Best Teutonic Poems
She looks at me with blushing face
At break of day she shyly peeps.
I watch her move with utmost grace
She looks at me with blushing face.
Her lovely smile a warm embrace,
My heart runs fast; it beats and leaps
She looks at me with blushing face
At break of day she shyly peeps.
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For Andrea's contest: "Short Form Pt 3"
* In several countries and in Teutonic
languages the sun is considered female.
Onward Christian Soldiers
(Chivalry Dead)
God’s crusade upon them laid
a stubborn suit of mail brocade.
Knights Templar, Teutonic thugs
Mercenaries out for blood.
In guarantee of resurrection.
Skull bludgeoning insurrection.
For every heathen to the cemetery
Pope so grants indulgence plenary.
Urban calls to cut out “sin.”
with war for Jesus, champion.
Death to every infidel.
Damn them all to endless hell.
Allah-backed brave Saladin
“Jihad” shouts Islamic paladin
Jerusalem. Jerusalem.
Devastated paragon.
Kathy Collins
1/31/14
Part 2.
Into the wasteland he flies
To bury the souls of lies,
Beneath the leaves of time,
Dirty deeds must dirty die.
This then the watchman must do:
Step on the fingers that try,
With downward pulls to pry,
Into doom flower faces,
These flowers must not die.
--
The conquistador arrived.
He gazed at the unscathed bounty standing
Respect-less before him and squinted.
Surveying the laughing land,
He made up his mind with astute rat-like grace
And thrust with self-satisfied lust his mighty sword into the sand.
God’s word thus bespoken he listened, breathlessly.
The jungle though could not understand
Tectetan, tectetan, tectetan
Nor chose to hear or fear
This little man,
Oh thou little man, thou little man
What is your plan,
Little man?
The jungle laughed, unbothered
Unmoved it ignored
Untouched it continued
Unfettered it roared
With sparkling green verdant song to sing,
It sang.
The conquistador fumed
Scarlet red
Vino roja bottled fumes
Of smoky rage
Stomping he retorted
Thou art doomed
Veni Vidi Vici he screamed
Satisfied, mesmerized
With scroll in hand he did announce
All that is yours is mine
It says so in this paper
The King has made it divine
Mine Mine and only Mine
Did he but announce
Without a golden ounce
Of irony’s feathered face
Whose trace,
With obsidian plans to erase
Surely soon he would get to know.
Breathlessly he stood once again, the conquistador did
Assuming
The noise, ploys and feathery joys
Of the jungle toys he heard
Marked abdications hour
At work already
At hand
To make this land
His.
Impatient
Making up his mind
Marching straightforwardly
Towards the eye of the jungle
Sacking with gaze the mighty maze
Of spider green vines hiding before him
The craze of ores whose mint would course the earth
Soon to raise his rank to that of Jerusalem’s teutonic bearded men
He was surprised when he saw
Three sets of steely indian eyes
Peering through the jungle wall
And the flying hatchet hit him hard and true
And for all we knew he never came back again
“Ecab cotoch”
Cro mag non man was a birth of a nation
Crete led the way for civilized creation
The Etruscans became the first Mediterranean power
Indo Europeans Settled Europe as others cower
The Aryans in India established a civilization
The Nile valley would be dominated by Egyptians
Chorus
We've once again taken history’s place
To show again we are the face
Our past is forbidden , the truth is hidden
We've once again taken history’s place
300 Spartans showed what there courage could do
Alexander The Greats strength was unmatched by few
Rome led 1000 years of prosperity before the decline
The Visigoths chased the Huns back over the European line
7 crusades led by a Christians to stem Islam
Ferdinand and Isabella condemned the Moorish harm
chorus
Everyone feared the fury of the pagan vikings of the north
Napoleon Bonaparte would bring military genius forth
The British empire would colonize every land
William Wallace bravely fought for the freedom of Scotland
The Teutonic knights helped spread across Europe Christianity
The 30 years of Christian wars brought nothing but insanity
Chorus
Expansion of discovery could never be touched
The United states would rise and the British would be crushed
The south would rebel for liberty and freedom
The British would slice the throat of the Ottoman kingdom
The first brothers war was thought to be the final stand
The Afrikaners fought relentless for the right of there land
chorus
The Bolshevik revolution brought a new plague into the world
The Germans brought a new hope as the banners were unfurled
All of Europe would unite under the waffen for it's European identity
The Marxist hippie movement brought moral hygiene to it's knees
Now it's the today and we have to keeping fighting for a new tomorrow
We must secure our destiny and keep having our history grow
chorus(2)
More Potential Limericks
Effective, live, give
Related, created, dated
Contemplated, illustrated, annotated
Realize, chastise, surmise
Talented, Sainted, painted, fainted
Proportion, distortion, contortion
Humongous, among us, fungus
Incantation, contemplation, situation
Intend, extend, suspend, upend
Support, escort, retort
Harmonic, Teutonic, tonic, bubonic
Criticize, realize, surprise
Limerick, pick, edict
Tutor, suitor, refute her, recruiter
Traitor, educator, date her
Weigh a ton, around had spun, start to shun, she's the one
Order was out, without a doubt, starting to shout
Debilitated, rehabilitated, rotated, rated
A mattering, started scattering, broke and shattering
Choke, broke, spoke, yoke
Table, enable, fable
Hostile for a while, quite a gal, would beguile, could compile
Seduce, reduce, produce
Abuse, excuse, obtuse, what's the use
Wangle, angle, dangle, wrangle
Worrisome thought, Lincoln was shot, outside is hot
In between was caught, hit the spot, ended with dot, within earshot
Now go for it. Jim Horn
Having mind like a sieve is not always so bad
For discernment in life is a gift
Information jams can cause a Teutonic shift.
For some, winnowing facts is a hard thing to do
Whether used for retention or letting things through
A good sieve has a value like ‘greater jihad.’
Though we meet our rejection sometimes with a frown
We should trust in the service it brings
For rejection is tied to invisible strings
That like harbingers portend some problem withheld
Or a misunderstanding that must be dispelled
Before peaceful ways can be restored to a town.
In both love and in life we should let failure go,
And the lessons learned taken in stride
Clear the decks and make ready to sail with the tide
If your loyalty to the KISS law remains true
You will find you’ve less reason than most to be blue.
And your ego in life won’t be most of the show..
Brian Johnston
May 5, 2015
Poet’s Notes:
The KISS principle is an acronym for "Keep It Simple Stupid."
Son of a legend, and the greatest of Danes,
A towering keeper with success in his veins,
From a boy at United he’s developed and grown,
And now Kaspar Schmeichel as a Champion is known.
A tireless worker on the right of defence,
With both pace and great timing mixed with tactical sense,
Though with less of the fuss that surrounds his team mates,
Danny Simpson belongs on the roll of fox greats.
The captain of Austria and a bit of a lad,
Though defensive at first, an attacking launch pad,
He is sure to be present in the history books,
He’s our Austrian left back, Christian Fuchs.
A man or a mountain, or a Teutonic knight,
Standing strong in the tackle, always up for the fight,
He’s a twice honoured champion, not too long in the tooth
He is known by just one word, and that word is Huth.
He’s the captain of captains, he’s our fearless fox leader,
Made a bang in the premier like a blue Al Queda,
He is Wesley (Wes) Morgan or Big Wes to his mates,
And he’s up there with Walsh and the rest of the greats.
Raise the white flag of defiance,
surrender to the hate
Offer no concession or compliance,
a vote count short
is the winning debate
Cry ballot thievery trace:
Urban poll pickpockets, of color suspect voices,
stole the presidential race
Let that dark anger drive you loss loco,
allow this crazy Philly notion
spur lawyer-up snort motion:
Rebel kick start your swastika sue mojo
American furor
says peaceful transition
of power
will not be solemnly given
Hear that new Teutonic tongue
speak with an old Prussian accent
Indignant ears love how the
uncivil voice of their native son
Sioux for war reservations —
Elector path
has been illegally taken
Reject all olive branch negotiations,
defective math
is the algorithm cause forsaken
Summon the Aryan spirit of
your American furor
Let the blackness of this seethe
make melanin hearts tear bleed
Show them the raw power
of Minority rule
Bugle blows at rallying hour —
Fear time to
pirate play the
parakeet fool
Rush into litigious battle,
stand by
your sour ground
Let not your American furor
stand idle
Unleash the rage bound
Rise uncaged angrily,
and curse that Assimilation mirror
Visigoth tout your American furor
Vandals of the rear guard,
foreswear White exhaust noise
is cloudy grey smoke purer
Hear the brassy blown, belligerent blast
Crimson wavy call to raise the white flag
Ivory enamel refute of popular votes cast
Black reboot of an era thought long past
Stylus diamond-tip studded ears
shouting beer garden terror
Given marching orders
to revive the blitzkrieg error
Force the world to hear the
ugly spin echoes of
Depression vinyl Führer
11-17-20
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES - LIV : Swatting flies in Buckingham Palace from the White House
When Bianca Nobilissima, the statuesque Sea Anne-Anne anchor in her Star-Trek heat-wave get-up exposing her sculptured architectural buoy spaces from head to heel (even Mr. Spock would raise eyebrows wishing he were human) disclosed – with the riotous rowdy Westminster Parliament for a backdrop – that she would give « anything » ( ???) to be (not necessarily verbatim) « a fly on the wall » during the British premiership « changing-of-the-guard » at Buckingham Palace just to see if the new Brexit-PM would actually « kiss » Her Majesty’s graciously proffered hand or just merely « sniff » at it, to say the least, she must have had no inkling whatsoever of the grave danger she was courting for right in those phantasmagoric surroundings resides a DUDE who is a past-master at « swatting » flies whether on, against or behind the wall or, for that matter,
even through the wall !
Guess WHO was watching the same emission ? for HE, too, proclaimed how he would love to be « a fly on the wall » just to listen to growls and growses in Democratic corridors of power on impeachment designs after the Senate Mueller hearings !!!
The Teutonic strains in the principally Norman royal household might reverberate to the chilling ribaldry of the Koninklijke Chorale Caecilia --(under the baton of Paul DINNEWETH and the ethereally uplifting voices : Martine REYNERS (soprano), Philip DEFRANCQ (tenor) and Joris DERDER (baritone) -- through Carl ORFF’s care-may-the-Devil-be : CARMINA BURANA performance : http : www.al-production.be
Would that the newly-ordained PM recall the medieval poet’s Old-German
in these lines :
Were din werit alle min
von deme mere unze an den Rin,
des weht ih mih darben,
daz diu chunegin von Engellant
lege an minen armen.
Translation (taken from the internet without credits) :
Were all the world mine
from the sea to the Rhine,
I would starve myself of it
so that the Queen of England
might lie in my arms.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, July 29, 2019
I’m the son of a slave,
living in ancient Greece of modern day
I was born in a city-state:
Detroit, South Carolina
Iron oar delivery
through the transactional Middle Passage way
That’s how I came to be
living on Titanic land
Daddy said we were shipwrecked,
but then got skin deed rescued by a perpetuity chain
Calloused soles planted in a cotton field,
making gin rummy money from the finest sugar cane
Leather tip misery
whip lazy bones attitude into beast of burden shape
That’s how I came to be
working on Titanic land
Mama said we were given no rest,
each generation more labor weary than the last
Sold at the auction block —
families torn apart, heritage erased iceberg fast
Melted hope ... weep wavy,
sunken freedom ~ Death was the only sure escape
That’s how I came to be
buried alive on Titanic land
Told my daughter to tell her yet-to-be born child,
that we were idolatry bound, cast away into a sea of pain
When that ghost ship came to a Titanic halt;
profit wails heard from ashore, cries of a Devil’s bargain
No fetter mystery —
in the land of inequality, democracy is our new captivity
That’s how we came to be
covered by Teutonic sand on Titanic land
Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.
I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in
a state of
disrepair.
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I
still need to find a job.
On coining an acronym for the neologism 'occult microaggresion'
'OM' is right,
But might get the Buddhists backs up....
OMA, WTAF? What about OMA?
Its German for granny, but I've no objection to teutonic geriatrics,
Unless they take hat tricks;
They can be surprisingly elastic -
Vorsprung durch plastic!
What's that you say, too bombastic?
I'll curtail the doggerel,
With a couple of matchsticks,
That used to work on the beatniks,
Although, Ginsberg could be slippery
When incensed by casual vivipiary,
'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by....
Sticklebricks' (sic).
It's such a minefield, this identity real politik;
As Trotsky said to Stalin:
'Josef Besarionis Jughashvili,
the proletariat can be real pricks',
And, as the Stranglers pointed out,
One of them finished him off with an ice pick!
But, as Galileo observed,
Maybe that's just the fate in store for bigoted denizens
Of this rotund and heliocentric
Planet; 'eppur si muove' he muttered,
And, although a trifle bucolic,
It seems a fitting epitaph for the Pisan melanancholic.
I apologise for this diatribe didactic,
The current pandemic has rendered me
in urgent need of a linguistic immunoelectrophoretic
When Heidi Klum
Only the secrets of nights enveloping
Could hear the whisper
Heavy breath gasping
Heady whimper murmuring
The lover’s touch
A purring black panther
Set all at once to devour her
In tender mouthfuls
Of the Teutonic fruit
The flush of blond
And flare pink-rimmed nostrils
Heidi’s lips shivered
On sensual words uttered
Had she ever known such a brute of tenderness
Such dexterous intonations
Of his finger tips
Fire by a language inscribed on his tongue
She softly moaned…….
“C.h.r.i.s…s…s”.
And coil un-twine to the heat of flesh
She tore the night from sleeping swans
And ragged by her arching back
To a lover of such brute tenderness
She scavenged each caress
In a German poem that made the night blush
For surrender
While the ceaseless wave took her
On the dark velvet of his skin
The beauty she was; held forever
In the press embrace of his moonlit shoulders
Such a lover she had never known
A purring black panther devours
When Heidi Klum
There are things in this world that,
no one can explain or completely understand.
The human ego believes that it knows everything or will…
eventually.
Over a century ago, humankind knew that,
there would never be people living in space…
perhaps they’ve deluded themselves
into thinking that there are?
They knew that nuclear energy would be easily controlled;
perhaps they only dreamed of nuclear meltdowns?
There’s no question about fracking; drilling into the Earth’s crusty rock,
can’t possibly affect the shift of the…Teutonic plates…its absurd!
Why would any intelligent person think that it would cause earthquakes?
Volcanoes don’t erupt; they just boil forever.
Satellites don’t fall from the sky onto houses and neither do airplanes.
Man can build the perfect, automatically-controlled airplane or ship;
even a self-driven car.
They’ll all function perfectly because, a human being created them.
The Titanic was a bad dream.
The Costa Concordia, a myth;
nothing built by human ego can,
possibly be…imperfect…can it?
Humankind is a fallible mechanism; making mistakes,
getting sick, enduring malfunctioning organs.
It stands to reason that, anything built by humankind;
could and would potentially, fail. Forever incapable of creating the perfect machine;
humans must eventually, accept that fact.
The Flowers of Fall
On the road to Bolequeime on the way to
the German supermarket that sells proper Teutonic sausages
autumnal blossom flowers sit on white plastic chairs
high heels and shorts
Sometimes a car stops, no, not the man in a white van
usually, it is a big car with dark windows a business man on
The way to the office. A quick blow-jobs nothing much else
to do in a car and no need to undress.
The flowers have water which they drink from after a job
in this line of work, no one smells the roses
They used in the summer gone look exotic on the beach and
clubs but only pensioners are here now and they walk
slowly in the sand, so they trek inland like beautiful weed by
the roadside and the dust of passing cars.
The roses look nice in falls light if you remember what love is
you’ll not find it here by the verge they only sell despondency