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Premium Member There Was a Man From Donbas

There was a man from Donbas

There was a man from Donbas,
   who sat on a headless ass.
"Hey! You're going the wrong way!" he did say,
   "and your breath smells of foul grass."

So, moved to the States he arranged,
   dreaming of the wide open plains.
There, he too rode the same headless ass
  and complained the view never changed.

So, he rode north to Canada,
   where pike swims in lakes over tha.
But alas, he rode the same jackass
   and nearly died from hypothermia.

Now for the south, he done rode,
   way down to ole el méxico.
While riding his preferred headless steed,
   he complained of the same poop show.

Let this be a lesson, dear friend.
When you roam to the ends, with no happiness to lend, 
   and find yourself riding a headless ass,
It's not the world that offends.
You simply mounted the wrong end.
   And you must change before you die from the gas.

by, Martin Braun
August 22, 2023


The names have been changed to protect the innocent.  Any reflection of the Democratic Party, socialists, the left, or communists is simply a coincidence.


April 21 Serio Comedy 2024 Elections

The election of 2024
Presents an existential choice
Which old white grandpa dude

Both past their prime time 
Do you support for president?

Friendly, grandpa 
Who has been president
For the last three years?
Presiding over a decent economic expansion
Amid war in Europe and the Mid-east.


Or the former chaos president

Facing multiple court cases
Owing settlements for fraud
Sexual assault and defamation?

Who promises more chaos
And retribution against his enemies
In the deep state, and media.

Calling them all communists
As if an international communist threat
Was it still a thing?

Promising to deport 
Illegal aliens
And possibly withdrawing from nato
And other alliances,

and impose crippling tarrifs 
on all imports? 

Yet to his supporters
Has been anointed by god
To vanquish his enemies.

or vote for RFJ, JR
or Cornel West
or Jill Stein
or the libertarian candidate 

or just boycott the election.
staying home in disgust.

Sadly, that is our choice
On election day.
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Liberation Blues

Joshua Nkomo fought the white man
Who had come to Africa, taken the land
The whites ruled Rhodesia, though we should note
Toward the end they had one man one vote
Which meant that blacks and whites
in that respect had equal rights.

Nkomo saw his fight as one of racial liberation
Mugabe, his rival, also fought for a black nation.
Mugabe was a Shona, Nkomo a Ndebele
Neither of them were what you'd call a nice fella,
Russia supported the Ndebele, the Shona had China there
North Korea trained Shona too, a reason to beware

Mugabe became leader but not by winning the fight
He got elected, Shona voters had more might
White rule ended, and all lived happily ever after
Actually, not true, what happened next was a disaster
Mugabe unleashed the Five Brigade
They had trained in North Korea, time for Ndebele to be afraid

So what can we learn, I don't have a dog in this fight
I don't think colonial rule was right
The Ndebele tribe were now killed en masse
Vast numbers of corpses under the African grass.
The lesson as I see it is that the violent liberator
May resonate with you, but he can be a hater

When he gets into power, to keep power he kills
While the sympathizers close their eyes to the blood that spills.
Let’s apply this lesson to leftists in the Hamas tent
A few brave Gazans point out Hamas doesn't like dissent
One dissident's first day in jail haunts his dreams
He can't forget listening to his colleagues’ screams.

Hamas members won an election, made logical moves
They consolidated power, threw rivals off roofs.
Again, both rivals weren’t all that nice
Even if you like their cause, there is a moral price.
You can find justice in many a cause, but that doesn't mean
Those who take up arms are worthy of your esteem.

In the 90’s radicals might wear a Che Guevara t-shirt
But beware, when with communists you flirt.
Che liked witnessing executions by firing squad
He’d shoot the bullet too, so admiring him is odd.
Some Cubans learned the hard way, Joshua Nkomo did as well
You can leave Purgatory and still end up in hell.

Know this, my friend, and don’t look back,
Be you white or brown or black.
Freedom’s more than a rebel’s name,
It’s how you treat folks once you’ve won the game.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Carbon dating

I'd been sleeping poorly what with my agonies
needed an early morning nap but
at a ratatatat on the front door I jerked awake and
obediently open up, a respectable couple not
this time trying to get me to switch my energy supplier or
join the young communists but
'We're from The Sun'
asking me if I had any thoughts on the 'Love Island House'

Excuse me what

She mentioned a house number and I blearily
glanced across the road at
the house recently painted in blue and pink
mumbling, I really don't care about it
'Could we use your name'
but I'm not deranged enough to give them that, and

It turns out it wasn't the house opposite but further along
beyond my eyeline,
I'd seen it tarted up with lights
seems it's been called out by a disgruntled neighbour
"The house is lit up like a building from Las Vegas"
and The Sun was frothing at the thought
of a Love Island related story and bothered me
Lee Holloway Towers in his fretful slumbers

Not my problem baby and
I will never sleep again

Premium Member The 19th Amendment

Hay sisters, we need the
Right to Vote! – We need
a real voice, protection from
dominating, independent
men – self serving tyrants. 
Our strength are our greater 
numbers girlfriends.  Through 
the voting process, tear-down
their entire system of abusive
male domination.  Elect our 
far more liberal candidates!

And so, the US has:
Liberal judges who refuse to
incarcerate, turn violent criminals
back out on the streets, time and
time again to cause more death and 
destruction.  Elect liberal governors
to office, so we have abortion up to
the day of birth – why not one more?
The day after.  Put Marxist, liberal
politicians in office, Freedom hating
Communists – Sure! That’s a great
idea.  Our children will bless us from
their future concentration camps. Yep,
Women’s suffrage!  Now suffer us all!


a short memory

a short memory

There were and still are two airports on the flatland 
outside of our town, therefore many German soldiers 
where stationed here.
Since roads, and bridges had to be built and maintained 
there was good employment for everyone and the payment
was good, but not much to spend the money on
a German military band playing loudly in the park, a cinema showing heroic soldiers saving cats 
when not killing Russians, a couple of cafes selling what was called coffee, but made of roasted peas
It was left to people, to go to meeting at Christian sects and that was OK by the Norwegian Nazis who were the moral police at the time
Young Nazis joined a battalion called “Vikings” sent to fight the communist in Russia where most of them perished, those who made it back home, faced long 
jail terms for treason.
After the war there was a great upsurge of people joining the communists, after all, the Russians had freed
northern Norway of the enemy, Russia bought our fish
and Soviet “workers” came, and told of how wonderful, the life of ordinary people was 
my mother, a well-read woman, small of stature, but vociferous about her new faith organized, with her brother, town hall meetings, until illness struck, and she 
was sent to a sanatorium up the mountain, the war had
taken its toll
she, when returning, was still a communist till Russia 
invaded Hungary 
in our working-class community, my mother cut an odd figure,  had a lashing tongue
 did not tolerate fools, and lesser people feared her but we who loved her could not scare us
we knew she had a soft heart
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Forward

You hear so many say, “Forwards,”
a slogan of the day,
especially amongst lefties,
it’s all some of them say.
As if it’s always a good thing,
an unbreakable truth,
(Not to mention an easy sell
to young and unformed youth!)
But a fish moving forward
within an eagle’s claws…
does not matter how fast it goes,
it ends up in his jaws.

Going forward when stuck in mud
just makes the matter worse,
going forward when data’s wrong
makes your whole system hurt.
Going forward on the wrong trail
gets you all sorts of lost,
going forward when in the wrong
will just get your case tossed.
The communists pressed fast-forward
to build their worker’s state…
the killed one hundred million souls,
no utopia to date.
Nazis said they would go forward
and rebuild Germany,
we all know how that path ended,
in death and tragedy.
The War on Poverty would move
us forwards, they did claim,
but handouts just bred dependence
that to this day remains.
It seems that when they cry ‘forward’
they always stomp your rights,
and all they’re moving ‘forward’ to
is controlling your life.
Is it right to move forward for
a youth gender confused?
Forward to lies and ridicule,
and self-deletion too?
Was it ‘forwards’ to for force people
to take untried vaccines?
Youth heart problems and cancer spikes
now come upon the scene.
Was it ‘forward’ to rig the vote
so none will trust again?
Set the grounds for a civil war,
the only question, when?

So many people who cry this
lead you down a dark path,
and most don’t see what hell awaits,
most minds cannot know that.
It seems to me much better to
not try to force a change,
every time we try to do that
it multiplies the pain.
Society is a living thing,
it evolves over time,
and looking back on history
most of the time I find
the natural process of change
brings a better result,
better ideas continue on,
the flawed notions get culled.
And thought it may seem rather slow
to one man’s point of view,
it certainly slaughters less folk
than ‘forward thinkers’ do.
And it should be said bringing back
a past approach that worked
is not shameful, it just shows that
from our mistakes you’ve learned.
Form: Rhyme

unfree newspaper

What an unfree newspaper writes 

According to a leading English newspaper
the alarm is the upcoming election 
will labor be back in power
like that would be different from now
England (not Britain) is meddling in the war
in Ukraine, which is not of her concern
England, which had once been a colonial power 
has a long tradition in military tradition 
going to war against the reluctant masses 
this since the cousin of Queen Victoria's cousin 
was shot by the communists
and therefore crossing the red line
which is historical 
England is a small, but the Nobel classes are a baggage 
of arrogance, they won, we  are told about
one the last war.
No, that England is a second-rate military
might they not help but think they are relevant
Great English writers were at odds 
with the upper classes hanging on to violence
but habits die hard
the noble call to arms by the noble
 represented by a dusty kingdom is still
 there, it is a call that can't  
be resisted, we are still a great nation 
not for us to be Holland
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

All Thoughts Falling Short

emperors run empires
kingdoms are for royalty
religion owned by paedophiles 
and numpties run the countries 

democracy is a mockery
communists and conning tricks 
socialists are emotionalists 
and dictators are just total pricks 

people need controlling
but never trust control
conspiracies are interesting
what do cover ups up hold 

a story just to past the time
yet some commit and pick a side 
others say they're out their mind
nit picking their twisted find

belief in God or not a God
always seeks a closure
and then one day just like that
your clucking life is over 

a stupid slab stands in the ground
this is where your corpse is found 
athletic, thin or somewhat round 
once made noise to not a sound

and everything is stuck and spoiled 
rotting deep beneath the soil 
at least you're not a lobster....
those poor gits get gutting boiled 

gutted before their gutted
destined for your hungry gut
you'll see your day disrupted
as they erupt out of your butt 

some call it a miracle 
the part we play is miniscule 
destined as a particle
i think life is fart-cical
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Freedom Presses On

An army that had beat the world,
against them scared farmers were hurled,
they shocked the world with guts and brawn,
Washington pressed the freedom on.

And when they again came around
burned the capital to the ground,
then Jackson the redcoats set upon
and freedom kept pressing on.

Then we divided, blue and gray,
to fight over if men were slaves,
six hundred thousand, dead and gone,
through blood the freedom still pressed on.

When empires burned foreign lands,
and things were getting out-of-hand,
over there we fought tyrants strong,
helped to keep freedom pressing on.

When fascists took the tyrant’s place,
murdered millions for the master race,
on two fronts we fought hard and long,
the freedom, it kept pressing on.

Then bigots here obsessed with skin
found themselves challenged from within,
white hoods could not stop marching throngs,
5he freedom just kept pressing on.

Communists butchered and enslaved,
while inside they rotted away,
then Soviets sang their swan song,
the truth of freedom pressing on.

Now we’ve fools who whine of ‘privilege,’
dumb kids who think they’re socialists,
time’s harsh glance will prove them wrong,
we’ll keep the freedom pressing on.
Form: Rhyme

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