In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.
Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.
Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to feel, to act, to care.
Against a storm of brutal lies,
You stood with clear and open eyes.
Though gallows claimed your final breath,
You did not bow, not even in death.
Your petals fell, but not in vain—
They bloom where conscience dares remain.
White Rose of Germany, proud and free,
You taught what strength and soul must be.
A bloom of hope in darkest hour—
Forever grace, forever power.
Perpetual
Intellectual
Mother
Just another
Smother, then cover
“Too weak to recover”
“Be our good maid”
“Just to be betrayed”
“Don’t give her a voice!”
It’s not love if there’s no choice.
To deal with perpetual self-assertion
The old sisterhood of overexertion!
Sarah Baartman
Wu Zetian
Cleopatra
Anne Boleyn
Joan of Arc
Sophie Scholl
Sylvia Plath
Marilyn Monroe
Micaela Bastidas
Yang Guifei
Fate bestowed a bitter gift
A curse more grave than death’s drift
A life where they were lured and torn
Left gasping, alone, forlorn
Once the universe had lost them
Cruel hands never let them astray
Their trials, none atoned
Their weary souls never left alone
Battles fought, voices shorn
Our bodies spent, our spirits worn
No rest, no vindication, no excursion
Just the classic sisterhood of overexertion!
An idol thought ...
A pair of worn gym shoes was sold for $1.47 million
Those appraised, prized puppies
were formerly Space toe Jam possessed
by a famous athlete
Bet cha’ that wealthy person ain’t buying
a pair of used, musty sneakers
of skid row quality
A dumpster sale item,
which once belonged on the po’ feet
of a homeless, societal discard
That bum rubber smell
won’t Fido fetch
a fraction of the celeb garage sale price
It Scholl must-y be garbage nice
to be so stinkin’ rich
Getting good foot-to-fanny finance advice
Mmm Oblongata observation of the auction absurd
10-26-21
(For Sophie Scholl)
Scared and full of rain
you are pushed
to the final room
Yet you are
forever the breathwing
the light over Munich.
It haunts me to think
that you would die for your ideals
at such a tender age
thinking you are
intellectually superior
and in many ways you were,
but Sophie,
it is such a waste to die so young
for what?
Your offspring could have
carried the flame
continued 'the white rose'
in all its purity and
ideological splendor
but you are right, off course,
even in death and thereafter
Mitt Gott kannst Du alles.
its a tool
lifes a scholl
you learm as you go
be star of the show
its not wrong to pass it on
TEACH WHAT YOU KNOW
One long ring; that is for me
One long and one short, Mrs. McGee
Two long rings for the farmer Scholl
As the phone would ring a distinctive toll
Down the road on a line of eight
As the bell would ring we all would wait
One would answer; three would listen in
That is the way it was on a party line back then
CHEERS !
Toast to all the Girls, who live in a whirl, of parties and nightlife and fun.
Here’s to the those girls, who wake every morn, wondering who gave her the bun.
Scholl to likely lads, who think they’re real BAD, and can pull any girl on her own.
Prost to every man who’s, pushing a pram, thinking he’s pushing his own.
L’chaim to the chaps, who make Vodka and Schnapps, and make it so easy to sin.
Bottoms up to the men, who still sell it when, their customers mind has gone dim.
Chin Chin to the drinkers, long tall and short, who never know when to say stop.
Applause to the ones, who now know how it’s done, and drink to the very last drop.
Strong drink is raging, although it’s engaging, and wine is a mocker it’s true.
And whiskey divides, the fool from the wise, and is useful for cleaning the loo.
The effects of the drink, will cause you to sink, much lower than you want or need.
So take my advice, please refrain and be nice, your better off sticking with weed.