Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
Sweet William
There once was a man, smelt like a trash can
‘Til came the day the dreadful fray began
Wife said she would leave
And find a new squeeze
Who smelt as delightful as Sweet William.
The man said nothing, but thought all the more
Afraid that the wife would show him the door
He took a good scrub
In a hot bathtub
Then scent of roses poured from every pore.
He pleaded “forget Sweet William, please do”
“I smell wonderful for you now, it’s true”
She had a huge laugh
At his daft remark
As ‘twas in the garden Sweet William grew.
Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie,
Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye;
And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.
Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
And anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
The cost of his concert, your soul is the price.
Then, tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Leave him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no longer stay.
Well! time he was leaving so, show him the door!
A flagon of whiskey a-smash on the floor.
We, who can see,
Love colours.
Vibrant and bright
Colours of different hues
All-seeing eyes delight.
Flame red can be dangerous,
For any girl to wear,
Red denotes passion,
Fellows, please beware.
Yellow is more mellow,
A coward's colour for sure,
If you meet a cowardly man,
Quickly show him the door!
Blue is a happy colour,
It makes one's heart sing
"In the blue of the night,"
Do you remember Bing?
Green is a restful colour,
If you are feeling blue
Go for a walk in the country.
Green will bring peace to you.
Pink a pretty shade,
Pastel and very sweet.
Lasses who dress in pink
Look sweet enough to eat.
There are dark colours,
Like sombre Grey,
Although this can look very smart
It's not bright or gay.
Black can be a certainty,
To make people feel depressed.
Why, then, in every girl's wardrobe,
Hang's an elegant little black dress.
Her face assumed a distant air,
A strong veil of old sadness.
She was relatively still young.
A butterfly in her prime of life.
Yet she felt heaviness of heart
That only age could explain.
She had seen him with other girls,
Younger butterflies than she.
Handsome as he was,
He was an attraction in the town.
Suddenly she realized he was free,
And began to notice her as she walked in the public garden.
He saw her as a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower
But he never stayed long, she was convinced.
She smiled, a sudden change of brightness.
He would realize she was not so old after all.
Her face was smooth, an evanescent of age
And wrinkles. Her eye glimmered with mirth.
Afterall wasn’t she as beautiful as any other butterfly?
Perhaps he would ask her out. Would she accept?
It would not last, she knew him too well.
Too many butterflies for her liking.
So, she’ll decline politely and show him the door.
It did not take him too long to ask her for a date.
Absentmindedly, she gladly accepted.
The mark of the beast is said to have sixes
He'll preach to the world that he brings with him, fixes
Evil is he, with a tongue that spits fire
Burning a path towards that which is higher
Charming, old fellow and he'll smile to our faces
His aim should be clear, to get into good graces
Children of god may become his believers
But then they will learn, he's like other deceivers
Hands will go up as men offer him praises
But all who appose will be scorched by his phrases
Quickly, they'll come, where he leads they will follow
But no more they'll cheer when his actions bring sorry
Nothing on earth will compare to his pride
His words, when delivered will cause a divide
Poisonous snake with pure hate to the core
Before he can win, we will show him the door
He'll bask in his joy for as long as he can
Then away to that place where his journey began
Sound the alarm with the use of all voices
For the sake of our lives, let us make the right choices
Check out my book entitled, The Untamed Mind" for more great poems. Available at Barnes and Nobles, Amazon and Completelynovel.com
Wondering where you been all day
Items missing from my closet
Trying to figure out how this came about,
and when I questioned you about it
You got mad and we screamed and fight all night
Should I take him back?
Or should I let him go?
Do I hang on to his love?
Or do I show him the door?
I’ve caught you many nights spending my time,
giving her my money, my clothes,
and you even brought her a cell phone
What the hell went wrong?
I thought you said our love was strong
Should I take him back?
Or should I let him go?
Do I hang on to his love?
Or do I show him the door?
This should be an easy decision to make
You take advantage of me every chance you get
Showing me your love does hurt
My love is for you but you treat me like dirt
Should I take him back?
Or should I let him go?
Do I hang on to his love?
Or do I show him the door?
But now I’m on to someone new,
Wondering if I should stay with you?
The love you gave me shouldn’t hurt,
and it seems that’s all your worth
Should I take him back?
Or should I let him go?
Do I hang on to his love?
Or do I show him the door?
Max
My Chicken Adventure
Authored by Chuck Keys
I found a chicken at my door
barely moving on the floor
kind of bony in and out
dirty stinky not proud nor stout
what brought him to my door today
with nothing in hand nor able to lay
I asked "where came you"
replied he "a land away true"
I asked "friend or foe this fine day"
replied he, "I am here to dine n' stay"
another mouth to feed and care for
maybe I need to show him the door
thinking of dinner for myself, " hmm" said I
"should I eat the chicken with potatoes and peas?"
so happy and gleeful he smiled so free
Thinking maybe wouldn't be eaten by me
Hungry as I was, riled at my noisy uninvited guest
i looked at him, thinking, maybe he should be my quest.
Fried, baked, barbecued or soup?
He was destined to my food group.
I ate him.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.