Engels and his comrade Karl Marx
Cite the fight with rich greedy sharks
Tight with hoarded dough!
Their manifesto
Notes the bloat that floats oligarchs
Categories:
engels, jobs, social, society,
Form: Limerick
My freshman reading list is
Thomas Payne, Marx, Engels, Lenin, Trotsky
The prof is not one to pitschky-potschky
The leaders to be studied will be
Elijah Muhammed, Stalin, Castro, Marx, and Xi
I wonder why A.H. is an absentee
O, I get it -- Good things come in fives
USA, Russia, China, Cuba and Syria
Nazi Germany too busy taking lives
Looking forward to an action-packed semester
in this new course called ~
'Proud Traditions of our Ancestors'
Categories:
engels, education, leadership, political, pride,
Form: Rhyme
Marx
Engels
Lenin
Trotsky
Stalin
Mao Zedong
''The Great American Reset''
(A March Into Hell)
Categories:
engels, anger,
Form: Free verse
Marx and Engels wrote their words,
proclaimed them out ‘next step,’
then stepped upon one hundred million
corpses they left lying dead.
People, they will not work without pay,
even for the good of society,
it was clear back then as it is now,
their words can’t survive reality.
Aziz blazed bright with Allah’s will,
and wrote Shariah into the laws,
but the young ones listened to pop,
and the western movies, they saw.
Aziz got mad and declared that it
“was God’s will, all must see!”
Still people drank and sang out loud,
such idea can’t survive reality.
Freddy was a very peaceful man,
a Ghandi-type, who turned the cheek,
but when he found his daughter forced
revenge he went to seek.
And though he knew beating them
was weakness and fragility,
as he watched them fall he knew that no
fancy words could survive reality.
The professor once knew every school
that thought deep on profound things,
He could lecture on Plato, Buddha, Confucius,
to the table all views he could bring.
Then one day he quit to go flip burgers,
at a food cart down by the sea,
when friends asked him why he only said
“No philosophy survives reality.”
Categories:
engels, how i feel, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
About an hour later she slipped
Yuri Andropov into the conversation:
*“I have to drop off a blouse at the dry cleaners.”*
Suddenly it was May Day &
I’m back in Red Square,
Dwarfed beneath larger than life
Lenin, Engels & Marx mug shots.
Inter-continental ballistic lorry loads
Roll past the reviewing stand, while
Geezer Reds in Ushanka fur hats,
Soused on *Stoli,* reeking of borscht,
Chain-smoke cheap Soviet Belomors.
I share these thoughts, handing
Mrs. Khrushchev the car keys.
Having cowered herself in terror,
Having ducked & covered many
Burial promises & shoe-pound threats,
She gives me a tired babushka smirk.
We are conjugal Cold Warriors,
Both weary now, creeping up on 70,
Skirmishes & brinksmanship behind us.
Tolerant of each other at last;
Lukewarm *détente* between us.
Categories:
engels, america, angst,
Form: Blank verse
Every People bears a mouth and two hands,
No one born with mouths and single hand,
Feeding all people time to time is divine no disputes,
People trust on God but fail to know his actions is the dispute,
Starving turned into the worst of death,Malthus feared,
Malthus forgot-divine,God's plans and his two own hands,
People born not only to consume and wait for next meal,
People born also to toil and to make,Engels,challenged,
Hunger is a magic, put down some thrones of kings,
Hunger is an illness for which still tracing a cure,
The food in one plate enough to consume for Two,
The food in two plates enough to consume for two by two,
The food in four plates enough to intake Four by two,
Tiny black ants creeping beneath stones remain survive,
Eating peanuts like for God feeding each and every live,
But no good owns,owned by God is the truth all to believe!
Categories:
engels, appreciation, food, god,
Form: Free verse
IN NEDERLANDS
lieve liefde,
je bent de ster in mijn hemel
je bent minj maan.
Je bent de vreugde die in de ochted komt.
Je bent mijn wereld
je bent mijn leven.
Ik aanbib u.
Ik houd van you Meneer E.O.P!!!!
ENGELS VERSION
Dear love,
you are the star in my sky
you are my moon.
You are the joy that comes in the morning.
You are my world
you are my life.
I adore you.
I love you Mr.E.O.P!!!!
Categories:
engels, love,
Form: ABC
Happens every day- WHAT? Confrontation
‘A’ism Vs. ‘B’ism- ‘X’ ism Vs. ‘Y’ism
Thesis- Antithesis; synthesis- isn’t it consummate?
Nothing exist called anachronism!
Conflict; is the child and also father
She is no Marx; Engels or Lenin oh folk!
Pacific community is her one desire
She’s not only red; also a capitalist bulk
But, her much tilted eyebrows; heavy eyelids
Wet cheeks- red eyeballs
Desert- drought suffered those lips
Through eye lashes acidic rain falls
Blood stains; she stares at how bad they scent
Sursum corda so that this ugly color may faint
Categories:
engels, conflict, confusion,
Form: Sonnet