When guns sound
Here and there on this soil,
Souls sink like on the Titanic.
Good news for survival—
surfing in from the Soviets:
an answer to WHO’s
long-awaited question,
a cure for killer cancer.
Hats off, Russia
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 only wish
and it would be right in the pocket
if Zelenskyy signed a docket
for a galoot in cahoots
who's a-rootin' tootin'
to shoot a stealth rocket
between the ears of the idiot Putin
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 the history books
It’s what you call “the art of war”
Unseen, unheard, not done before
Hit in the balls, the chin and mug
Ukraine plants hurtful wartime slug
The “Trojan Horse” of modern times
Payback for vicious bloody crimes
Can’t puff your cheeks, the air’s gone
Deprives the evil of its brawn
No one can tell them what to do
Defeating goons is peace, that’s true
As heavy blow, as ever been
Support the noble fight, to win
Burned planes launched heaviest attacks
Could threaten world with N-word axe
And now they’re gone, ain’t that a shame?
We watch. Hey, “Slava to Ukraine”!
June 2, 2025
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 the credit.
Norway has up to know had a warm relationship with
this giant, in the form of a barter system, we gave them
fish and they sent us cars for everyman.
It was not the USA that made car ownership possible, but
Russia flooding the market with cheap cars as foreign
cars were hard to come by.
The cars where called Moscowitch and were fundamental
no heating system and a tortuous suspension, but
for the first time, every man could be
a proud car owner.
For those who remember, it was a dreadful car but
nevertheless, a car.
Lately, to our regret the relationship has suffered, this
Is mainly by American political pressure, and partly
by the Norwegian oil industry that has made her
a wealthy country.
This newfound arrogance is miss-placed and silly
we must treat Russia as the friend she is and not
forget we own her a depth of gratitude.
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 fiddle-faddle.
Defrosted wars are flooding fields,
Entrenching fact with fiction,
In cyber realms, we've little shields,
To counter eastern malediction.
Folly finds that fear is fruitless,
Beware tourneys of tyranny,
Cavorted by the truth-less and ruthless,
Pretending reality's but conspiracy.
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
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 every day far more.
Politicians acting blind
To the misery resigned,
Just numbers on a sheet
Conscious only of defeat.
Pride and hubris win the day
Reason not allowed to sway.
Yet solutions need be found
Striving to be clear and sound.
Calmer voices must assist
For further slaughter to desist.
The way forward won't be fast
Searching for a peace to last.
Neither side will win outright
Time for discourse not brute might.
Russia needs restore prosperity
Ukrainians live without temerity.
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.
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 to the Christian faith’s light and plight
“Coveting nothing, leaving villages and kin
O Father Alexandra, please forgive every sin
Defender, save our spirits from the flesh of skin
Evil, death and sin were born before the world we see"
X was their guiding moon, in that Kievan sea
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 breeze
Somewhere in Russia there’s a rush
About the stones I throw
Into the water, for a splash
The fishes mind to blow
They dash to get a food to eat
Which aggravates my guilt
Cause its a stone instead of treat
That falls down to the silt.
Tom tom drums call men unto war
The Euphrates dries in preparation
Of a Third world war as Gog and Magog
Start a Cataclysmic war that unchecked
Will lead to an outright world war
Russia is on the offensive in arms against
A colleague of the Russian federation
By name Ukraine is daily bombarded
Carpet bombing NATO names it
As they western powers Arm Ukraine
And dogs of war, by name Mercenaries
Are shipped in droves to support the underdog
The Big USA uncle Sam as they call Her
Peddles her weaponry to the downtrodden Ukraine
As rumors of war abound.. They call it war propaganda
There will be wars and rumors of war but the end is not yet
The end comes when the Beelzebub Prince makes peace
With the Holy Land.. Ooh JERUSALEMA.. why am I reminded of ACRE
Some different tactics in negating a war, a Russian
Schematic, quite probable i'm sure.! To any armies
Poised to strike.? Consider this soldiers' as you might?
Like 2 acres of land? to till and harrow; make ponds with
Fish, build greenhouses full of marrows? Potatoes radish
Sheep and a cow, free range chickens cabbages in rows.'
Your very own house, on rich fertile land a generous grant
To develop and plan, the space is here, we're free market
Now..' communisam went west.' The air here is pure and how!
There's a lot of whats best..just drop the weapons leave
War stuff. Make love and prosper, theres more than enough.' Find time to live a more familiy life, come east
For the promise, we bet that you'll like.! Just park your tanks
And buy a boat' theres lakes and rivers where you can
Float.' Away on weekends.. Then return to work build your
Dreams you can go (full flight) theres lots of ladies all
Un-jabbed so many.! Such healthy children; they can carry'
So Mister Putin..I hope you'll agree.? To stop more killing?
Just some advice from me.!
As the war in Ukraine continues,
Millions of refugees flee
with a target on their backs.
They rush down
the few open corridors left,
Looking at their gadgets
for the latest information,
Hoping to live another day.
The refugee organization staff
Try to keep track of their movement
Amid the cracking of the bombs falling.
Putin holds a deranged press conference in which he outlines his plans
For the future of Europe and the world:
- Russia would rule eastern Europe and the Central Asian Stans as in the old Soviet era.
- He would proclaim himself the Czar of Russia, and Xi would rule East Asia and SE Asia as the new Emperor of Asia.
- Teheran would rule Iran and Afghanistan.
- The Saudis would rule the Middle East but would recognize Israel.
- Western Europe would continue as the EU and the UK would continue.
- The US would be given the Americas.
- Africa would be divided up between the great powers.
- The UN would be replaced with a much more focused international organization
Where the powers would jointly rule the world, cooperate on global issues,
Such as climate change and space exploration.
A military conflict would come to an end.
Putin went to bed after drinking his favorite cocktail,
Nazi Vodka was crushed with an orange crush.
In his dream, he soon saw himself riding a white horse,
Chollima, the white horse of destiny, across the world,
Fulfilling the destiny of heaven.
He saw millions of people bow down, worshiping him,
Following him, loving their new lord and master.
He flies over Ukraine, filled with slaves harvesting grain
To feed the master Russian race.
Up ahead, he sees Kamala Harris walking her puppy,
He shoots her and the puppy, then eats the puppy
Just because he is that kind of evil monster.
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