Best Swastikas Poems
I saw Nazis march yesterday
upon the streets of Charlottesville.
And, with swastikas on display,
crazed clansmen chanted blood will spill.
I saw Satan grinning with pride
at racial slurs shouted in hate.
And, bigots standing by his side
help the violence escalate.
I saw torches light up the night,
snaking through the black neighborhoods.
And skinheads looking for a fight;
all that was missing were white hoods.
I saw white supremacists, proud
of drawing blood and spreading fear.
And a car plow into the crowd,
its intentions made all too clear.
I saw President Trump place blame
on both sides for this killing spree.
And, a shocked nation reel in shame
at how prejudiced he could be.
I saw the projected end of
tolerance and democracy.
And, mantras of hate replace love
with smugness and hypocrisy.
Quatrain
8/13/2017
Categories:
swastikas, america, angst, anxiety, bullying,
Form:
Quatrain
What’s the color of forced migration pain?
Ask a black person in America,
and you’ll get fifty different slave answers
What’s the silent sound of invisible chains?
Fifty killahurts of black ...
Aryan brotherhood iron swastikas uniting
What’s the latest “pull the trigger” hate spin?
Fifty states of fascist terror —
Goshen ghettos under daily thought policing
Who got their Klan thumbs
pressing heavy on the justice scales?
Increasing the widow population of the cemetery cells
Who got their hooded hands
casino slot turning the roulette wheel?
Decreasing the charitable portion of the orphan meals
America’s moral debts are in the red
Haughty heifer blame your mounting troubles
on the poor black scapegoats instead
Fifty shades of dark overcast gloom
hanging over the branches of the oak tree
Liberty got locked in a buried room
waiting for captivity’s end to be set free
Fifty shades of rejection in vessels of doom
Thirteen colonies
of spotted lepers will be coming home soon
Fifty shades of black ...
let the moon eclipse the sun
Fifty shades of stars ...
let the striped prisoners run
Categories:
swastikas, allusion, color, slavery, truth,
Form:
Narrative
It was a fateful era for the Jews,
when their tears, blood and fate
was manipulated by the Nazi.
They found anything Jewish to be damned
and wrong, forcing thousands of Jews to exile,
and millions to their deaths.
The Nazis didn't bat their eyelids as they poured gasolene on
little children piled up together in a barn,
as they shouted and cried for help.
At random Jews were selected, and lined up to face
the firing squad in Swastikas;
their blood flowed into pools, trenches and streets,
haunting the spirit of justice in Europe.
Concentration camps, torture and executions
are the only things that the Jews knew,
as they wondered what wrong they did, God
creating them to be who they were.....
Categories:
swastikas, deep, hate, history, holocaust,
Form:
Narrative
"dedicated to Robert a Owen...a soldier who served"
bombing the monster and his minions to
on the side of the right,the just,and the true
bullets hit the bird called B-17...falling fast to earth with a shrieking savage scream
end of the dream for super heroes of the sky...pull the rip cord or surely i'll die
hit the ground with a thud but safe in the mud
devils army closes in like snarling twisted thugs
still alive but taken prisoner to a POW camp
freezing cold in dead of winter the commandant laughs...as he bakes the bombadeers the whole camp just gasps
their thoughts can't grip the horror and their minds can't grasp the madness
soldiers think of simple times before this storm of sadness
the bright and the shiny is now charred black and blue
leaving pieces of our souls in stalag 42
one year of darkness days...cold confusion...frozen hearts
like insanity intrusions bad beasts they bite and bark
but hark...we hear the distant rumble of planes,trains and tanks
soon the tables will be turned
soon the wicked walk the plank
most to their ultimate demise and ugly doom because nobody escapes from
stalag 42
liberation comes in red...soviets with sadistic smiles...the slaughter soon begins
cause they've walked a monsters mile
no bullets,bats,or boots...no the leader shows his sickle
now swastikas they scream cause they know their time has trickled
one hundred heads chopped off like pickles...blood saturates the stump
brutal nazis meet their maker in that human garbage dump
a lie would be better but it has to be the truth...evil thoughts can't be erased from
stalag 42
years they pass and days go by just like they always do
at the bottom of a bottle is where i live cause i can't trade the bad for the good
like slices of sadism in bloody drowning pools
can i rest in peace forever?far away from stalag 42
RIP paw paw Owen
Categories:
swastikas, war
Form:
Rhyme
No more swastikas -
you're with Daddy now.
When father sneezes,
Dachau odes are sprayed
onto sandpaper.
Linen tissues
glaze his black horns.
Dish rags polish
obtuse pitchforks.
Papa squirms
in a bag
full of God.
Achoo!
Ach, du
Die!
Categories:
swastikas, angst
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES 2
To your mind's eye, I lay what I may choose
to be the only way you'll ever find,
you'll never have the choice to win or lose,
but go the way I put into your mind.
What evil lurks? You'll never feel the grip
of what I only say between each line.
To lead you on, the vagrant of a ship
of soul, but destined to the will of mine.
Forgotten Swastikas still fly at night,
protected by all time and Horsemen Four,
they'll soon be loosed again, in all their might
and feed upon man's need for time of war.
And I will put these things into your head,
to change it all, from life, to living dead.
Democracy is what God's given you,
and you have loved each minute in your haste,
you'd have it all, yes everything I do,
your treasure chest is overflowed with waste.
And you've forgotten how the world is burned,
night of the long knives never comes to mind,
forgotten in the past you never learned,
the history is there, not hard to find.
I am the master of what is your fate,
in social dominance, I claim it all,
and you will never see until too late,
Intimidation's made the way you'll fall.
And I have changed all things there in your head,
to bring about the life you'll live to dread.
© Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
swastikas, abuse, america, betrayal, hate,
Form:
Sonnet
ADRIFT FROM OPIK-OORT
Mere evolution to its very core,
this comet Ison spans six billion years
both frigid and forgotten act of war,
escaped out of the Oort and all its fears
Is there a melting place, where it will die
close to our solar light, Thanksgiving Day?
Or is there logic as its flying by,
survival is the core to come in play?
Are swastikas long gone, or put aside
by dreamers to their nucleus of doom
There-in a Texas day, could they not hide
Where all had thought there simply was no room?
What Evil lurks? The shadow tells it all,
Well knowing what is Ison, in snowfall.
The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to our mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.
We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
Was Hitler all worked out, with little choice?
Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?
Is there no sign that's ever flown the sky
or is it Ison where we choose to die?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
swastikas, obituary, philosophy, thanksgiving, time,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES II
To your mind's eye, I lay what I may choose,
to be the only way you'll ever find,
you'll never have the choice to win or lose,
but go the way I put into your mind.
What evil lurks? You'll never feel the grip
of what I only say between each line.
To lead you on, the vagrant of a ship
of soul, but destined to the will of mine.
Forgotten Swastikas still fly at night,
protected by all time and Horsemen Four,
they'll soon be loosed again, in all their might
and feed upon man's need for time of war.
And I will put these things into your head,
to change it all, from life, to living dead.
Democracy is what God's given you,
and you have loved each minute in your haste,
you'd have it all, yes everything I do,
your treasure chest is overflowed with waste.
And you've forgotten how the world is burned,
night of the long knives never comes to mind,
forgotten in the past where you've not learned,
the history is there, not yours to find.
I am the master of what is your fate,
in social dominance, I claim it all,
and you will never see until too late,
Intimidation's made the way you'll fall.
And I will change all things there in your head,
to bring about the life you'll live to dread.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
swastikas, hate, world war ii,
Form:
Sonnet
Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
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24/02/2021
Categories:
swastikas, allusion, corruption, judgement, satire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Some Thoughts, Suggestions and Ideas
If it is my thought or my idea, it is the best
one. The more force I feel to do something,
the more resistance I will have to do it. The
more I make someone think that my idea is
theirs, the more willing they will be to accept
it of course. Why should we have to force
someone to do something that God actually
commanded?
Affirmative action is a prime example. That
is supposed to be a natural instinct that all
of us have. If I force you to have to do it,
you have a guilty conscience realizing you
should have been doing it all of the time.
The more guilty your conscience is, the
harder and more difficult it is for me to
get you to do it.
When we are constantly reminded of how
wrong we are, the more resistant we will
become towards accepting what we should
have been doing in the first place.
Finally, if a destructive nature takes over
all other precedence's the final result will
be total destruction. When God built the
earth, he never had to destroy anything
in order to create something else. He just
kept on building and building and building.
It was humanity who has continually tried
to destroy and pollute things. We try to
wrong all of God's rights. What a shame
Fraud, waste and abuse are the things
that cause the decline in all of humanity.
What we want to be and seek is safety,
sanity and security not swastikas, stupidity
and sin. The handwriting on the wall is
plain and pure. When you want something
that is revolting then what occurs is a
revolting development. Also, it is hard
to revolt against something when you
don't understand clearly what it is or was.
So can you and do you want to see clearly
now or do you want to put it off and not
face reality? I want to be like the first part
while Presidential candidates seem to favor
the other part. How about you? Jim Horn
reality?
Categories:
swastikas, encouraging, sad,
Form:
Blank verse
So tell me
about injustice and hate
Shouting stop censorship
and the KKK
How America sells lies
and blood for oil
Killing Muslims
solely to colonize their soil
Did you forget
who begot who
About Gold, God, Glory
and slavery too
Kind of like Hitler
exterminating the Jews
The London Air Raids
and the apathy that pacifies you
So tell me about revolution
and that propaganda you bleed
Che Guevara and equality of need
Why is it starving Cubans
are swimming for our shore
The Baltic Republics are free
and the Gulags no more
So tell me about freedom
at your friendly neighborhood pub
Drawing gas masks and Swastikas
on your overflowing mug
How burning our flag
suits you just fine
While an Iraqi woman is shot
for speaking her mind
So the next time you scream
about injustice and hate
Extol revolution
and your anarchist state
Remember to ask the Kuwaitis
about capitalists on foreign soil
And who really spilt their blood
for the price of their oil
Categories:
swastikas, death, history, introspection, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
(Is this better than ChatGPT did yesterday? We're having a contest.)
dormant as naked
shivering trees
falling before me
yearning
for warmth
and companionship
in neverending
cold cruel
winter
Armageddon
solace at
the Grand
found it
in a hot toddy
and hugs from
Angela and Shelby
my favorite bartenders
Angela's latest
watercolor
just emerging
stunning
goddess
full of symbology
I see
dream catcher
earrings
colbalt silk dress
hemmed with
gold Hindu ohms
and swastikas
soft light
falling from
glowing moon's face
embedded
with
Cancer rising
astrological chart
Angela laughing
takes her
phone away
Shelby
petite
blue haired
pixie
swaps
toddler stories
her three year old
daughter
my two year old
granddaughter
being so adorably
horrible
I share
latest pics
from most recent
journey
youngest's wedding
big blue sky
soft white whisps
gracing over
beautiful bride
sequins sparkling
like snow
in setting sun
her handsome groom
in spiffy
mallard green tuxedo
crying
yeah...
and I have to
share my latest
girlfriend/online dating
experiences
always amusing
and hear that?
it's Billy Joel
Piano Man
playing
in the background
nothing like
day drinking
the bleak and grey
away
happy hour
happy day
Categories:
swastikas, dark, happy, winter,
Form:
Free verse
I once wrote a POTW, getting to know you, was the theme
Simple little rhyme, about soupers commonalities it seems
Now I’m discovering disparity, divisions, different schisms
Joining the dots together, one picture emerges, extremism
A few (leading lights), have gathered sheep into their pens
Who in turn follow them blindly, to anywhere and back again
None of my business you say, and I would be first to agree
But our paths must cross sometimes, as now you can see
Such is lies, such is truth, it’s all immaterial within a poem
A story is a story, our imagination counts, on bringing home
I manipulate words, trying to imbue you within stark verse
Encouraging open-mindedness, never planning to coerce
Others have hidden agendas, encoding influences of ambition
Deluded in their own self importance, to maintain recognition
Suppressing freethinkers, using propaganda, covert pretexts
Don’t like the tone of your language, get shunned by request
Teach us a lesson, an opinionated authority, waves a big stick
Seen this crap before in institutions, got caned as a small kid
Gaslighting, solipsistic, narcissistic, torchbearers of nothing
Pushing your own egos, not poets work, shameless plugging
Some fellow poets do fall foul, getting led up the garden path
Instead of expressing independence, write to appease wrath
So this message is from a nobody, and I’m calling you to task
Why! because I have a pair of balls, not satan behind a mask.
This is no exposé, majority of soupers, see through your cover
Easy now, I won’t mention any names, best ignore this nutter
I proffer diversity and conversation, no nihilistic atheist stray
Unlike his predecessors, won’t get disheartened or walk away
Look at history what happened, when pandering to dictators
Carrying swastikas in suicidal obedience, to Hitler their savior.
I’m not trying to tempt your faith,
write about god write about man,
But when man believes he’s god,
Yeah! we’ve already lost the plan
And for that habitual poltergeist
that keeps messing up comments
Are you trying to tell me something
or just afraid of the open contents
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
swastikas, allusion, corruption, how i
Form:
Rhyme
NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES
To your mind's eye, I lay what I may choose
to be the only way you'll ever find,
you'll never have the choice to win or lose,
but go the way I put into your mind.
What evil lurks? You'll never feel the grip
of what I only say between each line.
To lead you on, the vagrant of a ship
of soul, but destined to the will of mine.
Forgotten Swastikas still fly at night,
protected by all time and Horsemen Four,
they'll soon be loosed again, in all their might
and feed upon man's need for time of war.
And I will put these things into your head,
to change it all, from life, to living dead.
Democracy is what God's given you,
and you have loved each minute in your haste,
you'd have it all, yes everything I do,
your treasure chest is overflowed with waste.
And you've forgotten how the world is burned,
night of the long knives never comes to mind,
forgotten in the past you never learned,
though history is there, not hard to find.
I am the master of what is your fate,
in Social Dominance, I claim it all,
and you will never see until too late,
Intimidation's made the way you'll fall.
And I have changed all things there in your head,
to bring about the life you'll live to dread.
Categories:
swastikas, angst, black african american,
Form:
Sonnet
The black pawn
Eats alone in his own
Dark corner
White pawns with swastikas
Hound him on the chessboard
Categories:
swastikas, analogy,
Form:
Tanka