Best Kaiser Poems
How many sons
have we lost
How many demons
have we found
How many graves
must we dig
To make the ‘Fatherland’
proud
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
"Kaiser Jeff"
i grew up
(well...........
one hopefully
never grows up)
on hooked
on phonics
and being
dyslexic
to too
so it seems to me
that Kyser may
come from
German
descent
i don't know
but i know
he writes
decent
poetry
Who are you and what is
what role
what goal and position
what are you trying to do.
the chores of acquisition chorest thee
What instruction do you have.
Dutiful might you labor
what are your instructions might you
find opposition what measure gives
you right to speak
these as trained or untrained
might who's labors be vain
and rewarded
the decadence of perfection
or Amestecator might speak thee
that the mound before ye
is a sorted bunch
what rebridges each end
upon motivation
might we understand
yet then when thou leaves'
what is my direction
the texture and dynamics
and form
what labors me.
consistent and concern
the chores of acquisition
the high price we are
debted to pay
labor ye that chorest to
the trumpets of evening summons us
Artley's fiancce no doubt her name Allus
Dusmanos she had sorted the bunch
these compositions speak her as loved
t nights alone she shall
be Razbunator and Rau and even Nepasator
to speak clear and persistent
in her point of view
Before the Kaiser came
Swallows fed on the wing
Above green meadows
Butterflies danced on the breeze
And birdsong filled the copses
Then the Kaiser came
And no longer did birds sing
Mud filled the meadows
Gunfire echoed on the breeze
And rats fed on the corpses
She spoke the chore of
Aquisition is the duty
of it's labor
both from dignity
and respect
than love calls us
into the need of
futurering
His need for
the human courtesy
The maintenance
of what he put together
and the raising of what
he has created.
Mindful he must never
neglect any of these
duties
He spoke her as kind
as a whirlwind
and as maticulant as
a tornado.
Dusmanos, Rau, and
Razbunator.
She submitted in duty
and seduces to ask
Neglect is rated by
her objectives might I
be fortunate enough to
be present when she
speaks her wants and needs,
Otherwise I must chore to
Guess, and am seldom right!
Perfection instructs her
Yet she compares to make
more perfect, what has been
perfected.