Long Behead Poems
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The plans had been laid
their dues had been paid
10,000 enraged Mexicans
heading north to behead Texans
For Texans had 'stolen their land'
almost two centuries ago
and with America looking weak as can be
Mexicans would not be denied liberty
The operation was seamless
50,00 Texans slain
Jubilation in Mexico's capital
Texas will be ours again!
All across the Spanish-speaking globe
supporters did rally
demanding millions more Texans die
in the name of justice, MLM, and DEI Mexican Lives Matter
But Texans fought back
they were not to be denied
Lone-star state soldiers headed south
for Texas they were ready to die
The world jeered and hooted
called Texans white racists and worse
Violence flared at every protest
Times were tense and terse ...
You may think all this a fantasy
and many with you would agree
But I am Jewish-Israeli
Mexico and Texas are Gaza and Israel
~ This is hard reality for my family and me
If only I could be five once more
With all the knowledge en wisdoms from distant shores
Oh what a time I would have
At only five, I would be a devilish lad
I would file tax returns just for fun
Only because I have no income
I would say five million I make
What do you think will be your take?
Let em collect from a five year old
The IRS would they be so bold?
Sure they would try, that I know
My name I would say is old Al Gore
I would eat ice cream all day
If mum said stop! Id say no way!!!!
I am only five once in a lifetime they say
So ice-cream is my right!!! For that I will fight!
I would eat cookies as meals
I am only five and not fat at all
I would eat all day and eat all night
Who the hell cares, I’ll be alright
I would fly to Las Vegas
And place bets on number five
I would date cocktail ladies
I show them five is alive
I would change my name
To Alice Cooper
And behead a few chickens
Just to be cool and scare off a few wiccans
I would buy me a bike a boat and a plane
So I could travel like Hefner and act insane
I'd have playboy bunnies, all wrapped in chocolate
Fantasies and dreams, I would swagger and strut
I would drink whiskey with cool aide cause I am only five
Happy hours I would have with hookers in dives
I would have a fake beard, so I appear six
I would listen to rock all night, ending with Styx
Donuts and Pizza, would be my daily fair
Hangovers and Playboy bunnies, why I know you’d all stare
Oh how evil I would be at this tender young age
Smoking cigars and playing the sage
Id rob me a bank for a million dollars
And spend it on Nintendo as I laugh and I holler
No way they would put a five year old in jail
Who cares anyways, you’d know I’d make bail!
Cause I would be only five
If my happiness rides black horse for joy,
But your sadness takes my horse a calm beast,
Just to create enough scenes to play it toy...
It's glaring all is but a shameless feast.
Against their will,
What God fulfill...
Through life's uphill,
Keeps my goodwill.
If my doubt runs like a white horse for trick,
But your assurance takes my horse a snail...
Just to make pressure fall on struggling prick,
It's time certain impossible to trail.
Against their trick,
What shame flick...
Through threats click,
Grace silent quick.
If my choice sings loudly against your will,
But your take peeps my voice to mime pure you,
Just to have same perspective to stand still...
It's odd your wit lonely bothers off clue.
Against their deal,
What evil conceal...
Through love's ordeal,
Mercy dare reveal.
If life is short of your expectation,
But your chances are to build others taste...
Just to avoid cheap discrimination,
It's shameful but weird, your life is a waste.
Against their hope,
What anxiety rope...
Through dainty scope,
Faith's trial cope.
If death is for all; yes, life is for none
But living your dream is all for yourself,
Just wasting fighting strength on useless fun...
It's nothing to complain luck against elf.
Against their head,
What rumours spread...
Through lies... instead;
Truth gladly behead.
So, just kindly fall in love with moment...
Not justly whole to timing adjustment.
On light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs
ting under the rising flames of sunlight,
alloy is stretched into ping-pong rhythms.
He arises, rolls off the side of comfort
For a moment tramples on himself
as if he had too much baggy skin.
Morning on the edge of a medium-sized city.
This summer
I will inflate or die, he thinks,
this late chiming morn,
I will behead habitual pretensions,
cast my anchored mind upon uncharted waters.
Minor keys ding as plated roofs tick and clack.
Those sounds’, he thinks, I can use somewhere -
After all, I am a poet
and do I not prattle and rattle when stirred?
31 Dec 2016 9:24 AM
The old year is waning and most are complaining about what a year it has been.
Corrupt politicians over dosed musicians and travesties of the executive pen.
Real men lost in wars while effeminates crying for more of what they did not earn.
Thieves and murders celebrated while humanitarians are arrested behead and burned.
Females wanting to be males and males wanting to be females Evil is called good and good is labeled evil.
The gospel is twisted and made a lie God is called the spaghetti monster in the sky while hell is compared as good and glory given to the devil.
These things were similar in Mosses day and God sent a flood and washed it away and now we have revived it again.
I am sad for society so backward and too blind to see. A fire is coming in its due time, to purge the world of this evil of men.
The 100 Year War
I rise
Mighty and strong
Armor plated and ready for battle
I shall behead the infidel
I shall conquer the evil doers
I am a warrior
Both great and bad
I am a warrior, and
I am sad
Tears fall upon my sword
I know not why
This great warrior why do I cry?
I can battle an army and rise the victor
Yet I can not rise out of me bed
I am sad and lethargic
I am weak in the knee
I am depressed
To much sadness in me
Lovers a plenty
Conquered lands and treasures
I have it all
Yet the sadness invades
The depths of me soul
I give my heart to all that I love
I feed the poor
From the spoils of my wars
Yet here I am, I think a kind soul
Burdened in darkness
Depression is my hole
My love I know this seems bizarre
You have all you wish, a rising star
A Black Knight with honors flying high
To you I say forgive me please
For battles you never shall see
I lie down
In our garden of roses
Thorns to make me feel more than I do
For the darkness robs us both
For me to feel you
Good by my love
Notes: Anyone for has suffered depression, knows that a 100 year war is nothing compared to battling depression.
It was a summer of indifference
Billionaire Nazis who preach ethnic cleansing
And powerful ladies clad in iron
Play tug of war
With the hearts and souls of the people
While governors deceive the populace and their own parties
And confused men in collars and cassocks
Betray their vows, principles,
And even the people
They are supposed to lead.
It was a summer of blood
Black mothers in black clothes
Attend the funerals
Of their Black sons
Killed by
Their own Black Brothers
Or by Blue Klansmen
With smoking guns and shining shields
While urban brigades
Mourn the loss of true knights
Murdered by
Desperate, exhausted, and enraged men
Who have witnessed more than enough
Of their people being oppressed
By those sworn to protect them
While the suburbanites and gentrifiers
Look the other way
Or applaud the lynchings
While savages plow into school children
Behead Christian babies
Rape Christian women
Slash the throats of priests
And destroy Christian communities
Even though we are supposed to be
People of the Book
While those who peacefully practice Islam
Are being told they are unwelcome.
It was the summer of chaos
People parade the streets
With signs
Shouting
Black Lives Matter
Blue Lives Don't
Men use toilets
Next to little girls
Six years olds
Are being taught about
The birds and the bees
And the ticks and the fleas
Infanticidal Mengelites
Teach girls
confidence and resourcefulness.
We are no longer people
With free wills and open hearts
We are no more than pawns
In a political chess tournament
Of the Sick Left
Against the Cold Right
What is right is wrong
What is wrong is right
Dear Lord
When will you have enough?
When will the
Fall of Jerusalem
Finally arrive?
Maybe that is the only way
This madness will end.
How many more chances
Do we need?
How much longer will you stand there
While the pigs come to
Spit on Your Countenance
And crush Your pearls?
I sigh for Your
City on the Hill
And long to see its gates
Meanwhile, I tarry to the mountains
Before I am tempted to
Join the sultry, drunken orgy
Of lost souls who hang the decent
And silence the morally outspoken
Whilst chanting
Eat, drink, and indulge
For you only live once
I love you
I never kissed
I never touched
Yet I know
We are one
So now I hang my head
Alone
I am all done
Death becomes me more and more
Without you life has become a bore
I mount my horse and ride off
Into the mountains high
I am battle ready
A heart so scared
They call me brave heart, fierce and bold
I battle the infidels, behead em all
I am no brave lad, tiss for sure
If I was
I would battle you
For your love I long
Like spring flowers growing in battle scared fields
I have lost this war of passion I seek
You have castrated this warrior tall
Of Passions woes
I lie down
In graveyards sowed
For Those Who Loathe America
~*~
At Pearl Harbor, many young lives
were lost.
Those too young now~ never valued
their auspicious cost.
As kids, in the USA, we learned to
have our say.
Sadly, that all ended this January!
We are stamped as evil, like sides
of dead cattle.
Tomorrow, it's we, who are nothing
but government chattel.
I wish,profoundly, the Founders of this
country were here.
They cherished the land and held people
dear.
I have no idea why hateful poetry overruns
the USA, is even allowed on this site.
Not only from the USA,but from other
Countries, it's a pure international delight!
You can count the number of hate poems
here. (In the hundreds.)
Comments, too, delight in kicking
America and Americans, so dear.
Sing not of world peace then, how
insincere can that be?
When you loathe a country, welcoming
all, coming here legally, by the Statue of Liberty.
I foresee a second Auschwitz, to be reborn
soon here.
For those who don't like us...some would
kick us in the rear?
I pray the hate and insults stop!
They are more than unkind,made by
thoughtless fops.
There is no out-a-gration quota here.
Just Cartels making millions, with
Fentanyl, drugs, and little children,
so dear and full of tears and fear!
I have seen poetry, so horrid against
Canada, too.
I requested its removal, but denied,
a day.....I shall forever rue.
We do not behead people here or drown
children as other countries now do.
Nor kidnap hundreds of children at once,
That’s too ugly to admit, to many of you.
So while you kiss marigolds and refuse any
reality poetry,you weep over dead animals
and dead trees.
These are things I wish I’d never see!
You thought you would hurt me
You thought I would cry
You though you would break me
You thought I would die
You went off with some girl
You thought you were happy
You thought I still wanted you
You thought you still had me
But when you crawled back
And asked for my heart
It was you all along
Whose torn all apart
Love is like life
There's joy and there's pain
And there's winning and losing
And you caught my flame.
I'm the volcano's lava,
You're the Pompeii next door!
You're the mallet of rubber,
I'm the hammer of thor!
I'm a powerful hydra,
Mightier than death!
I create necks of steel,
One for each you behead!
You thought I'd be broken--
Mister, you were wrong.
You let go for another,
And want me to hold on?
When you call my name,
And write poems to sing,
Don't expect the same,
You are nothing.
I'm the coral of oceans,
I grow in waters clear.
You're the cactus of desserts,
You are pricked with your tears!
I'm the admin of armies!
You're my captured spy.
You're the man in the coffin,
I'm the dove that flies high!
You thought I'd be broken--
Mister, you were wrong.
You let go for another,
And want me to hold on?
When you call my name,
And write poems to sing,
Don't expect the same,
You are nothing.