Best Adolph Poems


You

I stared into the mirror today.
I saw you -
a needled zealot
hovering around my left shoulder;
Adolph Hitler dressed in 
opium-perfumed swatches.

You smelled like her.
You acted like him.
You looked like me.
Swastika tall and evenly abhorrent.
Syringe-insured yet,
never sharp enough to 
successfully stab 
outside the 50-point cork.

You slithered like a quadroplegic, 
into my stratum.
Pointing and probing
a crooked finger -
never healing 
the martyr's wound.

A broken grimace leaves me
ugly flesh to ponder.
Your tentacles:
toothless cleavers eclipse
black-dilated pupils, 
servicing our
boomeranged arms
with dingoed malice -
peppermint leaves and peroxide boil
as the living corpse cackles.

Mussolini removed 
thirteen quieted quills 
from his heart
shortly before the noose was tied.
Into square knots.
Into napkin pleats.
Into a poet's silence - where
our self-induced stupor 
was dragged upon 
spiked cobblestones -

and for that,
my dear Stalin beauty;
I sew my spit into
vile words -
dribbling purposely
upon this diseased
cotton-swabbed
canvas
for you
and I

to clean.
© John Heck  Create an image from this poem.

Infidel

Ah yes, dear friends
You have earned it
You deserve it...

Martyrs for the cause
a most WORTHY cause
which includes beheadings
(They had it coming) 
burning people alive
(They had it coming)
killing children
(They had it coming)

Un-believers!
Filthy Infidels!
Destroy them all!!
Most especially:
The Great Satan
and their buddies
those Kyke-Heeb Jews

Small matter that:
You no longer DIE 
for your Holy War
Small matter that:
You now instruct 
OTHERS to die
for your Holy War
(We DARE not day forced)

And now there’s this matter
of your ascent to heaven
EVERYONE has been kicked out
God and Jesus too of course
(Replaced by ‘your’ Allah)

And how about those VIRGINS?
72 await each of you
Wow, that’s a lot of virgins
(You sure there’s that many left?)
Let’s say ten million of you qualify
Ten million times...Let’s see
Oh well, ‘your’ Allah will figure it out

Wait! Silly me! I forgot...
Girls, really young girls!
Maybe ages six to twelve?
That covers a lot of ground
Some of them would be Infidels
but I quibble here...

ANOTHER thing I forgot!
One historic, holy Martyr
should be waiting to welcome you
None other than Saint Adolph
(I forget his last name)
Didn’t he kill Kikes too?
I heard it was ten million
You guys got a lot of work to do
but I'm sure you will surpass that
when you topple The Great Satan...

And those PEACEFUL Muslims!
What's up with them? Wow...
OKAY fellas! Sign me up
I want to go to heaven too

Ah yes dear friends
You have earned it
You deserve it
You deserve everything
you get...

9/12/2015
Charlotte’s contest

Premium Member Dedicated To Donald Trump

Dedicated to Donald Duck


You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables

Kellyanne Conway
   She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark Burns the fraud and con artist
Ben Carson, the brain surgeon who lost his own brain
Now that’s totally insane
Bechir Assad
Kim Jong-un
Dennis Rodmam, Kim Dongs boyfriend
Gene Simmons, Kiss my ass
Zoltan Bathory, stop the drugs man
Loretta Lynn a hick with redneck whims
Bruce Willis is an actor and a racist with no car(e)
Jessica Simpson is blonde and maybe Trump hasnt grabbed her kitten
Sylvester Stallone will soon be all alone
Unless Donald is gay then a bromance is etched in stone
Illusions of self grandeur
Fantasies of men born to slander
Trump is a sleaze and con and a fraud
If you buy in, you’re a chump and a sod

Stop and think, stop the drink
You have choices and diverse options
Build bridges not walls
In the end, together we shall all stand tall
Maybe not, then too late, we shall atomically fall




A narcissist and psycho of that it’s for sure
He takes charitable deductions claiming he is pure
As he evicts the poor and mentally challenged
Who voted for him while being tossed out the door



Notes: With rights come responsibilities, although this is always a balance it seems we as a society are very concerned with out rights and much less with out responsibilities. I encourage anyone who truly cares to go and find a book called “Berlin Diary 1934-1941” and read it. First it’s a personal account of the times, and any book that covers humanity and day to day life for me carries a more humanistic weight to the story, however the main point is this. Hitler said and acted very much in the same way Donald Trump does today. That educated men stand behind Trump as well as many uneducated ones, is sad, they are more concerned with their own careers than doing the right thing. Of note, The Bushes seem to have long before it was popular, distance themselves from Trump.


The Evils of War

Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter

Then they go to school 
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one

Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power

Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend

Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity

Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies

I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way

Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function

Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi

North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere

The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass

Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem 
I can’t help it but shed a tear

Failure

I am not a player
But a hunter 
penetrating your soul like an American vampire sucking your blood, am no Adolph Hitler
destroying a civilization
creating the Aryan nation. 
I’m not like the bomb in Hiroshima 
but my words are nuclear 
destroying your devilish philosophy,
I don’t eat no spaghetti 
‘cause me no Benito Mussolini;
I am
animal
cannibal 
just like Idyanimal Dada
using my words to trap you.
Call me whatever! 
Cause you don’t know me 
but
I know you
cause
me no the poet 
but 
the poem made by the sound of hand grenades
creating painful melodies 
chanting 
Uhuru Africa!

Adolph Hitler-- Clerihew 2

Adolph Hitler,
that old unruly tiger,
crawled and begged a Jew at heaven's gate,
the Jew unmercifully replied, "Sorry! too late"









24th Sept, '12


Holocaust At the Time

Murder of six million Jews
Murder through holocaust
Holocaust as foretold
Holocaust in scripture
Scripture Daniel 8:23-26
Scripture for the vision
Vision from an angel concerned
Vision in the distant future
Future came to an end
Future on Nazi regime
Regime of Jewish problems
Regime of Adolph Hitler
Hitler on “Final Solution”
Hitler operated death camps
Camps of extermination
Camps to carry out execution
Execution of Jewish people
Execution as genocide
Genocide as holocaust
Genocide as catastrophe
Catastrophe in 1942
Catastrophe as persecution
Persecution as state-sponsored
Persecution being systematic
Systematic executions
Systematic coordination
Coordination as finality
Coordination for solution
Solution to the problem
Solution to end the war
War on Soviet prisoners
War on Nazi tyranny
Tyranny with collaborators
Tyranny of Germany
Germany on World War II
Germany as part of history 
History of death marchers
History of no resistance
Resistance due to uprising
Resistance led to futility
Futility being helpless
Futility as a result of evilness
Evilness defeated prosperity
Evilness destroyed humanity
Humanity over troubled souls
Humanity at the time
Time to reflect
Time to pray for human race
Human race…
Reflect…


10.15.16

"The Holocaust"
for Jamie Pan's
"War and Heroism"
Poetry Contest

Premium Member Happy 105th Birthday, Dad

My dad, born today, the 17th of February
   bucked fate head-on, courageous and daring

Raised in a home on a block so poor
   he swam upstream, de rigeur

In 1926, all his teeth fell out
   lack of fluoridation won that bout

In 1929, young brother Sidney died of malnutrition
   the family couldn't afford to see a physician

In '33, he chucked religion, came to Chicago on a mission
   to look for a job midst the Great Depression

His family had gambled on their decision
   that my father Maury's iron-willed ambition

Would see brother Herman through dental school
   which my dad would pay for, as a hard-working fool

And so he did (!) and so it went, 'till my father Maury was
   sent overseas, B.A. in hand, to fight Adolph Hitler in a foreign land

When he returned, he earned himself a law degree
   married his sweetheart Maxine with two pennies

or three to his name, he toiled at his law firm's bottom
   'till he saved so much money that a ranch house he got him

in Highland Park, Illinois in a subdivision on a tree-lined street
   my dad's rags-to-relative-riches story, a Horatio Alger throwback treat

The Power of Love

Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation 
upon which life itself is built

Love leads 
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself

Throughout the ages
the power of Love 
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell

Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader 
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War

Love is a potent force 
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love 
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare

There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more

Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things 
they once believed impossible

Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche 
in society
and goes out to endure 
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals

History is filled with leaders
who tried to build 
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler

And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago 
and today it covers
the face of the earth

Premium Member Waterloo

Partir c'est mourir un peu..

Att skiljas är att dö en smula.
Av barn, fyllon och dårar får man höra sanningen.
Det är bäst att bita i det sura äpplet.
Den dagen, den sorgen.


The Story Begins

I remember long ago of night time kisses
Full of desire and apprehension, that you would disperse
You proclaimed your love, into my ear
I slept alone, the brisk cold hiding my fear

I would talk of dreams and foreign places
You begged me to go on and fulfill your dreams
Grand Manier nights , sad morning rays
Long gone was my love with golden hair

Daniel was not her lover
Under starry nights she held him close
I was nothing more than a friendly stranger
That he adored, and the son I never had

St Adolph would be my tormentor
On horses we rode in blankets of snow
Towards our destinies apart
Our fireplace of passion, we soon would depart

Like the brothers of Seville
I too was caught between two worlds
She would leave my heart in the cold of the rivers edge
From this day I became one of the walking dead

Premium Member Captain America Vs Adolph Hitler

 
1941, Captain America and his sidekick Bucky
         are tied to events of the WW II era
with many victories over the Third Reich
                all very daring and dangerous . . . 
but Captain America in a "Nazi" punching rage
     actually punching out Adolph Hitler
that became Marvel Comics most iconic moment
               and controversial too  ...
because Adolph Hitler was still alive at the time
   it would be like punching out Vladimir Putin today
                 would that not be grand to see  . . . 
oh, that Hitler punch  . . .  a moment still echoing to this day
  though, some say that it was a bit brutal 
                           for the peaceful and wholesome
Captain America image. . . .but, I say go for it Captain 

_____________________
June 19, 2022


Poetry/Free Verse/Captain America VS Adolph Hitler
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1466-696-19
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France


Written for the Premier contest, Captain America Friend and Foes
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 07/05/2022

First Place

Starring Tonight

What a superb line-up for you tonight ladies and Gentlemen
For your entertainment and delictation tonight 

There’s kind old Adolph with Mien Kampf
Monsieur Adam Smith presents The Wealth of Nations

Joseph Smith speaking guided in Reformed Egyptian 
Presenting Jesus he cannot write but lets go plenty who can

L Ron Hubbard Dianetics: The modern science of mental health
Bearded wise Karl Marx presents Das Capital

Another Beard! Yes it’s old favourite God with the Bible Old and New
Oh and here we go! The Lovely Mohammed with the Koran

Enjoy!
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The World Watched, Petrified

Adolph Hitler was born into pain
All he knew was disdain
However, others born of the same fate
Made a choice - the narrow gate
They searched long and hard for the light
Found the source which gave them sight
Blinded by hate, Hitler refused to see
So darkness would not let him be
His mind became warped
And in his heart so dark
A sea of anger grew
Churning the rage he brewed
As he envied the others’ gifts
Spending sleepless nights plotting a rift
Had this genuine gift for gab
Laying low, he hid in a patriot’s garb

While his influence spread
Many citizens began to dread
As his hatred took shape
Dark clouds hung like drapes
Over a country on the rise 
Only to fall and die
With rhetoric he mesmerized
Beguiling millions, desensitized
Deception his major game plan
That very few could withstand
Countless followed him blindly
Most laid back supinely
Eyes closed to the monstrosity
Seized in his grip of insanity
Three million perished in genocide
When malice and hate did coincide
Dastardly deeds some ratified
While the world in unbelief watched, petrified!

Note:  Inspired by a documentary on Hitler's rise to power

Premium Member Adolph Coors 600th Poem

Adolph Coors
brewed something everybody pours.
He started a brewery in Golden, Colorado.
His legendary beer was a product so many people got to know.

Mien Kampf

Starring Tonight 


What a superb line-up for you tonight ladies and gentlemen
for your entertainment and delectation 

Here is kind old Adolph with Mien Kampf
monsieur Adam Smith presents The Wealth of Nations

L Ron Hubbard Dianetics The modern science of mental health
bearded the wise Karl Marx presents Das Capital

Another beard! Yes it’s old favourite God with the Bible Old and New
Jesus what such there a promise - lets go !
and here we go! The Lovely Mohammed with the Koran
No act to follow   !

Enjoy!
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.

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