My son threw a tirade
At the parade
He rolled on the floor
In the grocery store
He made quite a loud fuss
On the bus
I said I’ve had quite enough
No more guff!
written January 17, 2022
Categories:
final solution, child, engagement, father son,
Form: Light Verse
And so the soup’s, coming to a boil
Very difficult, not to get embroiled
Rumour has it, Hitler’s on the rise
Goose stepping, in poetic disguise
Jackboots kick open, doors of rhyme
Acrostics embed, swastikas sublime
Vaxxers accused, of a new blitzkrieg
Covid deniers, offer vapid intrigue
Enigma encoded, in sonnets of fear
Lady Haw Haw, sobs crocodile tears
All together poets, salute Sieg Heil!
Conspiracy theories, jabs are on trial
Contagious haikus, causing upset
Biden instigating, everyone’s death
God’s gone paranoid, so we’re told
Playing both sides, to steal our souls
Armband stars, equal covid passes
Monoku writers, killing the masses
Limericks are evil, piled full of poop
No place for crap jokes, tainting soup
Poets reincarnated, in nom de plume
Childish dark magic, one has assumed
So do ends, always justify the means
In war and pandemic, mania’s routine
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
final solution, abuse, allusion, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
First the sounds were voices self-confined
Like distant whispers pricking at his mind
And he, confused could scarcely reason them
Nor question whether source he might consign
Then they tolled like death-bells in his head
And he thought how right were they who said
There are none to cipher, knowing him
He would much the better off be dead.
Next they came as friends bestowing only good
And havened him about as one protecting should
With white, sterile walls to explicate his whim
And think that he will come to rest in solitude.
discovered July 24, 2021
Categories:
final solution, death, mental illness, suicide,
Form: Free verse
Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch
And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)
Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, America, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, evil, grave
Categories:
final solution, america, betrayal, corruption, death,
Form: Verse
This child cannot go on
the abuse from an arm so strong
there’s nothing verbal about this
only the pain from everything so wrong.
How does one measure happy
how wide does the smile have to be
there’s nothing in her life but darkness
his ray of sunlight is that the key?
He kisses her goodbye in the mornings
a decent job an executive on the top floor
but it is the nights that fashion his illusions
he says coming home to his little whore.
He stops off at the local bar
everyone knows he cannot cope
staggers home full of alcohol
crosses himself in the hall to the pope.
This child cannot go on
the abuse from an arm so strong
she pleads every night for forgiveness
for being born hanging around too long.
There is a path she’s read about
of peace to the body and mind
goodbye to you my father she says
i’m sorry for being so blind.
© Harry J Horsman 2017
Categories:
final solution, abuse, suicide,
Form: Rhyme
How did this happen?
Only a year ago...
Laughing, loving, living. Sudden
Occupation by men with evil intent.
Cast into boxcars like animals.
Assaulted and beaten by soldiers.
Unable to stand, to move, to think.
Selection.
Time ends.
Categories:
final solution, holocaust,
Form: Acrostic
A couple of generations ago,
people were the victims of genocide.
Into concentration camps they would go.
By the hundreds of thousands, they all died.
The most atrocious events we would know.
With evidence, they could not be denied.
I was not around when such evil took place.
I’m glad I did not live in this time and space.
Categories:
final solution, death, history, war,
Form: Ottava rima
If I have inconvenienced you
My sorrow knows no bound
Trust I had the best intention
Yet knew not what to do
To rest your feet on solid ground
Now I cringe in mortal fear
Awaiting your inspection
Punishment for payment due
Secrets to be found
Destroy me with your final strike
Drown me in our tears
Surface glares upon reflection
Will destroy you too
In silence our solution's sound
Categories:
final solution, warme,
Form: I do not know?
Thousands were selected.
In each country, hunted and arrested.
Hatred so extreme. Genocide the theme.
Mass extermination, old, young and sick.
Into the pit.
Sons and daughters, like your own.
Gassed and burnt, down to the bone.
Slaughter of a human race.
Because, a type of face.
Naked en mass, waiting for the gas.
What a way to die!
Unable to breath or cry.
Vomit, blood and gore.
They are no more.
Comments
I have had lots of feedback on this poem.
Mostly, they comment on Hitler being
the cause, I think that the whole German race
was responsible. The clouds of smoke from the ovens
covered all of Europe. The smell of burnt flesh was
everywhere. All of Germany combined to carry
out this enormous task.
Categories:
final solution, death, sorry, sympathy,
Form: Epitaph