Best Jackboot Poems

I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored vagrancy
that marked my movements, masking me from the reality that used to be.
I hate me and what I am, more...

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They slipped their chains and spread their brains
On walls of bricks and mortar,
Bared their teeth in their belief,
Prepared themselves for slaughter.

Howled aloud in the smoke and cloud
That prowled the streets and alleys,
The sounds they made in their parade
Echoed down the valleys.

They shed their blood in...

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Dark to black and beaten skin to living bone. 
Chosen by name and marked by birth. 

You hang me, cajole me and yellow badge me. 
You segregate, strip and stick me. Jackboot, 
shoot and gas me, but most of all you humiliate 
me. You denigrate...

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As they leave,
They leave for us 
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.

As they leave
They leave for women nothing
But cups of tears and fears

As they leave
They leave for old ones a basket
Full of fruits of ultimate death and...

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Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire

                     …the lêche cul is
back
         every cell of her a seething surging cesspool of...

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FASCIST STATE 

They did not come upon us like blitzkrieg in the night 
or goose step into town like a plague of parasites. 
They crept on us like shadows in increments so small
they did not seem, at first, to be that menacing at all. ...

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How I recall empathic tastes
Of winter frost,
And the bite of winds that railed against
The trees,
Dispersed with such unease
The deafening cries of those
Who loved and lost.

Mimicking in their jackboot stance
Upon the shore,
In the veil of mist, a carpet rolling in
The dawn,
The kettle whistle so forlorn,
The silenced...

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A Spring afternoon racing marathon miles -
a crowd thick with families, runners and smiles,
shocked and bloodied by the burst of bomb’s twin blast
decimating the thrill of the finish line to be passed,
forever marking the moment when we collectively cried
as innocents were bloodied, were damaged, and...

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1. Betrayal builds up with great energy
winning my man
comes with a heavy bill of cost.
The third, trying to make us two unhitched
brings out thunderous evil from a Timpani
coveting from a loved one
makes her a dipsomaniac
and not even the threat of a deadly flashpoint
will give this...

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No particular rhyme nor,
reason explains to boot
within mind of this (boyish
looking) ole coot,
why sudden flashback didst

kickstart metered metrical foot
when during bout with anorexia nervosa,
I did not give a hoot
analogously harried and swiftly kicked
with barebones styled tailored jackboot.

Said eating disorder, sans
self starvation arose
without explicit explanation
this grown...

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Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute

raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently, untimely...
not inconceivable teenage
parenthood does contribute

overwhelming responsibility
adds complex twist making destitute
expense...

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Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.

Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.

Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.

Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.

Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.

For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.

Gesticulating graders generate ghastly...

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Dreams in the Bunk
By Sy Roth

An aching tired eats away, 
Slurping at his soul 
Yearning wakefulness from the darkness.

He heaved. 
Sigh in a soft world of crimson-waving flowers
Dancing away to his numbers etched on him, his scales.

The others turn, he with them
Intemperate mob 
Waring in...

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A Synogogue in flames, and the hate..Whats all this in
Australia mates? Live and let flourish is what I know
The older generations taught me so.' Strong work
Ethics; and time for your brother, not this 'clockwork destructive'
Well..? That belongs to others.!! The jackboot crowd clad
In hugo boss,...

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Hearken - comes frost,
snow, comes hail;
comes

sounds - echoes, whispers,
soft post-mortem screams;
scalpel dripping

whines, hisses,
squealing smithereens;
silvery dust-blown

comes mouths, tongues,
shhhh! lips;
comes rhetoric, stigma,

dogma’s tarnished
catechism;
rust tainted; blood simple, comes

religion,
war,
death, comes

pain,
desperation,
despair, oh inhumanity.

Hearken - comes white noise,
slavery, autocracy
jackboot aetiology;

the nature of
the beast within
us all....

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