Best Ayatollah Poems
Higher learning in Iran we know
Is sometimes about long ago
Their school's short on praise
It's name starts a blame phrase
Which is ''Ayatollah U'' so!
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
Love & Hate
Hate never defeats hate
We shall therefore never hate
Nor hate the haters
Mans destiny is to be flawed
I am flawed
Very flawed
I cry out for peace
I feel the pain of every suffering child
yet
yet
yet
They say have no hate
Love thy enemy
So I must love
Love is the Lennon way
Give a peace of the bullet a chance
Love is dead
Imagine that
Never the less, I try
Flawed as I might be
So I love
As a lover should
I embrace my love in the wrapped shroud of peace
I kiss my love
I shall list my loves
I would love to see Trump die
I would love to see Hillary poked in the eye
I would live to see Saudi Arabia disappear
I would love to see Isis naked and suffering in fear
I would love to see Putin in a box
I would love to see the ayatollah eaten by a fox
I would love to see Erdogan receive his own medicine
Served by traitors as boiled venison
I would love to see assaulter's assaulted
Love is so great let’s love to death all Stalinist Trumps
By their evil deeds and greedy ways
Let’s send them bullets that say "loves the way"
I would love to amend the second amendment
But not before I shot all the NRA
For I believe in love and therefore they can not stay!!!
Now I lay me down to sleep,
While in the world the homeless weep.
I thank you for the food I ate,
As hungry children expirate.
My clothes all have that fashion flare;
Their price would cover doctor's care
For towns of people who all thirst
For water run to chill it first.
I thank you God that Ayatollah
I have not met, nor faced Ebola!
I surely have done something great
To live the capitalist fate!
I thank you also for my brain
A high IQ, and not insane.
For in this fractured, dirt poor earth
You made me of superior worth!
I do not kill, I do not steal
And God replied: You do not HEAL!
You do not give, you do not feed,
You do not meet your neighbor's need.
So, while you think this life is nice,
Remember long and hard the price!
Help you not the least of these
Eternal life will not you please
So go to sleep, and pray to wake
For tis not Me your soul will take.
A Golden Dawn is rising
the camera’s click the few,
the Greeks are out of options.
Immigration a convenient excuse.
Check your neighbour’s papers?
Jews have seen this before,
African skin is burning
and kristallnacht knocks
at victim’s door
Iran now plays with powerful dreams,
the prayers of ayatollah has a nuclear regime.
Syria drinks from wells of blood
As gunships harvest on freedom’s scream.
Israel is in therapy,
the Wailing Wall whispers
“Cut off the head of the vipers”
before your paradise is lost.
And all the while the Gaza strip burns,
for a Palestinian memory,
of Arabs who loved this land.
And far away the world rages on
New York is battered.
Nature is sending her message,
the dollar is not mightier than her
though the rich would disagree
and the poor of New Orleans cry
remember me?
The flight of destiny turns on China shore
pouring progress over peasant’s land.
The poison that kills her rivers of life
will return in prophecy of ying and yang.
Smog and contamination rolls in with profit
and a billion mouths will ask for more.
Over the border the mafia rule
a Russia of convenient communism
though everything is for sale
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy
or perhaps a steel works or two.
And what of mighty England
The nation grows old
Banking magicians have finished her off
Now you see the cash and now you don’t
So there’s nothing for you and a bonus for me.
The invisible hand will save this world
Pyramid selling of capitalism the plan.
Sell more tickets to tomorrow’s Armageddon,
more customers mean more wealth,
keep us breeding and the markets are up.
And should their scheme collapse,
there is always another war.
Idle hands can carry guns,
the dead will nourish these fields
and a computer will speculate the price of life
for life is a commodity,
which they have planned.
Foolish words of a dying race.
Easter Island the message
now planted in this western greed.
Our churches empty for aliens to ponder
Our bones to look over empty seas.
While the remnants of our gods look down
at the shadows of the dead
Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and world War 3
Can you guess what comes next?
Let’s roll the dice once more,
A double six and the other six is you.
Day one, and there has been ominous activity
here in Tehran at the American Embassy.
Scores of fanatics have been stirred into a frenzy
by the religious leader known as Ayatollah Khomeini.
We are in a considerable disadvantage
by this rabble who intends to hold all of us hostage.
Our immediate future has been shrouded in doubt.
We did not take the opportunity to get out.
This mob appears implacable while their intentions are not clear.
I only wish to know how long they will keep us here.
POET DESTROYER SLY LIKE A FOX
Perhaps the animal inside is an excuse
Or maybe a legitimate ruse -
Either way it is understandable
The reason for having an inner animal :
Deep inside the conscious and thinking woman you are,
Exist primal force and urges by far
Sinful to the eyes of many outsiders - aye
To bishop ayatollah or rabbi.
(Rabbi of course differs from rabbit
Or should I say delicious dinner which is my habit)
You explain your urges by hiding inside the animal,
Even though animals themselves don’t use this fable.
Refer for example to the virgin
Sturgeon, who needs no urgin’
Love, lust, dove , dust -
You’ll find that they all move, must -
Lurking in their breast is no inner human pal
Icily saying, “You have no right to be natural;
Keep your feelings and urges well controlled
Exactly like humans are usually told:
And if you’re lucky the inner human will
Fail and the animal you are, will prevail.” . . . .. .
Or maybe the human will win and say
X - rated urges are simply not acceptable today.
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Written for ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet - Contest Name : P.D's INNER ANIMAL
When 1953 began
Iran’s oil annexation plan
Meant seizing our stuff
But the CIA’s tough
And installed the Shah as he-man
Since Iran’s parliament was dead
And Muslims brutally bled
The people rebelled
But what came next spelled
By an ayatollah they’d be led
When exiled the Shah became sick
The U.S. was his treatment pick
The prick of this deal
Our embassy did feel
Where the hostage taking was quick
Iran ousted the Shah's tyranny,
backing a Muslim theocracy.
And hate crushed any hope of freedom,
for fear, demonized democracy.
Now, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei
touts faith with a political twist.
An old popinjay stuck in the past,
he rules the land with an iron fist.
Don't accept religious slavery,
shout "Allah O Akbar!" from your roof.
And never forget those who were killed;
executed for crimes without proof.
Moussavi wants to be President,
stoking rage in the youth of Iran.
Neda's death is his rallying cry,
calling for the rights of every man.
Marchers, led by courageous women,
helped turn a trickle into a flood.
And history will remember them
as martyrs, willing to spill their blood.
(Quatrain)
7/10/2018
ayatollah khomeini –
told people to –
incite a protest,
to go onto the roof tops
you know, nonviolent protest,
and scream um
god is great –
~ allah akbar
and to scream it only at night – -
- -
- so that –
when
people were
were listening
it would be like crickets - -
- the crickets at night,
and just hearing, and that feeling like –
people – joining in, and,
communicating with each other -
writing down
like their –
their nation’s –
diary
of what was happening
Who believe to be alive,
on this earth after death.
Who crave fame, Rial or crown,
hard to be a savior of mankind.
Decisive fatwa from best findings,
Grand Ayatollah blackclothed.
Mourning in the morning,
a lot of verses are amusing.
Americans were shocked and stunned
‘Reason’ abandoned, injustice had won
On Sept. 8, 1974, when President Ford exited the stage
The Republican right was left in fistic rage
While the Democrat left was aghast, How could Ford do this
The scales of justice, now so sorely amiss
To pardon a President, guilty in every possible way
of undermining the law and his opponent just didn’t play
It cost Ford the next election, ‘cos Richard Nixon he’d pardoned
Voters’ adverse reaction over two years so hardened
They elected an unknown, a neophyte named Carter
next to whom the Ayatollah Khomeini looked smarter
Yet the country moved on, hindsight thanked Ford
~ That Biden pardon Trump ~ start petitioning the Lord
Many years ago when I was a traveling salesman,
I met five post-graduate engineering students from Iran…
educated,
intelligent, and
entrepreneurial.
They pooled their resources and leased a restaurant.
On another occasion, since
Columbia is a small town, and I could find no lodging,
My Iranian friends invited me to spend the night
With them at their apartment, and so I did.
They even prepared my breakfast for me—no charge!
They shared that they hoped to stay in America
Because Iran, at that time, was a very dangerous place.
They said the Ayatollah would kill them
If they returned to their homeland because they were
educated,
intelligent, and
entrepreneurial.
A few months later I returned to Columbia
To discover the five Iranian students’ restaurant
Was closed. Their green cards had expired, and
Immigration Authorities had arrested them.
Later, I learned that they had been deported to Iran,
Where the Ayatollah Khomeini declared they were traitors,
And, summarily, cut off their heads!
Ever since, I have had a soft spot in my heart
For the young people of Iran,
educated,
intelligent, and
entrepreneurial,
Living in constant fear for their lives.
written July 29, 2021
A gentle man of peace who greatly respects human life
Has faced the difficult decision he must stand and fight,
Well within his Powers to end a terrorist world-wide strife.
He didn’t start the conflicts or wild and fiery contagion
But he finished it quickly, with no reserve or consternation.
An evil regime leader challenged him with threats and lies,
With no care for his own people’s welfare or valuable lives.
The enemy’s death-toll tally still rising within Israel’s borders,
he threatens still
To carry out nuclear destruction against his own people’s will.
For 50 years the Ayatollahs killed their own and reigned with an iron hand,
And spread terror, torture, destruction and death across Israel’s land.
Now Iran’s military leaders are annihilated one by one with a stealthy hand,
And their nuclear weapons turned to shrapnel glistening in the sand.
One final time President Trump offered peace instead of conflict and war
To the so-called Supreme Leader of Iran but his rejection was sure.
In his arrogance and delusion, he still calls for death to America, death to Israel.
His people and proxies withdraw their support, unsure what they are fighting for.
An ancient ideology, a belief sustained with thousands of deaths along the way
Offers no future, no hope, no way to support the masses who never had a say.
It’s clear and decisive what now must be done to restore order and a future.
Our Supreme Leader, President Donald Trump will never stop or turn away.
He will not bend, negotiate or soften his stance against the glaring truth.
Iran cannot and will not have a weapon that will end millions of lives.
It is clear to the Ayatollah that much has now shifted as he heads underground,
His lethal military leaders and proxy supporters are nowhere to be found.
The true Supreme Leader is President Donald J Trump.
On the first day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a safe and secure border
and a great gift for the country
On the second day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a giant boot up NATO’s ass
and a great kick for the country
On the third day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a reality check for Zelensky
and a great sign for the country
On the fourth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
no dudes in women’s spaces
and a great law for the country
On the fifth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a climate apocalypse myth bust
and a great truth for the country
On the sixth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
rampant crime slashed in D.C.
and a great lift for the country
On the seventh day of Christmas
the President gave to me
2.5 million Biden illegals deported
and a great purge for the country
On the eighth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
bunker busters for the Ayatollah
and a great win for the country
On the ninth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
peace in the Middle-East
and a great day for the country
On the tenth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
zero tolerance for Jew hatred
and a great example for the country
On the eleventh day of Christmas
the President gave to me
narco terrorist boats blown up, yay
and a great job for the country
On the twelfth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a big beautiful ballroom
and a great hall for the country!
Written: December 2025