A Synogogue in flames, and the hate..Whats all this in
Australia mates? Live and let flourish is what I know
The older generations taught me so.' Strong work
Ethics; and time for your brother, not this 'clockwork destructive'
Well..? That belongs to others.!! The jackboot crowd clad
In hugo boss, facades of order, thin veneer some gloss..
No doubt self-haters.) Devoid of love; acting with satan the
Hand in their glove..Yet things can be turned.' Things can
Be better, follow the spirit of Love, not the dark rules letter
You were told 2020 (and not my me!) there is no law just
Made up rules you see.!! Those born of the spirit, can break
All chains' in Christ is freedom ( its real simple and plain.)
Sisters and brothers if you wish 'truly to live' step away from all fear, reach for the stars now, His greater gifts are so near.!
Categories:
jackboot, appreciation, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.
Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.
Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.
Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.
Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.
For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.
Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.
Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.
Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.
Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.
Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.
Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.
Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.
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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half
Categories:
jackboot, silly,
Form: Monoku
Dark to black and beaten skin to living bone.
Chosen by name and marked by birth.
You hang me, cajole me and yellow badge me.
You segregate, strip and stick me. Jackboot,
shoot and gas me, but most of all you humiliate
me. You denigrate my living soul
A nation of teutons, with stiff arms and
hearts fired with ice and faux compassioned
isolation. You, who possess the freedom to hate
without reproach are abhorred, like the
craven lice you name me to be
Now, free from your chains, I rise up. And,
without trial, I beat you with relish and hang you
with my revenge-filled heart. Is this not a
reasonable crime? Will my peers turn away an
understandable eye? Where does my revenge end
and your piety-ridden justice begin?
You, sat in your smug-filled homes, wearing your
warm coats and smoking your dollar-cancered cigars,
eating your belly-filling beliefs. Drinking with your
full-sized families while reading through your
victory-fogged lenses.
I am hungry and I shall be fed. But I; I shall feed upon
dead beliefs and drink without a full-sized family.
Categories:
jackboot, dark, hate, jewish, racism,
Form: Free verse
A Spring afternoon racing marathon miles -
a crowd thick with families, runners and smiles,
shocked and bloodied by the burst of bomb’s twin blast
decimating the thrill of the finish line to be passed,
forever marking the moment when we collectively cried
as innocents were bloodied, were damaged, and died.
When roar of crowds and victories cheers
turn to blistered rage and painful tears -
when a moment where valiant struggles end
is broken by flesh as it burns and rends -
then the flash of a coward’s malicious act
highlights a city’s strength as fact.
And in the drifting smoke’s noxious gloom -
instead of the terror the heinous act assumes,
the fire that burns in every patriot’s breast
ignites heroism in the strongest and the best,
driving moments of humanity and heart
that refuse to allow us to be torn apart.
A tradition that’s lived more than a hundred years
will outlive a moment of a madman’s fears.
A city that has known two centuries of time,
its citizens stronger than any single act of crime,
will never bow down to the jackboot of fear –
the race will see a lot more runners next year.
Categories:
jackboot, april, horror, loss, murder,
Form: Rhyme
How I recall empathic tastes
Of winter frost,
And the bite of winds that railed against
The trees,
Dispersed with such unease
The deafening cries of those
Who loved and lost.
Mimicking in their jackboot stance
Upon the shore,
In the veil of mist, a carpet rolling in
The dawn,
The kettle whistle so forlorn,
The silenced tongues of those
Who loved no more.
Categories:
jackboot, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Verse
They slipped their chains and spread their brains
On walls of bricks and mortar,
Bared their teeth in their belief,
Prepared themselves for slaughter.
Howled aloud in the smoke and cloud
That prowled the streets and alleys,
The sounds they made in their parade
Echoed down the valleys.
They shed their blood in crimson flood,
It stained the roads and gutters,
And people hid and crossed themselves
Behind their doors and shutters.
The gunfire cracked and bodies stacked
As one fell on the other,
When it was done and lived there none,
Each sister mourned each brother.
The sun it rose, diseased and froze
Out on a wracked horizon,
The jackboot bastards drank their fill
And cried out: “What’s our poison!”
Black as soot on a winter night,
Thin with eyes red to the core,
The tourists armed with skulls and guns
Beheld the Dogs of Warsaw.
Torn like rags in a threshing mill,
Shapeless sprawl on a killing floor
Yet history will not forget
The butchered Dogs of Warsaw.
Categories:
jackboot, death, history, loss, people,
Form: Verse
Hearken - comes frost,
snow, comes hail;
comes
sounds - echoes, whispers,
soft post-mortem screams;
scalpel dripping
whines, hisses,
squealing smithereens;
silvery dust-blown
comes mouths, tongues,
shhhh! lips;
comes rhetoric, stigma,
dogma’s tarnished
catechism;
rust tainted; blood simple, comes
religion,
war,
death, comes
pain,
desperation,
despair, oh inhumanity.
Hearken - comes white noise,
slavery, autocracy
jackboot aetiology;
the nature of
the beast within
us all.
Categories:
jackboot, allegory, life, visionary,
Form: Blank verse