawn found me
by the fire
bitter coffee
stale bread
alone in my

mother tongue
my mother
was born here
as well as her
mother’s mother
mother mother

symphony of wings
beating of the hive
heart beat – heat
living creatures
morphed  into one
grand orchestration
sacred smoke

prideful of my honey
taste of ancient
ever divine
queen on her
royal  throne
grafting future

thoughts interrupted
stinging noises
winged predators
our lives

our hives aflame
drone moths
drove –  dove
fury & flames
merely workers
absconding swarm

when the enemy
from the gates
of the heavens
vanity & treasures
are forgotten

smoke & fire
burned three days
drove me into the cluster
until the attack ceased
what sins
we simple
people partook


devastation abound
upon my return
wearing a veil of tears
hives empty
house in ruins
enemy on terra firma
casting myself
into the unknown

along the Montseny
wild boar forage
arbutus flower
feral bees
dance drunken delight
in the land of
milk & honey

Dresden Concerto by Terrence Sykes

grave         allegro ma non molto       grave

This year is the 69th anniversary of the bombing of Dresden Germany – a cultural city destroyed by Allied Forces to merely show Stalin their might – since his troops were to occupy the city a few days later.  The number of people who lost their lives will never be known… I dedicate this creation & questioning to them . .. …   .and Antonio Vivaldi

dim dusty dusk
notes scattered across the Elbe
mist & fog shroud the clefs & cityscape
hindsight is taken
as truth – reality
not expectation

my soul & being
bombarded by forces allied
to take & destroy destiny
once meant for me
unwritten movements of chamber music
inside me & amongst the rubbled building walls

lost in a poetic lair
within the rhythms of instruments
seeking shelter & refuge
the port of call
closed & abandoned
yet wharfs laden

crossing the river of profane & profound
remains of the oldest bridge span holds my passage
perhaps I should wander to the Czech border
across what is left of Saxony & myself
burning memories & music
echoing upon silenced waters

where will dawn find me
crescendoing first words about the last ending
what hides in this restless city
the reorchestration of life
merely laden with smoke & shadows
a lost & forgotten symphony

Italian War Trilogy by Terrence Sykes

Italian war image

C’era una volta

C’era una volta
era una citta’
ma doppo i soldati
frammento – in rovina
C’era una volta
era un uomo
ma dopo la guerra
vuoto – una conchiglia – un guscio
Adesso si puo’
sentire – ascoltare i voci
l’eco lontano
C’era una volta


Once upon a time 

Once upon a time
there was a city
but after the soldiers
fragments – in ruins
Once upon a time
there was a man
but after the war
empty – a shell – a husk
Even now you are able
to hear – listen to the voices
the far echo
Once upon a time


Il macchiato

Ero un soldato
una guerra dentro me
da solo – perso
lontan lontano
notte a notte
il porto sepolto
nel buio
mi aspettava
attraverso il fiume nero
nel fondo della notte
mi chiamava il mio nome
il filglio d’Adamo


The marked one

I was a soldier
a war inside of me
alone – lost
far far away
night after night
the buried port
in the darkness
awaited me
across the black river
in the deep of night
it calls my name
son of Adam


Peso e senza peso

Nel fondo del porto sepolto
un fiume di sangue scorre
el profondo dei desiderosi
traggono nella gravita’
sono in dubbio e disperato
un viaggio che il diavolo ha disposto
I dolori – coisi forti
hanno fretta nel mare della disperazione
l’allegria dei naufraghi
sulla riva della terra straniera
parasdiso ed inferno ai suoi piedi
l’infinito ha nella sua vista
La tempesta e’ passata
nel cielo nero vedo la mezzaluna
tagliaa il mio curoe
in pezzi del mio corpo
nel silenzio della notte
sono arrivato nel porto sepolto


Weight & Weightless

Deep in the buried port
a river of blood runs
deep with desires
they are drawn to the gravity
they are in doubt & desperate
a voyage the devil had arranged
The grief – so strong
it had the urge to flow to the sea of desperation
the happiness of the shipwrecked
on the shore of a foreign land
heaven & hell at your feet
the infinite within your sight
The storm has passed
in the black sky I see a mezzaluna
it cuts at my heart
in pieces of my body
in the silence of the night
I have arrived at the buried port