Jackboots Poems | Examples

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
                    a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride 
                                to juicy jukebox jabbering 
in jackal jackboots 
                         from nearby jungle 
                     
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating 
                                  jambalaya to justify a 
                             juggled juxtapositional 
jurisdiction jamming 
       as jugular vein jingled jewels 
joyfully jauntily jaywalking 
                 to a jay named Jim Jolly ! 

Onward he jumped to a 
                                   Jungian junction 
              Jupiter jocund watching his 
 journeying joints
              journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit 
                            or jeweller jiggled this job

So he jerked his jess 
                          like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the 
                           next jangle of jasmine 
 
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin 
           though sometimes Mr Hyde
                   with jeroboam swirling alongside !

Forever Free

  May America and Israel forever be free
    from sea to shining sea
       ~ of Nazis

  And should either country find itself drowning
    in an ocean of jackboots and hate
  May there be a reckoning and accounting

Take a Stand For Freedom

Take heed,  poet friends, you too, may be taken from your house.
Your money, your children, your lives maybe by our current 
government be sought.
Oh, those chilling words, “Your children are ours”
You must fight….your lives nor theirs, cannot be bought”
This is time to awake, fight back now, you are not the 
Federal government’s mouse!

Control and fear, these are their narratives, carried by fake 
news.
A new viral disease is always en route!
Vaccines administered by sources.
Commanded by elected, killer ,jackboots!

The American flag, unbelievably, gets little or
no respect.
We are being neutered, too and killing the unborn 
is out right?
Of course, since so many lost their souls, they chant,
murder for those who cannot fight!

This poetess prays for us all, that none of our lives
be taken.
And that God sees that no country, under His care, 
be ever forsaken.
   
                      8/20/2022
                        ~2~

Bird Black

Blackbirds singing in jackboots

Women freshening and powdering 
in the Men's room

A child is born without square eye's
and cell phone permanently attached
to it's inner ear

Traversing footsteps under a star
with both maternal loving married
parents expectantly awaiting a
cradle beside

Waning Luna quarter moon tide 
lapping in and out the countryside

Clotting blood splattered indiscriminately
outside the chalk line box

A hairdresser shearing blonde locks
off for a charitable cause or donation
appeal

A doctor delivering a terminal diagnosis

Whilst in the other room a child is born
and miraculous life saving medical
procedure is being performed

Not the Final Solution

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

You Can Go Anywhere From Here

But you might not go
in exactly the way you might expect.
All you have to do
is think outside the box.
Step around obstacles
and open up your eyes.

The mind-police are everywhere now,
tapping your phone,
scanning your e-mails,
sifting your dumpster,
maybe even watching you from space.
Just remember that they can
imprison you in a virtual cage
of intrusion and surveillance,
but your mind remains free
(if you still know how to use it).
Jackboots echo in the halls,
while the whole world cowers in horror.

If you believe in freedom,
if you believe in conservation,
if you believe in right, not right-wing,
if you believe in justice,
if you believe in hope,
if you believe in goodness,
don't forget to vote,
don't forget to dream --
and avoid small aircraft 
in election cycles.

Splashing Paint On a Canvas

Splashing paint on a canvas
   Is that visual art?
   Does it constitute anything resembling design?

A huge swastika as a backdrop 
for an Israeli Jew crushing a 
Palestinian Arab baby under 
one of his jackboots -- in a cartoon
               in a picture, in a film
   Is that art?
   Is there any redeeming value in it?

And what constitutes creativity?
Filming a series of loud farts, made
by breaking wind or by pumping one's
underarms against one's sides  
   What is creative about that?
   Is there anything new created? 

Filming the strewing of the rancid contents
of a dumpster over a marble ballroom floor
   Is that creative?
   What on earth does it create?

And is there anything new under the sun?
   "What has been is what will be, and
    what has been done is what will be
    done again, and there is nothing new
    under the sun"  (Ecclesiastes 1:9)  



         February 19, 2019
 Entry in "Creativity in Visual Arts" contest
        Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Where Is America Going

Where do the naysayers and wall-builders come from
Do they imagine their ancestors were spontaneously 
Dropped here one day, white of skin, superior of being
Did no one’s father or grandfather have to struggle
Through a winter, hungry and praying their babies
Would live to see the coming spring…or bury them
Did no wall-builder’s ancestral Grandmother sicken
With some hideous disease and die in her marital bed
How self-righteous we have become that we do not
Rise up and with our own American hands and tear asunder
Any wall that keeps another living being from a chance
To thrive and survive and make a new life for themselves
Separating children from their parents, leaving them
Frightened and fear-filled is beyond the realm of decency
Of any nation that is as advanced as ours is today
Consider a man who would punish an entire nation with
Shutting down their very government, just to get his way

Jackboots are sounding, America…will the swaztika 
Take the place of Old Glory

Dead Men Tale

We're hit, we're hit!! serge!
The thing goes skrrrahh pap pap ka-ka-ka
Skibiki-pap-pap and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom

The whole platoon has been cut off
The entire platoon has been wiped off
Company merit has fallen short of mercy

Thanks to our helmet that houses our shattered skull
Our brain like rocks chilling the red wine
You taught us how to kill

But how not to kill you never told us
Kaboom kaboom the bullets bounce from head to head
Beneath the shrapnel we're trapped and hit
For freedom had we not crave?

Now freedom is ours
From loath-like froth we flee
Now together we dance to the
Tune of Earth jackboots 
heavily placed on our skeleton

My enemy, come and let dance 
while the living Fight till our resurrection


®snowflakes 2018

Not a Gumboot In Sight

If you wander into your local school or preschool,
What are the odds of spotting even a single pair of gumboots,
And does it matter if you find none.

If you think it no,
Then fast forward to their teenage years,
Look at  how many are wearing Jackboots,
And not giving two hoots about anything,
Unless it is connected to the virtual world,
Then give me the answer that matters.

Having never been without a pair of gumboots,
Splashing in puddles second nature,
Rain no obstacle when I wish to walk or sing.
A mud pie making king,
Dry socks always in stock,
Adventures all year round,
Never bored,
Always grateful,
To mum and Dad,
For giving me the right kind of boots.

For those without gumboots,
There may yet be hope,
If enough letters go to the Minister of Education,
In favor of Gumboots being part of school uniforms,
So, once again the sound of children splashing through puddles can be heard,
And teenagers can once again be seen wearing the right kind of boots,
For life in the real world.

But Seriously

But seriously
Jackboots shiny black  
Uniforms black they come
Cold dark devilish nights
With black hearts they come 
Open the door  move!

We submit no rights
They are feared, SS	
My father’s eyes distress
Where you taking us can’t we choose ?
Shut up you are just Jews

Move like cattle get on the train 
Swiftly on ignore the pain
My mom defiant couldn’t tame her
Me!  I knew next stop,  gas chamber

What's that smell ?
Fear! no hope just hell
But seriously, who can ever forget!

30/1/2017

Limericks Crochetes: Once a Cardsharp Comic Called Don Dump

Limericks crochetés: Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump

Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump
Made father’s money jump during slump
Dreamed of ruling this earth
Joined campaign (in) stand-up mirth
Made people laugh without using trump.

He played to the gallery hirsute
Soon his jokes turned sauerkraut through soot
Before long they cried : Heil !
Jackboots clicked, people wail
In goose-step, give : Sieg ! Heil ! salute.

Moral : « Listen not to funny man Dump !
Migrants all know how to scale wall jump.
Ten million there love US
Minus some (who) think like louse !
Live not solipsistic world on rump ! »

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2016

A New Walk On Old Feet

in stranger shoes I amble forth
each print of sole measured by size of fit
heaven forbid i might one day break step
place foot in virgin earth
to wear ones own path 
on earth and sole
unfettered by bonds of accepted gaits
but I must
I must rattle my cage
loosen the ties
kick off my cumbersome designer jackboots
and sally forth barefoot...
If even just once in a while
even momentarily
even just imagine so

Quiet Time

What i see is light
in this world of darkness.
what i find is glow
in this land of gloom.
what i feel is warmth
in this place of cold.

with the approach of night
the dark hides in the trees.
at dawn`s foot-falls
the birds betray my despoiled ecosystem,
in the eye of them that wrecked it.


but a noise of my voice is heard.
morning by morning 
my lips ever scream their songs.

yesterday the jackboots resounded
upon my shores.
i too have borne the distraught
of cold whispers.

but more horrible is the stare 
in the eye of the global village.

in this passing world
where tommorrow prepares the path 
in silence and holy quiet,
i too havefound a song;
....a most solemn song

Turn.

You!have turned a CROSS of simple hope into some kind of SWASTIKA joke!
you spurned sandals of protection into jackboots for vandals of destruction.
you were blessed by your pope!and the patriarch of jewish dope!
with those arabs you made emperors,using loose change from the templars!
you turned towards the latest threat and burnt the hordes of soviets!
like Jericho!you turn to Berlins walls!now you strike inwards for the final fall!
now all states!towns!and home!plows the devastated rounds on tv,s or phones!
You sit upon the throne of a pharaohs dream!to choose a BUTTON?HALO?..a scream?

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