Two Nazis the partisans killed
For revenge a town's blood was spilled
Resistors forgot
Townsfolk would be shot
Where hell seems forever instilled
Depths beneath Sapphire blue
Faded Faces, stuck like glue.
Hearts pulling.
Minds pushing.
Referees’ decision.
Under review.
Digital pixels in digital screens
Versing voices that go unseen.
Spectators chanting.
Players snarling.
Chaos looms.
So, that it seems.
Grandstand.
A Cameraman. Head shakes.
Lost man.
Lost man.
The Garbage can.
Understands. He`s a
Lost man.
Lost man.
Fuelled for what I am.
Distinguished guests scold fevers ham.
Partisans laugh – point! Pots and pans.
Sticks and stones...
And the saviour’s lamb.
His hands nailed
To protect every man
Women
Child
A grim denial,
Do we deserve it?
If we do not learn from our mistakes.
When the clouds turn black
And the world plumes grey.
And when there are no fish left
In all the lakes.
No one`s going to save us.
No, they won`t
Not the second time around.
Partisanship
Is a towering ship
Complete with a hoisted flag,
Not a flying, dying rag
Her height chasing Heaven,
Her crew certain that she is a haven;
The Civil Service only
To not on her embark,
To keep acting the Lonely
And it keep avoiding like a starving shark…
For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil
And as Partisans, free elections foil;
By this vessel robbed of Impartiality
And by it drained of Neutrality!
Partisanship
Is further a contemptible illness:
A crazy political worship
Of one with your own very weakness;
On the presiding seat
To sometimes ignite a worse heat!
And I reckon, Partisanship
Is a determined focusing flea:
To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree
And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea!
A conquering army
Easily making barmy,
When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy
And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy;
Now and then stomaching invisible bullets
Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.
There's a bluebird in a tree
A new cable service fee
Rioters on a looting spree
What's it got to do with me
Protesters now all take a knee
There's a viral strain of killer bee
Coral reefs are dying in the sea
What's it got to do with me
In Congress, partisans can't agree
Teachers won't give students 'E's'
Anyone can get a degree
What's it got to do with me
Well, if from this world you flee
Your heart will be an amputee
They win not by victory o'er their enemies,
for their enemies are invincible, yet they fight:
aging can be resisted, hemmed in for a time,
but its rolling is relentless, thinning the skin,
shrinking the brain, thickening the arteries....
They are partisans, the victorious old,
fighting, alone, a relentless guerilla war
against one enemy, Old Age, who takes
everyone prisoner, if they wait long enough,
while the other foe, their last enemy,
takes no prisoners at all....
And this final and most heartless enemy?
Death always wins, there are no exceptions,
but the victorious old give it no joy--
some even smile at Mr. Death, the light in
their eyes still burning as their souls sense
the oncoming freedom, the smell of Heaven--
and Death, never happy, sulks away....
Partisans has now entered politics
fighting secretly against an occupying force
supporting the rights to kill Holy Innocence
blood of our martyrs is on your hands
Prejudiced in favour of a particular cause
carving death as their poster child speaks volumes
manipulating gossip overlooking facts that's no lie
These public figures are an out and out disgrace
they should be ashamed of themselves
serving the master of deceit
when the truth comes to light let us face it
I hate to tell you that I told you so
the guerilla fighter helps spill innocent blood
VI.
Can’t forget the mainstream media types,
all partisans and proud of it,
the right-wingers see right through their charade,
and rate their word lower than spit.
But the left’s legions of rank and file
still think that what they speak is real,
when they proclaims folks Nazis every day
what as those poor people to feel?
In the lust to attack a president,
they fill the air-waves with their lies,
make the unaware think doom is coming,
when in fact we are flying high.
The dissonance builds up inside these folk,
until the stress burns out their brain;
media leftists, the worst of the worst,
they’re driving these people insane.
When did children become a national target
How can this insidious slaughter be met
Can we ban the AR 15's
For our toddlers and our vulnerable teens
Will a national revolution
Provide a lasting solution
I accept the need for amendment two
But surely...
An additional provision is due
For the sale and carry of the AR 15
Surely, the stiffest penalty should be seen
For 20 years the violence has seen an increase
Political partisans should be released
Restore our schools and youth to peace
Every day is a new debate
While we watch it escalate
History told us was a new world,
Futher more was discovered by Christopher Columbus,
Dominated by working corps red Indies,
And build by sweat and blood of black slaves,
Other whisper that is land of Lincoln,
But echo sound remind me is land of no one,
There racism is common like cumulonimbus clouds,
Being black is an offense of billions killers,
Justice is the common blacks dream in land,
Oh! Partisans let them tripartite mare anger,
My sons and daughter sing different anthem,
Anthem of justice and acknowledgment in the land,
Holds me friends this is the land of everybody,
Let’s have courage and defend our dignity.
Mussolini saved Italy
from a possible Nazi conquest,
he saw an alliance with Germany
as an opportunity to avoid
another horrible Holocaust!
This truth was never told
for fear that the Italian people
would have declared
Il Duce the savior of Italy;
wasn't his decision the smartest
choice he had ever made?
Although Mussolini invaded
many countries, he also
did good deeds; women were
fascinated by his charm,
my mom was one of them...
he was the perfect image
of masculinity and also
of obstentious vanity!
Sadly, Mussolini was hanged
upside down in that Milan's public
square; the Americans wanted
him alive, but his voice
was forever silenced by
the revengeful partisans!
Italy never gave him
the credit and the honor
he deserved, but he was
spat on, kicked and
by a vicious crowd!
I am honoring Benito Mussolini
with my ode for his great
leadership despite his errors;
may History remember him
not as a traitor, but as a savior
and a citizen who loved his country!
Written on 7/8/2017
Sometime in the early morning
Their interlinked fingers
Made the final stand
Exhausted partisans
Giving up the war
and quietly returning
To a world of forgotten dreams
Some friends have suggested that I'm anti-Catholic,
And it's true I was raised Protestant,
Heard the Pope shamed in words vitriolic,
As at best Satan's henchman with evil intent.
But I think Protestants are not any better,
In their judgments, both sides, two of a kind,
For sinners still, they could not be wetter,
Condemned by the Bible they both have enshrined.
I suspect that all men just lust after power,
Want to prove they're right, that God's with them still,
Partisans who all need a cold shower,
For their false pride corrupts even men of good will.
Remember that Science is part of creation,
Before you look askance at your brother,
Reflect on what's really good for the nation,
For Science and Bible say we have one mother!
Brian Johnston
June 20,2014
Hurray! Presage of all round triumph
And victorious celebration unto the city
Of a united vanquisher and cooperate partisans.
For they won by strength , strength of all,
Neglecting the identification of various semblance and cannibalizing the spirited camaraderie.
By their united strength , forever they shall won.
Lend me your ears : olu – chukwu- allah generation
Which nations want progress and stability.
Hoping for an economic buoyancy .
A lone exit: of a trammelled growth , a shadow view.
A glorious hope triggered by peace – only in Christ Jesus
The burning flame of secular hope : a flashing star in the night that shields the vantage.
What can you see from the beauty of nature “ Jerusalem artichoke” is without beauty in the absence of its root
Flavour of salts is in the soup. So the glorious hope of a nation lies in the in the faith of the godly
Neither in the military nor economic strength
To the pace given to our fore fathers in the dream.
The smell of led was in the air
In the quiet forest bullet that silence would dispel
That bullet young partisans’ heart would tear
And the boy like stone would fell
All was left was a shallow grave
And small cross given to the one who was brave
Above the grave tall poplar would sway like an ocean wave
The salute was not given because guerrillas their bullets had to save
The destiny has many turns
There are many earthly concerns
But in subtle leaves of poplar tree wind makes sound like heart that for lover yearns
Only it can respond to other sides’ concerns as well as soul’s current sojourns
Wind is beyond time but blood is like wine
No matter if blood is spilled by men or force of divine
Is the wind reflection of the force angelically sublime?
Or maybe soul has its own poplar its own wind and its own one having no reference to ours’ time
Forget Not…Lest History Repeats
Victims of the Nazis Regime:
Jehovah's Witnesses and Jews.
Marched like chickens to their slaughter.
Once walked in twelve million, plus, shoes.
Social democrats and partisans,
Gypsies and orphans did death reap.
Disabled by body or mind –
Add more feet to the deadly heap.
Communists, and trade unionists,
Soviet prisoners-of-war,
Polish Intelligentsia,
Vacant shoe-stack grows from the floor.
Adolf Hitler ordered them killed.
Annihilation camp, grim rouse,
Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau –
The stench of death reeks in mourned shoes.
WRITTEN FOR ABE LOPEZ "Leather Voices" Contest
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Quatrains
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