Short Despot Poems
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There is a madman named Putin
who unwisely put the boot in
he attacked Ukraine
again and again
tho' the POTUS said, 'You can't win.'
Haiku for Inauguration Day 2021
even in January
liberty can warm —
see the despot leaves
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(C) sally Young eslinger 1/20/21
Thanks be to God
Creativity…
undemocratic
Tyrants of insight,
breaking new ground
Vision on fire,
effigy’s burning
Painting’s unframed
—all muses set free
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Mt style is styless
words made from smudges and dots
like cots of baby robots
fraught with thought
a despot naught
stop
the game is afoot
is forever endless ?
or will this pain not stop
“Don't bray at me, you stupid donkey.
In my eyes, you're a foolish monkey”
“Don't brag like a despot,
on wearing a striped coat.
I know, you are cruel and grumpy”
Great Caesar's ghost,
Hail dictating despot!
Overlord of Rome,
His soul still roams,
Big Julie's the magnate,
His motto still rates,
"We ain't dead yet!" Great!
All hail dictating despot,
Hail, great Caesar's ghost!!!
A Fascist I admit I am,
A self-proclaimed Autocrat
It’s not as if I’d give a damn,
Should someone call me that!
Despot Lord of my Domain,
A Kingdom thrives within my brain
On Monarch’s throne I’m quite at home,
With Sword and Crown to reign…
In spite of the despot, I reached there
like an obstinate roaring lion
to strike the crystal ball, in vain
they laughed at me, my passion.
In the glimpse of light, I murmured
to myself, not to fear, not to tremble
for, this is the sky of your life!
Lawyers scratch their behinds
contemplate justice, tone-deaf, blind
Is outing a criminal despot in our hemisphere ‘constitutional’
Is the Monroe Doctrine still useful ...
While evil Maduro's already behind bars
~ Venezuelans cheering freedom’s stars
The casualties rose
We couldn’t keep a body count
mass graves dotted the landscape
a toddler screaming
countless villages ablaze
unholy despot glories
nuclear seared ground
mustard gas permeates air
rancid poison is swallowed
no hiding spots found
drum tap of the machine guns
decimate remaining dreams
One upon time dream fly
Despot power consume two buy
Eager three meager often astray
Medial elegance detriment four-way
Indistinguishable few high fives
Incontestable ignorance compose new lies
Wonder full wonder no wonder we bill
Interest no interest concern will for free real
11-9-2019
Across the room
behind the shadow of his diffidence
he knew the passion of desire,
felt again the question
forming on his lips,
while far outside the barrier
sealed from a hundred agonies,
not hearing stifled cries choked down,
the new prospective lover
slipping fast away, became
unknowing despot to the heart
obedient,
compressed.
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Let’s crack down
On the cracked brained crackpot
Lunatic ideas that are certifiably crackers
Screwball cuckoo nuts and such ways
Sure, his is crafty and cunning
A nonsensical narcissist
Mad in a somber maniacal manner
But wait say the dupable, we want this despot
We voted for him -anything is better than a woman
Besides, we enjoy his despicable bullying ways
Upon this day the sun will set
Know that those you chose to terror
In muffled tounges yet discovered
The fallen shall themselves recover
Through countless prayer's
Of untold billions
Who refute your form of twisted religion
When killing children
In reality you are nothing more than the Devil's Minion
A despot gullible pawn not even wortwhy of human scorn
Enjoy Hell
You broken shell
My Deadly Sin
Apathy lets evil win.
Gossip is among the Ten.
Cruelty is simply barbarous.
Three of Seven mentions avarice.
Hell burns hot for hypocrites.
Stygian fates await the bigots.
And may there be little respite,
For the tyrant nor the despot.
These are sins that I abhor,
But, alas, there is one more.
Among them all, it's even worse;
It's penning lists of bad to verse.
Soup down
Big frown
Food fast
Won't last
Pose nude
No prude
Hot date
Heart rate
Sun rise
Night dies
Sunset
Night met
Bo Peep
Minds sheep
Sun bed
Bright red
Pol Pot
Despot
French fries
Large thighs
Slow lane
No gain
Loud clock
Tick tock
T. Rex
Don't vex
Speed trap
Bum rap
No bail
It's jail
Written 21st July 2020.
Every despot dead or alive
looks is red pepper
each with own stool
a stool never shared
Every despot dead or alive
loves the golden stool
those who try to look at it
have their eyes burned
Any despot dead long ago,
lies in the grave alive,
holding the stool to the chest,
to deny contenders.
Every despot dead or alive,
goes to hell with the stool,
since it’s hotly debatable
if any can reach Heaven’s gates
Feathered Fiends
by Michael R. Burch
Fascists of a feather
flock together.
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Alternate:
Conformists of a feather
flock together.
Keywords/Tags: fascists, flock, together, fascism, conformists, nazis, blackshirts, brownshirts, dictator, tyrant, autocrat, despot, totalitarian, cultist, militarist, war, World War I, World War II, world conflicts, racism, racist, injustice, brutality, murder, violence, power, military
Flim Flam
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring to praise
what was clearly a fool
a spoiled near despot
the ultimate tool.
(8/25/2018)
My heart is a despot
I'm desperate
Forgive me, Lord, for I have fallen
My heart, it spins
Their mind sins
Turning from my better judgement
[To evil's chagrin]
Her venom still spews
My mind loves dissent, and follows, in her shoes
I fall backwards into this darkness once more
There much to lose
Why pick-and-choose?
I'll lose my morals by night-fall
I live in dread
We're better off dead--
I'll live this frivilous lie, again, instead...
When heart of me be despot,
Solation overwhelms my serbonian mind.
On shoal of sand I take me there,
To lie in tamarisk bed of natures hand.
With tearful sighs and wave’d cries
I listen to the tread of Minoan feet
Then linger there in storied state,
My eyelids torn by armies stood at yonder gate.
A lucid lullaby dances then on trilobite shores.
And spirit is no more awash with hearts resort.
For still, invisible forces may me rest.
That I might once again be filled with awe.
In countries where a despot rules
And history’s revised in schools,
The freedom to speak out unspools
Since nobody will dare.
The USA is getting close;
It isn’t hard to diagnose.
First Colbert, now a second dose
With Kimmel off the air.
They put him back, but ABC
Is not the hero, not to me,
But maybe now the world will see,
For any unaware,
That what we’re facing’s really sick
And if we don’t do something quick,
This blatant bully might just kick
Our laws beyond repair.