Will Putin listen?
Siberia gulags glisten
Hysteria seeds myopia
Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia
Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia
Impassioned stock shock rationed
Shepherd & flock fashioned
Russian roulette yet again
Ukraine disdain cam-pain
Vladimir fears
Scurrilous sneers
Mutinous jeers
Career nadirs
Dissident disappears
Old school kidology
Muscovite cruel mythology
Satellite strewn astrology
Fossil fuel fool geology
Ideology without apology
Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology
Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology
I still didn't get my share from life,
I will not stop fighting until I die.
I will write lot of poem looks like,
Who read remember name of my.
If my ancestors spirit support to me,
From every my poem smell of Kazakh left.
If there is a generation,
That truly love nation,
He will take that letter to the future kept.
A good word is remembered for a long time.
The poem is memorized the same way might.
Someone is grumbled,
Someone is kind,
The future will separate black and white.
Until you enter the bosom of the warm earth,
I made the poem my duty as best way yet.
Mother tongue preserves the whole nation,
Nations without a language
are being completely destroyed.
What profit if you don't understand that?
What profit if do you think yourself then?
No one beat you on the front can't,
If you respect your mother tongue.
You are always precious in your homeland,
You can talk and understand each other.
Let's talk only in the mother tongue!
Otherwise easy to get lost with land of father.
Ukraine, Crimea made me thinking,
We are regret if do not understand this.
My mother tongue today is blinking,
I'm still squealing as a sparrow screech.
How many Friends Have You Now?
How many friends have you now?
How many write you everyday
Say they are sorry and their nation will pay?
How many have apologised?
How many have realised?
How their relatives have taken part?
Shot your countryman in the heart?
Raped your women and tortured your men?
How many are distressed?
How many digress and never mention
The killing brought by their country’s intervention?
Called you a bandelaro to your face
Said that they want to extinguish your race?
How many have visited with flowers?
Cried with you for hours?
How many begged your forgiveness?
Showed their true friendship, through their stress?
How many have knocked your door?
None, as I can see
None smatree (Russian for see)
None held your hand
Begged they didn’t understand
Many apologised and relished victory in their eyes
Saw an easy win,
gloated through the Crimea sin.
Friends have borders too
These are no friends of you.
David Cox 11/06/23
two islands and dynamite
There are two islands in the stream, one is big
and called the new island the other is small and
called the old island, the pair is linked to a bridge.
I crossed the bond to see my girlfriend, who lived
on the old island, in a shack, all houses were shacks
the fishermen lived there in suitable poverty.
I knocked on the door that cracked, letting out
a light which was good, the steps to the house were
made off rough unfriendly stones.
Her mother opened I didn’t like her smelling of beer
she had three teeth left and spoke like a whistle.
She hated me for being a cook at a tourist hotel
work she thought was for skulkers men with soft
hands incapable to do a proper job, like fishing
mackerel for a living.
She has gone with her new boyfriend on his boat
he is a skipper, to Denmark, and with that,
she slammed the door shut.
On the news, a bridge crossing Crimea to Russia
has been blown up; when I crossed the bridge to get
to the new island, I thought of doing something
in that vein, but having no knowledge of dynamite
I let it pass.
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
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
Putin's just started World War Three
though if anyone had thought to ask me
You could see it coming back in 2008
when he rolled over Georgia, then sat back to wait
And the world stamped and shouted
before leaving the poor Georgians to fate
When Putin's little green men invaded Crimea
six years later, you got the idea
Now part of Russia, Crimeans are glad
to travel freely to Moscow and Petrograd *
As for Ukraine, Putin's stepped up his game
invaded with tanks and missiles, fire and flame
What's next are the Baltics and probably Poland
That's when World War Three will really get rollin'
Meanwhile, China's got Taiwan in her sights
She's stripped citizens there of all civil rights
To halt the war, what will Biden and Harris do
Will sanctions save even one life ~ let alone two?
_____________________________________________
*Petrograd is the former name of what is now the city
of Stalingrad... Crimeans no longer have to bribe Russian
sentries at border crossings just to enter the country.
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
To understand is Vladimir
That he might lives mar
And when it gets to shooting
I shall be shouting “Putin!”
Tactlessly commencing a conflict
That would injuries inflict
And as tactlessly amassing a train
Of soldiers who are dead to pain.
Wonderful is The Brain:
A time to use it by Ukraine;
Where’s the Canaan in Crimea
That to other land makes it creamier?
At the door John F. Kennedy knocks,
When negotiation another blocks.
The Russians are coming
Skiers complain it is too cold, most of them are from the cold country
is the frost in China different than say, Scandinavia?
A newspaper gleefully telling us there fewer spectators this time
then in the Olympic last time, I think this tittle-tattle has to do with
infantile reports looking to throw some China’s way.
The war that didn’t happen and are not going to cover the front
pages of Europe, one senses they are willing a war against Russia.
Crimea was not annexed by Russia, there was a vote in favour
of being a part of that country, which is natural since most people
living in Crimea are Russians; this is a no brainer.
I so do dislike I. Phones; bills are sent to the phone nothing on paper
my phone is blocked because I let the battery run flat
Now they ask for my code to open the bloody phone who in
their does right mind remember a code?
Meanwhile, the sporting people continue to chase gold in Pequin.
I sense a feel of panic in the air
As if the Ark is not quite waterproof
I wonder if we’d welcome Tony Blair
To the poor this life was rarely fair
But now it seems unreal, is it a spoof?
I sense a piece of Putin in the air
I am looking in the mirror at my hair
It looks like Boris Johnson’s but more louche
I wonder if we’d dye old Tony Blair’s
The Russian wolf is licking his rich fur
He’s happy Britain’s weakened with fake truth
I feel a sense of monsters near, oh dear.
Putin won his Trump with that strange hair
Now it’s cyber warfare on the hoof
Will he soon take Leave from Tony Blair?
The Russians in Crimea are still there
The Ukraine weeps because we did not care
I sense a feel of Russia in the air
I wonder if they’ll fragment us and tea
When the imperial waves
came rushing in,
century after century upon
kneel capitulation
The khanate carnage
was pale tears
in a vassal vale devastating —
What a Caucasus burial field
O how those royal tributaries
ever thus did yield!
From Alupka to Perekop,
the blue wails
flowed Karusu upward
As the peasant pain
always settled bosom below
Crimea river
Khanate time after conqueror time,
pauper tears would
echo overflow
from the princely tributaries
Many streams of misery
poured forth
out of Crimea river grief
From Kerch to Donuzlav ...
from Kaffa to Eupatoria,
the cerulean cries
flowed into an
empty crimson sky
Crimea river, baleful so Salgir wide —
This was Al'ma where
the Circassian heart of freedom died
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.
Arose a man of might and sleight
From the Russian heartland
He gives the world quite a fright
His name: Vladimir Putin
First he conquered Georgia
Then he took Crimea
He's a foothold in Iran and Syria
Soon he'll have Venezuela
He charmed the pants off Mr. Bush
Obama fell hard for him too
He's very close with Donald Trump
He'll lure the next President too
What's he after, you may ask
Is it world domination
The West doesn't know what he wants
~ His strategy is flirtation
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.
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