Haiku About Oskar Schindler

September 21, 2015 at 7:15 pm (History, Poetry) (, , , , )

Haiku About Oskar Schindler

In an evil world
a good man does what he can
all make it to list

16 Comments

  1. Hyperion said,

    September 22, 2015 at 3:47 pm

    It doesn’t take a messiah to evoke a kindness that impacts the world. Oskar proved that.

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    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      September 22, 2015 at 4:20 pm

      After several thousands of years of trying to work together a synthesis of science, technology and sexual orgasm to produce a Messiah, the Black Dragon Society say to you, “Now you tell us.”

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      • Hyperion said,

        September 22, 2015 at 4:32 pm

        Oh the Messiah of the Black Dragons is the one to lead them to their final destiny to rule the world. No question about that, but he isn’t required to evoke kindness that matters to countless lives that came to fruition because their family survived the holocaust due to someone’s compassion and act of kindness. Anyone can do that if they have the courage to try. That leaves the Messiah free to do the heavy lifting of bringing consciousness and awareness to the Cybrids assembled in the basement of the Budweiser Brewery.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        September 22, 2015 at 4:41 pm

        Only to discover that alas! those damned otters have beaten them to it.

        Who would have thought that some damned bachelor party thrown together by some otter wanna-be Bacchus/Dionysus would have put such a wrench in their plans for world domination?

      • Hyperion said,

        September 22, 2015 at 4:59 pm

        Of course, nothing ever turns out as planned. It’s better to achieve world domination via YouTube or sex scandal than to labor for decades executing a fatally flawed plan. They didn’t think about the otter factor. Still, some of the Black Dragons managed to have an uproariously good time. 😀

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        September 22, 2015 at 5:14 pm

        And one of the Cybrids learned a whole bunch of new expletives to add to his vocabulary when Olivia’s father walked in and saw the proceedings. 😉

      • Hyperion said,

        September 22, 2015 at 5:16 pm

        Bwaa haaa haa! I’d pay good money to hear a Cybrid curse in otterspeak. 🙂

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        September 22, 2015 at 5:25 pm

        Hm. You’ve just given me the idea for a new YouTube video. 😉

        I wonder how much money I can make from it? 😀

      • Hyperion said,

        September 22, 2015 at 5:32 pm

        Only one way to find out. If you open up with Justin Beiber stuck between Kim Kardashian’s butt-cheeks making echoing sounds as he hollers, asking if anyone knows where the exit is, it’s bound to be a smash hit. Unless Kim farts during the close-up shot. That would be very politically incorrect. 🙂

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        September 22, 2015 at 5:37 pm

        I think Justin Bieber hollering between Kim Kardashian’s butt- cheeks would be exactly like what a Cybrid cursing in otterspeak would sound like.

      • Hyperion said,

        September 22, 2015 at 5:40 pm

        Especially the strange duck quacking sound at the end of the echo. I think you have a winner!

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        September 22, 2015 at 5:51 pm

        And the expression “Duck and cover!” as Kim Kardashian breaks wind.

        Something that all those 1950s Public Preparedness films they made for school children telling them what to do should an atomic bomb drop on the school never prepared anyone for. 😛

      • Hyperion said,

        September 22, 2015 at 6:05 pm

        Oh the memories. When I was a young private in the Army we trained to conduct war on a battlefield fraught with mushroom clouds erupting willy nilly among the ranks. We practiced our proper positioning relentlessly always mindful to tuck our rifles under our bodies so the barrel didn’t melt ruining our chances for precision spraying and praying. I often wondered about that and finally asked my sergeant why we bothered. If the barrel melted when exposed then surely we didn’t fair so well. The sergeant replied it was so someone could come by later and flip over the charcoal briquette and find a nice rifle to shoot in case theirs wasn’t doing so well. The other curious thing was we always practiced reacting to a mushroom cloud fifty meters to our front. My sergeant hated it when I flailed around and made sizzling bacon sounds. I suppose I too was politically incorrect. Finally, the oddest thing was when we tested our gas masks in a tear gas chamber. We would do all kinds of silly exercise in a cloud of tear gas to ensure our masks were properly put on, then we had to remove the mask and get a good whiff of gas which turned us into choking, slobbering, boogery buckets of whine. The odd thing was when we took off our masks, someone invariably always farted and ruined the ambiance. Egads! The things I suffered for fame and glory.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        September 22, 2015 at 10:29 pm

        ROTFL! 😀

        As you described your Army training experiences, a song that was heard in some early ’40s movies went through my mind- the song that went, “You’re now in the Army, Mr. Jones.”

  2. doesitevenmatter3 said,

    September 23, 2015 at 12:29 am

    Poignant haiku and tribute to an amazing man!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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