Russia Poems

The War on Russia

This war was not born in the fields of Ukraine,
But in boardrooms, treaties, and promises betrayed.
In 1990, beneath quiet lamps and whispered words,
The West told Russia,
“No inch eastward.”
History remembers. Power forgets.

Then came the boots of NATO,
Not with bombs, but with intent—
Expanding silently,
Like shadows stretching across time.
Each step east, each vow broken,
Tightened the circle until it

On Target

He had to be mad
to invade Ukraine
his troops followed orders
they must all be insane
to cross the borders
an unwarranted attack
by a megalomaniac
bombarding innocents
who couldn't fight back
one leader was a comedian
the other is a clown
the former gave us smiles
the latter makes us frown
what do the Russians hope
to achieve or accomplish
by destroying all they covet
leave us alone Ukraine's

Whose side are you on, Mr President

U.S. President Donald Trump's administration is redirecting anti-drone equipment earmarked for Ukraine to its own troops based in the Middle East. The decision comes as Russia has intensified its drone attacks in recent months, targeting cities across Ukraine. President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia”

A friend in need

The Art of War

Hit them where it hurts

President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia”. Yet deep inside Russia, Ukraine masterfully destroys over 40 warplanes that could carry nuclear weapons, using smuggled drones; simultaneously attacks multiple air fields. Russia loses an estimated $7,000,000,000 dollars in one day. This is the one for

Russia our ally

From Russia with love

Russia is a strange and great country, not quite in Europe
and not quite Eastern, they react to mayhem but seldom
intimate it; for those who are history less they won
The brutal war of 1940 and 1945 by breaking the back
of the German army and making it possible by Britain
and the USA to take

I’m a Drone, Angel of Death

Revenge is mine

(Inspired by the war in Ukraine)

My homeland is ablaze below
I’m watching from above
Invading wolf packs steal the show
It’s death I’m speaking of

They fill the space in endless stream
No end to foreign horde
One cannot wake from ugly dream
Of blood and gore, oh, Lord

I am a drone, men put me forth
The shield of the oppressed
Avenging

Trolls, Bots and Spidered Webs

Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, 
Puking riddles on those tolled.

Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.

Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are

Putin, the Paranoid Dictator

Surrounded by his weapons
they’re all that he has left
Of happiness and love 
his rotting soul is long bereft 

Obsessed with dreams of grandeur
a kingdom in his reach 
He hides inside a fortress
fearing always of a breach 

Will his food be poisoned?
Will it be his drink?
The paranoid dictator lives
each moment on the brink 

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The War must end - Ukraine and Russia

When is enough enough,
When is the going just too tough.
Why do people have to die
Forever in the ground to lie.

Are the spoils worth all the pain
When the path is kill and maim.
Is barren land worth just so much
Now deprived of human touch.

Do fatherless children justify the cost
Memories of a generation lost.
Weeping mothers by the score
Adding

After reading Luigi Pirandello’s War

I truly believe that in paradise
everything is perfect, everything is nice.
Hell, there, even souls from Russia and Ukraine
can toast newfound friendship with pink, iced champagne,
and laugh ~ about their ultimate sacrifice.

Putin of Russia

Putin The Great, like a tiger, he inspires both awe and fear to the enemy within and without. His enemies see  him as a dictator but a hero to the voiceless and unjustly attacked from the global south. 

Accused as a war criminal for defending his territory and the dignity of his country, under

Novgorod Codex

Novgorod’s primeval pearl, white circlet of the free
Once lost and forgotten in the Kievan sea
Veiled in millennium old shells, made from wax and birch
Grave of pure souls liberated, cast from the church
Of those forgotten who followed Father Alexandra
Revered soldier of Christ, from the house of Laodicea 
Obedient, splitting the world into darkness and light 
Dedicated

Somewhere in Russia

Somewhere in Russia there’s a pond
Blotched with the duckweed spots 
It seems a middle of beyond
Although it might be not 
A frog was sitting on a leaf
And then it jumped away
Perhaps it sensed a sign of whiff
Or anything that may
Disturb and interfere the frog’s
Criterias of peace 
Another frog jumped on the log
To listen to the

The Organized Crime Rhyme

In the 1920's labor had fights
Employers hired toughs, both sides ignored rights
Unions hired the Mafia, thought they’d be strong
The tactic was effective, but unwise and wrong.

The Mafia knew that beggars can’t choose
They made an offer the unions could not refuse
Took over, raided wages, extorted the boss
They made the gain, the workers the loss

In Mexico, cartels

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