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We Danced By Poet John Heck

 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.

I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.

Such clarity. Such wisdom.

Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.

A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.

Such simplicity. Such compassion.

Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.

I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.

Such diversity. Such nothingness.

Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.

Disclaimer:" We Danced" poem written in the year 2009 
by Mr.John Heck,a wonderful poet to be known who is no longer in our P.S family.
Being new to this site ,very sad to know few of them 
have already demised.
Let's explore the treasure box by reading their works.
I am sure we can gain lots of knowledge and in fact 
improve our writing skills too. 
May the demised soul's RIP.
We can keep them alive through posting 
and re-reading their dedications.

1-7-2020

Note: Submitting in "The Uncontest" Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco.
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.


Dialect Tickle Matt Arial Hiz Im - 2nd Sentence

I gotta n itch) Lenin, where alien archeologists 
from outer limits of the twilight zone unearthed 
(com) bust stubble rubble yes likeness of Guy 
Richie Rich Noir, whose couture, the best skid 
row wardrobe.

He sported longish wavy (fluffy when washed 
once every fort McHenry night), which character
wrist ticks evoked Chaplinesque down on his 
luck Dickensian doddering dude, who cast an 

immediate vagabond er dishabille, he happened 
to be plenti none the poorer and ranked near 
top Facebook listing of Forbes Plenty Of Fish 
list, and whose trivial pursuit with flickr ring 
idea to GoLong. 

As a poet by fashioning his adversity into discord
ant clumps of clichés, facsimiles, idiomatic limply 
mixed metaphors in a per verse manner reflecting a 
discombobulated egghead delivered an ova night 
fashionable fame, though syrup prize zing lee met 
with profound success, and bore fruit of the loom

(one of his countless “FAKE” offspring’s begotten 
unbeknownst to him iz this schlepper) constitutes 
this blimey dorky and fluky guy, whose weakness 
when communicating about extemporaneously usually 
leaves the reader like totally tubularly confused like 
ha cool and totally tubularly groovy man.

Super Heroes and Whores

Lonely broken hearts, in stride  
Lady Montague ---
She drank to life awaiting death
in runs Majesty's breath
never speaking of where she's been

Hamlet fed up leaves the scene,
as Captain Black bends his knee
for the Queen who embraces Mr. 
Beam in Marches ferociously  
little Putin -- bombing everyone.

Lenin looks up as a flock o' geese 
inspecting the sun and screams,
"Russia's end so soon!"

Spider Man sinks his silk 
upon the violent stupid tongue
arising from the ground says
invisible man, 

"who tried butting me while I went 
down upon wonder woman!"

Humanity's self-demise!

:: 04.12.2022 ::

Premium Member Lenin: The Corners That Circled Life

My short story continues with this insightful excerpt:

A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II

"A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet.

And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has taught him that the eraser is the better half of a pencil. It is always the seldom used that comes to the aid and heals the whole abused. That illuminating factor was his focal point that would encourage his future from the descension of the crown, and to the ascension of communism's embrace.

Utopia

Yeah can nay make a better world
by killing all the people
Stalin
Marx
Hitler 
Lenin 
All felt that the ends justifies the means
Marx and Lenin wanted to build utopia
a world where all the people 
had food and enjoyed life
Hitler wanted to build a world
where all sickness 
or disabilities where gone
yet the ends do not justify
the means
you can not build a better world
by killing all the people

You can build a better world 
with education and investment
they say within the next twenty years
thirty eight percent of the workforce
will be replaced by robots
but that means thirty eight percent 
of the workforce wages will be gone
less customers for shops
Less people
that can afford to buy products

Yet if we teach people to become 
investors perhaps dividends
can replace wages
What a world we could have
machines doing the work
well people get to live a play

Nature is showing us 
what we are doing wrong 
overpopulation can be controlled 
by human education 
people that want careers
put off having families
careers and investment
build better lives

Look after your pennies 
and your dollars 
look after themselves
your unemployed and starving 
are your pennies
teach them to have careers
and your country gains more tax
your companies gain more customers
and your people build
their individual utopias

nobody can tell you 
what to do with your life
that choice is up to you
yet we can learn from each other
we can learn from what makes people happy
we can learn how to overcome anger
how to destroy hatred

education is the path to success
you can't wait for others to help you
you must learn to help yourself
if a millionaire gives a million people
one dollar each he has nothing left
but if a million people invest 
one dollar each that's a million dollars

jobs and futures for the unemployed
you want to overcome
the devastation of the corona virus
you want to rebuild the world economy 
teach the people that are working 
to become investors 

building jobs for people out of work
creating investment and profit for themselves
overcoming unemployment and starvation
building a utopia does not work by killing people
education is the path, to individual
and the worlds success
we all need to learn 
how to build our own utopia
Form: Narrative


Premium Member The Drumbeat and the March

  
      For a century and more
        the socialist drumbeat and march
      Workers of the world unite
        no more capitalist oligarchs

      Bloody Soviet-style communism under Vladimir Lenin
        gave way to mass murderer, Iosif Stalin
      The Weimar Republic fell before ‘enlightened socialism’
         swiftly changing to jack-booted Nazi fascism       

      Cuba’s revolution, North Korea’s, the Viet Cong’s
         O, Civilization, where has the world gone wrong
       Today we see misery in Venezuela, Pakistan and Iran
          Repeating the tragedy of China’s Mao Zedong

       For a century and more, the socialist drumbeat and march
          food deserts abounding, humanity’s throats dry and parched
Form: Rhyme

Don'T Tell Me They Are Job Creators

Do not tell me they are job creators

Sitting and watching their money

Like pit bulls

Deaf to the screams of the innocent

Web designer lawyer and bricklayer alike

At this last hour of decaying madness

Of system that doesn't listen

Machinelike deaf hollow stonelike

Tonedeaf and heartdeaf

Stubborn cold and unfeeling

Where are we heading

21st century madness time coming and coming

O descendants of hawthorne thoreau dickinson sartre marx lenin and trotsky

Come now

We can surely do better than this

Surely we can focus on common art common science common culture and common humanity

Is that not truest sophistication

O children of generation x y and z

Make z+1 the realization of one...

The realization of oneness

Now and for all time.

Socialism Kills

Young people go marching, the boys and the girls,
thinking like we once did, they they’ll change the world.
They claim government can be the cure for our ills,
they seem to be forgetting that socialism kills.

Lenin and Stalin put twenty million souls down,
left them to rot in dark pits in the ground.
The gulags and purges were the work of their will,
the Holodomor just clinched it, socialism kills.

China under Mao was the state with the plan,
a great leap forwards needs ever woman and man.
But it was a leap to nowhere, sixty million graves filled,
the greatest mass-murder in history, socialism kills.

Socialism kills, yes socialism kills.
It never brings fairness, it never will.
One hundred million paid the steep bill,
they’d tell you if they could: socialism kills.

Cambodia promised its people a golden age,
beginning at year zero, to build better days.
But Pol Pot’s killing fields, the whole world chilled.
One-third of the people lay dead, socialism killed.

Cuba and North Korea both slaughter and starve
the citizens they hold back through force of arms.
Not nations, but prisons, innocent blood they spill,
all you need to understand that socialism kills.

Some say it might work with better people in charge,
though it fails every time, in countries small or large.
Venezuela is the latest to swallow the bitter pill,
it descends into chaos because socialism kills.

Socialism kills, yes socialism kills.
It never bring fairness, it never will.
One hundred million paid the steep bill.
It can’t deal with human nature, so socialism kills.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Foothills of Civil War

We're in the foothills of another civil war.
The divide between left and right is burning and widening.
They have we the people, distracted and divided.
What's right is wrong, what's wrong is right. 

Peace undermined by rich squeaky mice
The silent behemoth of indifference.
The bent, dormant scales of justice. 
The uneven eye of the media leviathan.

Universities raping our children's minds.
Impregnated with Stalin, Lenin, Putin, and Xi's dirty seeds.
What's right is wrong, what's wrong is right.
Slapping Lady Liberty in the mouth
with metal tongs of intolerance.
Cutting out tongues of free speech-
of religion-of differing opinion

The socialist/commies and pacifists wonder why
we the people dream upon high-caliber nights.
It's because mad clowns and liberty cleavers
are running amok in the government.

The elite and naive are emptying jails onto our streets.
Rabid dogs are defiling peace, warping our history.
Useful idiots are slicing the stars from old glory.
Always burning and cutting and reaping and running.
Never sitting-talking-loving -discussing-seeding.
The entitled and elite sitting smug in gated communities.

The war eagles are quickly awakening as arrogance sleeps.

For Those Who Choose To Stay

all that i want for you is our peace
all that i want for you is our peace
hands are tied and young
can't you see?

Where will we go when there is no journey to embark
People only exist as shadows alone in the dark
you can pray and i'll do what i can to get by
Maybe one of us will see another day

Have you ever just taken a breath and enjoyed yourself
I'm beginning to see, who is winning in me
The lenin and fees, a ginuine breeze 
He continually believes in the falling of leaves

all that I want for you is our peace 
all that I want for you is our peace
Hands are tied and young 
Can you see?

two fingers apart, a crescent down the center
at times we admire the pleasantries of a mentor
I'm out on my heels, it seems i only stand for splentors
People are warmest when the sun fails in the winter

Candles dim, yet we continue to carry them
It takes mass production to handle film
soldiers and platoons channel the wind
in the end we were merely only men

all that i want for is our peace
all that i want for is our peace
Form: Lyric

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