Best Crimea Poems
On the twenty fourth of February in twenty twenty two
Russia invaded Ukraine and fierce fighting did ensue
Vladimir Putin it seems, wants to restore the iron curtain
And sadly he will succeed, of that it looks certain.
Tanks and missiles, the Russians used in their attack
But against Putins thugs, brave Ukrainians are fighting back
Vladimir Putin is unhinged and he Is losing his sanity
Claiming the Ukraine is a threat, to Russian security.
He's made threats to the west, if they come to Ukraines aid
Does he honestly think that western powers are afraid
Unfortunately the Ukraine is not part of the Nato alliance
So the west introduced, heavy sanctions in defiance.
Hitting Russia with severe sanctions seems like a good idea
But it failed to stop Russian aggression, when they invaded Crimea
A lot more needs to be done though before it's too late
Or the Ukrainian people will suffer, an unspeakable fate.
The Ukrainian president has sent out a rallying cry
Ukrainians are bearing arms, and are prepared to die
The death toll will rise with casualties on either side
People are running to find safety but there's no where to hide.
Putin claimed only military targets, would be in the line of fire
But civilian apartments have been hit, Putin is a liar
There has been many deaths, some badly injured too
But they will fight to the last man, it's what they will do.
Acts of bravery the Ukrainians will always remember
Like the guards on Snake Island who refused to surrender
The Russian warship fired missiles, all thirteen men died
To me that is a war crime; those responsible should be tried.
The old days are over, the Soviet Union is long dead
Why can't Vladimir Putin get that fact in his head
Invading peaceful countries is an abominable crime
He should be charged with murder and put away for a long time.
Written 25th February 2022
My one true love with eyes of sparkling blue
Our hearts as one it was our destiny
Heaven sent you for me and me for you
It would not last but end in tragedy.
War intervened I’d have to go away
To the Crimea with the light brigade
My true love I thought of every day
Our lives on hold along with plans we’d made.
The Captain said “suppress your greatest fears
Ride close ranks and do not come asunder”
The noise of hooves were ringing in my ears
Sounds they made were like a raging thunder.
A lance pierced me and off my horse I fell
Then death came down, my life I bid farewell.
Written on 7th February 2019.
Red Faced
Barrel Bombs
From Soviet Tombs
The Reds smell blood
Watching it glow
Old friends hold hands
While the Soviet glories implode
The murder from above
In the name of inflation
Crimes in Crimea
Exported
To Syria
Putin
Red Faced
Arizona's part of Ukraine
The home of Senator McCain
He'd gladly start shootin'
At Vladimir Putin
Since this terrain's in his domain
Author's note: Senator McCain and Cindy have a vacation house and natural gas pipeline interests in Crimea, but now they are banned from there.
The Western world will breathe easier when Kim Jong Un
starts the denuclearization of North Korea.
And the Russian dictator Vladimir Putin gives
Ukraine back its lost peninsula of Crimea.
There will be celebrations worldwide when Israel
and Palestine stop the hate and settle their dispute.
And the constant threat of war is no longer looming,
for both nations' right to exist is deemed absolute.
The world will breathe easier when Bashar al-Assad
ends his civil war and finally leaves Syria.
And the militant Islamist group Boko Haram
stops raping girls and is driven from Nigeria.
Democracy will win when President Donald Trump
is exposed and reduced to a political quirk.
And global warming's threat is taken seriously,
so the fate of our planet is not left to guesswork.
(Quatrain)
June13, 2018
The augury of him in Crimea was so
That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches
But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her black Ikra near Black Sea
Hundreds of kilometres from Kiev and from Moscow in Odessa where heresy breaches
I beated her wings in no confinement,in no vituperation
She flew flower to flower to no destination
She knew I was a drinking son of pride straightaway
And I apprised me that she was a drunk daughter of arrogance having me in sway
At night on table when Putin came with my rassolnik
And said that he had seen many earthquakes being not born a Japanese geek
I felt in my bedroom her shenanigan moves
A carefully preserved time capsule in grooves
Rubbers burnt got her season
and wheels vulcanized got his prison
Dudley Castle and Kremlin cannot be friends
With Timoshenkos pillaging appetites in trusses and bends
Keep your red gown for the right time Ekaterina
For I have eaten all meats-that of a pig, of a cow,horse and bear
And eschew my emotions like a ballerina
A square,a quadrilateral,a rhombus and a parallelogram are not the same when each buccaneer
Vladimirs have always condescended bloody Mirs of Dagestan
In the duel between Russian charlottes and Turkish harems
The fishing villages of acrimony and Satan
I will not count Ekaterina`s eggs for my child`s Ukrainian mother in tandems
Vocabulary used
Ikra-Russian caviar in poetry`s context its the black caviar or fish eggs.
Rassolnik- is a traditional Russian soup made from pickled cucumbers, pearl barley, and pork or beef kidneys. A vegetarian variant of rassolnik also exists. The dish is known to have existed as far back as the 15th century, when it was called kalya
Whenever you feel somewhat down
Show us how you feel with a frown
Then moan and complain
Let tears fall like rain
Until all of your sorrows drown
Changing Map
Europe is like a carpet made of left over textile and it is quite malleable
and can be changed shortened or made bigger. I used to know Crimea
as a part of the Soviet Union, but then, one day, it wasn´t; only it was
still there and had not changed shape only ownership.
And now to the contrived upset by UK, USA and EU – the use of mobile
phone speak is in- it is back in Russian hands. The change is here to stay,
but of course my holiday with Putin in Siberia is out this year.
This re-occupation is nothing new, the Jews waited 2000 years before
occupying Palestine, they had once lived there as tribe. Mind it is not fair
to compare Crimea with Israel, in Crimea the people welcomed Russian rule,
In Palestine, the Jewish annexation was called a catastrophe.
Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo
My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming
Lady Liberty is bowing face down, Kansas Toto-style,
to Kremlin oligarchy ...
didn’t take much to bend with Washington wavy subservience
It’s an Idaho russet Ruskie crying shame
Couch the Benedict-ion omelette breaking news:
Missy Freedom done Alaska huskie hussy sold herself
to be a Soviet satellite skirt muzzled tramp mule
Red power mode
has taken cyber control of all voter confidence
White digital bar-code
activate the Manchurian self-destruct sequence
Blue logo brand ruble sold,
keeps the general populace straddling the fence
As they reality TV see their loose Lady Liberty
make a Texas loan star barracuda bow face
Proud North Dakota woman bending her knee,
acknowledging her Bolshevik bastard place
It’s a Kentucky bourbon crying shame
Democracy kissing the Politburo Czar ring
Bluegrass filly ruling class
selling the masses out for the Balaam green
Capitol Hill Star Spangled silent gag,
money mutes on a Pavel dog Con-stitutional prostitute
Wavy anthem cloth used as a snot rag,
Molotov noses following the Red Pied Pier booger flute
My, oh my ...
Marx Twain subversive tweet sweet apple pie!
Collaborator citizens being called patriotic comrades
Eating the Stalinist straw buries,
spit sprinkled with
Chernobyl pyramid scheme
propaganda whipped cream
Traitor taste the Taps Blue Fibbing beer,
free-market funeral dirge price gouge overflowing,
in the white Lenin toe-tag black body bag aisle
While the Ukraine lobbyist piggies
are covetously Crimea coffer crying
Oh, Nevada bordello bosom alligator weep ...
let the Alabama tick tears leech flow
down those Florida lemon-squeezed cheeks
It’s a New Mexico caliente green chile crying shame —
Them neo-Anazazi, gun-clicking squatters
getting a Wounded Knee ice gulag reservation claim
Lady Liberty doing an Independence bow face,
it’s a thirteen stripe, Siberian mongrel disgrace
Staring at the stubborn facts
I stand face to face with a sneering fate
Legalized pot. Transitive
Bondage sold as liberty
Man made destructive phase
Don't lie to us as if we're back at puberty
I see you Bobojan, hiding behind a finger
Trying to hide the initial figures
Beckoning with subliminal fingers. Go figure
I tell people be careful, the aftertaste will linger
Electronic cigarettes; chunks of chocolate
The prince of darkness dresses fancy
And walks with a cane and talks classy
A fiend and no man
He calls himself the candy man
Telling us to live it up, like renegades
Bombs and grenades masquerading
As pop and energy drinks strutting and parading
On the runways of appetite for me to see
And I see you seeking my demise
Day and night while pretending to be nice
With frozen cold eyes and a plastic smile
Calling us the chosen, touting hell as paradise
And I get to witness the shifting paradigm
Batter voiced but with a heart of iridium
Pumping out destructive ideas
Pimping out the charm of sugar-induced delirium
You are as much a crime as Crimea
And I see your plan, runner of the sugar plant
Pocketing big bucks while stuffing us up
Filling our collective trunks with junk
One mans carcinogenic idea
Invade Ukraine amputate Crimea
But the tumour keeps growing
Now his sick cancer’s showing
A malignancy called North Korea!
By
David Kavanagh
Give me Greenland, make it mine,
Let me buy it just in time,
For Thanksgiving so we can
Induct these folks into our clan.
Why waste time debating ‘why’
This proposal shouldn’t fly,
Surely Denmark needs the cash
Here’s your chance if you just rush.
Putin took Crimea by force
Not a penny paid of course,
I instead will meet your price
For this island full of ice.
Think it over but think fast,
As my offer won’t long last,
Let’s get on and make this deal,
With a pen stroke this thing seal.
Since I’ve got some Nordic genes
And as a man of copious means,
I can make this work all round
With results that will astound.
We almost bought it once before,
Why not this process now re-store,
You get the green, we the land,
On me the burgers and the band.
Dense With No Common Sense
Boy her buttocks were really a beauty
Half crazy and called her Totty Fruity
Which half it was never would knew
Until War of Crimea had been through.
War was fairly fought for criminy's sake
And we understood it was total mistake
Instead of President he was running
Was at Trump Tower pool there sunning.
As up all of his food he was chewing
Eyes gluing on pretty women now viewing
Who with was always mentally abusive
On him we decided to do an exclusive.
Where would we stop and what should be excluded
By him, bunch of rednecks had been deluded
Neither his head nor he was ever on the level
Said he was made to do things by the devil.
He chewed and chewed off things bit by bit
After becoming dastardly devil's advocate
Preferred people who are disturbing and dense
Never knowing how to use any common sense.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
when Berlin wall came down
humanity began to breathe
deceit, suffocation, and manipulation
Was no more
Eyes could begin to see the organic
To feel the organic
To be the organic
fall of berlin wall
collapsed upon a factory of poisonous pesticides
that was killing organic growth of humanity
we now see freedom sprouting everywhere
from Spain to Judea
Persia to Crimea
China To Chicago
cultural and historical legacy of humanity
coalescing into destiny of oneness
because we are human
peace is human
justice is human
love is human
peace is human
justice is human
love is human.
Threats of force seemed a sterling idea
Especially in light of Crimea
But you’re gonna get trolled
And the tanks gonna roll
When diplomacy comes from IKEA