There is a persistent embrace,
a longing and a kissing,
a childlike giggling,
a free and predictable smile.
Life foresees every dawning,
foretastes every light ray,
foretells every essence,
forecasts every ambience.
Life proclaims every mountain top,
every sultry, tangled jungle,
every scorched and waterless desert,
every fathomless ocean floor.
Dreams are uncharted roadmaps,
virtual animated realities,
virtual luminous mysteries,
virtual unconscious answers.
When we are manhandled,
our humanity maligned,
our freedoms denied,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
When we flee the crackdown,
the masked, menacing Gestapo,
our imprisonment in foreign Gulags,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
For there is always a daybreak,
ever another awakening,
ever a perennial blossoming,
a season of conception.
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
The things of which we cannot speak
Make us become we cannot say
The thing brought back from yesterday
That praised the strong and crushed the weak
That thing whose name we cannot name
That fathers fought to keep at bay
The thing we thought had gone away
Now clothes our parliament in shame
Klaus Barbie made their king of spies
Elon von Braun their rocket man
Never more true American
A new Gestapo in disguise
As Gaza’s child lies in the waste-
land made by AngloSaxon bombs
From Mariupol and from Homs
The empire script is cut and paste
Old England sees a child as bad
And Gazan children were the worst
For pious butchery they thirst
In sanctimonious garments clad
We stretch barbed wire around our hearts
We tar the untermensch with lies
O Ichabod! the prophet cries
From you the glory now departs
Cruel and inhuman songs they sang
Again the human turned cyborg
London is come to Nuremberg
And from her ropes shall rulers hang
Python Constrictor of communications, S.O.S., daemon of funding, resources. Causing alternative views to go blurry, in your face blues. Tourniquet the throats, the pumping of life-blood of the resistance. Cowardly snake in the grass . Do the bidding of your Masters who oppose humanity.
Diabolical Deathsnake, squeeze the lemons in to your Gazpacho of compliance, bon appetite courtesy of online chef de Communist Cuisine, Gestapo.
Then solidify as petrified constellation. Join the ranks of Algol and Yutu, Youtube.
Arid, unforgiving sift of desert,
silicone electrode fissures
geo-bones DNA of sand_shift
Worm rises up to suck the essence dry
Surveillance, Shadow banning, Civil-,-War,
Ministry of Truth, Gestapo
The pontiff and I
Finally, the pope left, I saw him leave in a helicopter, dressed
in fetching white, his bishops wore black dresses with red stripes like the Norwegian Gestapo wore during the war.
They say 1.5 million people came to his venues, where did
pilgrims go for a pee?
It has been hot today, the sun knowing it has nothing to lose
shines with the utmost brutality not taking any prisoner.
Bodies under the trees, in the avenue, neglected old people dying in their beds, their broods, have gone to the beach
The heat makes people egocentric.
The pope said, when in a lyrical mood “he is a surfer riding on a wave of love.” Not bad for an old man about my age.
The vicar of Christ doesn't worry about breakfast tomorrow
still, I think it is a hard life living in a golden fish bowl.
He sucked the thin tube inward
pulling the smoke into his lungs
until the tip glowed fiercely.
Hot lemon tea,
lean body, coiled
on an abdominal spring.
He spoke:
“A Gestapo Officer
was searching – hunting.
He found us backed against a wall
in a small attic.
The pig had papers, orders -
he kicked the door down
thinking that he alone would catch us.
The arrogant butcher gloated for a moment
until we shattered his head with a brick.
It was over in moments.
Some dug his eyes from their sockets,
the women went for his manhood,
he died in lumps and pieces.”
A long pause, as Mr. Kasowski
took another slow pull,
and a sip of lemon tea.
“Be a good boy Johnny.
and pray to gentle Jesus”, he said,
“but when they come for you,
be a wolf.”
They came from Germany after the Great War
Settling in South Australia they made a life and more
But Germany changed when they were away
And the Nazis came to power and held sway
Some of these Germans were persuaded by Hitler
To join the party for the New World Order
Included in these people was a Gestapo Johannes Becker officer
Who reported back to Nazi Germany with an information store
When the Second World War commenced
These people were rounded up and fenced
So they spent the war in these places
And some sent back to Germany without grace
And some who stayed in Australia
To put away their Nazi paraphernalia
Left to remember when they were Nazi members
Whilst the rest of us put out the war embers.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Even cartoon characters must go Woke?
Guess Tinsel Town must be broke ?
Close all the churches, why, yes!
There is no sin anymore, I sadly, guess.
The only sin is, if you dare to think...
If you are not Woke, you frankly,stink!
On sites, you dare express yourself?
You get insulted and set on a shelf.
Get out the Woke Gestapo Uniforms.
Out to destroy anyone not going along.
You and your poetry,hated to the max.
How dare you not follow every Woke fact?
At this site, nary a tribute for you!
Just insulted in poetry,for you being you.
There is a killer pandemic here called hate.
Please keep being you, for such is your
outstanding, yet loathed fate!
8/14/2021
10am PST
State terrorism still exists with Gestapo police invading our privacy.
The state of fear and spying defies the constitution.
What is the resolution?
Immunity for all?
Stand up with this revolution.
Find a solution to their illegitimate proceedings.
While they drink from their chalice with greed in power of religious abuse.
Grinning with malice.
Discriminatory misuse.
Condemnation, of this complication.
Leaves everyone with inflammation from your infiltration.
He sucked the thin tube inward
pulling the smoke into his lungs
until the tip glowed fiercely.
Warm lemon tea,
lean body
coiling
on an abdominal spring.
“A Gestapo Officer
was searching – hunting.
He found us backed against a wall
in a small attic room.
He had papers and orders.
Arrogant in his power
he broke down the door.
He thought he alone could catch us.
He gloated only for a moment,
until fear shattered his face.
We tore him apart with our bare hands.
It was over in moments.
Some tore and bit at his neck,
some dug his eyes from their sockets.
The women went for his manhood.
I will never forget the surprise on his face
as he died in lumps and pieces.”
A long pause, as Mr. Jaworski
took another slow pull,
and another sip of lemon tea.
“Be a good boy Johnny.
and pray to gentle Jesus”, he said,
“but when they come for you,
be a wolf.”
The destroyer
We know the world has gone mad a chicken takes care of a puppy
while we drop bombs on children in Yemen
In Gaza, they celebrate Christmas with a rocket display from Israel.
we know there has been a turnaround we were afraid if Gestapo
while the Israeli are in full flow creating a new holocaust but of course
they will say they have the right to defend themselves
Hezbollah is bombed and shot at they are not shooting back for now
they will wait until Israel sink into abjection and the world will open
Its eyes and see what the murderous thugs have done.
And then it is time for Israel to drop the nuclear bomb the will
destroy themselves and all the evil they in a short time have created.
This world has become so depressing
cutting to the soul removing the rights of prayer
everyday listening to a gestapo styled media that tells nothing but lies
morning noon and night it speaks of nothing but misery
Under martial law pushing restriction after restriction
pandemic is the new scamdemic that poisons minds
turning neighbour against neighbour removing peaceful living
Chaos you are the virus silencing the truth from speaking
war is declared on those whom choose to live life in faith
this new age has put their beliefs squarely on a piece of fabric
God be merciful to us all as many characters have become judgemental
they talk like the voodoo doctors that support the culture of death
twisted science has no place in society attacking our personal choice
the past repeats itself only under different tactics
Liberals are not Holy
they are wolves dressed up as sheep pretending to care
this is just another exercise in abusing human rights
Nothing has ever divided the USA this hard since the Civil War.
Mask or no mask? Adamantly for, adamantly against.
No middle standers.
Portland’s secret police – gestapo or necessary?
Why only “Democratic” cities? This is concerning.
We never had Republicans and Democrats this divided.
And I do not remember people generalizing them before.
One person tells me schools should open. This is ridiculous.
The next person says there is no way in the world they should be opened.
The figures on TV about the virus – some people say they are lies.
Other people say they are real.
The President – some love him others despise him. No middle ground.
I have never seen so many opinionated people in my life!
It is disconcerting, disheartening and divides us.
Let’s look for some common ground people.
What happened to the gray?
Everything is not black or white.
Only clowns had masks
And secret agents
Personae non grata
Disallowed from disguise
Now the Stasi and Gestapo
Of all nations denunciate
Those renegade souls
Who hide their screen
Blindfolded we justify
Judge and reprimand
Cushion our conscience
In self-righteousness
28th April 2020
He sucked the thin tube inward
pulling the smoke into his lungs
until the tip glowed fiercely.
Warm lemon tea,
lean body
coiling
on an abdominal spring.
“A Gestapo Officer
was searching – hunting.
He found us backed against a wall
in a small attic room.
He had papers and orders.
Arrogant in his power
he broke down the door.
He thought he alone could catch us.
Only for an instant did he gloat,
until fear shattered his face.
We tore him apart with our bare hands.
It was over in moments.
Some tore and bit at his neck,
some dug his eyes from their sockets.
The women went for his manhood.
I will never forget the surprise on his face
as he died in lumps and pieces.”
A long pause, as Mr. Jaworski
took another slow pull,
and another sip of lemon tea.
“Be a good boy,
and pray to gentle Jesus”, he said,
“but when they come for you,
be a WOLF.”
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