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Nazi chic

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.

The Knower Inhaling

Be leaved
In your redemption
As whole
Leave is unworthy
Of spirit
Usual day
Ends of spittle held
Under nectars perch, hast child as babe
Layed beneath wounds crown?
Neither beckon of blankets coldened ease
Wells, as slavic despondent ledgers
Nor, blathering distinct indemptions buffet
Break winds towards lightnings laughter

The Pianist

It was said
that he had overlarge hands,
laborer's hands,
yet when he played
eagles swam up waterfalls.

No one knew where the music came from
or the dexterity of those thick fingers.
Slavic ghosts would weave and spin all night
getting those finger-webs ready to spread
far across a difficult score.

Rachmaninov had a strong piano,
unlike Beethoven,
who occasionally broke
his less stout keyboards.
Beethoven's indominable will
cut through acceptable norms
with a buzz saw and a bulldozer.

That Russian with his
deep-set chords
rained down upon us
both sweetness and sorrow,
the way a dark cloud
in a desert often brings life.
Melodies to break or mend,
and to be thread through
any listening ear.

Soft Tissue Attached

After thousands of years
due to global ice melt in the permafrost
my carcass has been unearthed.

Not surprisingly I was hairy and
proto-Slavic.

Some idiot named me ‘Derick Specimen 974.2’,
My spirit watched as they soaked me in warm water
then froze me up again.

How many times must my remains
be poked about like this?
For centuries I have been interned,
exhumed, washed away
and bulldozed into dust,
leaving my genetic footprints all over
their dumb brains

and now some fool
looks upon my preserved remains
and names me ‘Derick’!’

Just wait until I dig one of you up
ten thousand years from now.

I won’t care how bald and scrawny looking you are,
I’ll name you: Aphrodite
even through your flaccid popsicle of a scrotum
is clear for all to see.

Slavic Folk Song

Don't eat the bear 
and the bear won't eat you
Don't stomp on flowers
Don't spit on the dew
If you are a bad person
your life will worsen
But if you are good  
then there's no need for cursin' 
Yoi yoi la la la la yoi yoi la.

Ukranian National Anthem

Ukranian National Anthem

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

1. Ukraine is not yet dead,
nor its glory and freedom,
Luck will still smile on us,
young brothers.
Our enemies will vanish,
as the dew does in the sunshine,
and we, brothers,
will be masters in our own land.

CHORUS:
We'll put the soul, the body
for our freedom
and we'll show that we brothers
are of Kozak kin.
Hey, hey, dear brothers,
Let start our work,
Hey, hey, it's time to stand,
Time to strive for freedom.

2. Nalevanko, Zalaznik,
And Taras Trusillo
Call us from the tombs
To the sacred cause.
Let us remember the glorious death
Of the Kozak-knighthood
To avoid the useless waste
Of our youth.

Chorus

3. Oh Bohdan, Oh Bohdan,
Our glorious hetman,
Why had you given Ukraine
To the hateful Moscols.
We'll give our lives
To return her honor.
We'll name us
the true sons of Ukraine.

Chorus

4. Our brothers Slavs
Have already taken the arms.
No one should wait
That we'll remain behind.
Let us unite
Slavic brothers,
Let the enemies die,
Let the freedom come.

Chorus

Not enough room to put the anthem
in their language.

Listening To Russian Poetry

The odor of turnips,
of seasoned cabbage water - borscht
flushed through musing kidneys.

Listening to Zhukovsky, Vysotsky, Tyutchev,
not comprehending a word of it.
Working my way backward
through an alphabet that echoes
proto-Slavic roots and chugs.
Muses that are a gloved slap of love,
an aching tooth,
a fondness for black-ice
words that gnaw wet socks and fingertips.
Suspicions wriggle like long dead Popes –
the smell of tobacco and damp sheets.
A dusting of earth shaken from chilled rhizomes.

Words simmer like sleeping Cossacks.
Whiffs of green water, grain, and potato,
the anguish of bruised beets.

A poetry that peels onion,
a crop used
in the pickling of cucumbers,
and other forever preserved romances.

Izabranica, My Favorite Word

My pools of words are not limited to English.
I was a missionary in France and Belgium, so learned French.
I studied Spanish in college for several years afterwards.
The US Army had me learn Russian during the Cold War,
Then cross-trained me into Serbo-Croatian during the Bosnia/Kosovo Wars.
I spent about 7 years stationed-residing in West Germany and Germany.
Like German, Slavic-derived languages are very root-driven.
The most romantic word I ever heard is "izabranica" (pronounced izabranitsa).
Typical banal English translations do not give the word justice.
Usually it is put forward as an endearment such as 'darling' or 'sweetheart'.
But my favorite Serbo-Croatian word means so much more.
The root of the word is 'bran'; 'braniti' means to select or gather.
The suffix 'ica' is a feminine ending, often used for people.
The prefix 'iza' means "out from".  So what does "izabranica' really mean?
Means more than just your one true love; more than just your soulmate...
It means the woman you chose out from among all others, your izabranica.

Occupation Destination

OCCUPATION DESTINATION  

Hey, remember the flamboyant Mr and Mrs Black,
Heard they are back,
And in actual fact,
Mr. lost his job, gave his boss too much flak!

Employees had gone missing, it was reputed
That something strange,
Was actually in range,
The rumours could not be pinpointed or disputed!

The ‘Blacks’ had decided that their old occupation,
Was far more fun,
Son of a gun,
All this time they were in preparation!

They had looked up ancestors and kin,
Many were in Hungary India,
Greece, Bohemia and Serbia,
Their new, rather old lifestyle, was about to begin.

India was a bit far, rather the Slavic places,
Excitement was mounting,
And they began counting,
They remembered the 18th century faces!

And so, need to go into the evil and gory,
These vampires had a ball,
They had such gall,
Their pantry always full, and they, in their glory!

In the Kingdom By the Sea, My Pretty Becky

Off to Starbucks for my spot of Teavana Earl Grey Tea
I am Blessed! Princess Rebecca this morning, I do see
A quick gaze at her, oh my she looks even more sexy
In The Kingdom By The Sea, My Pretty Becky

I dream of sailing with her off the Shore of Jersey
We cruising with no destination, maybe Guernsey
We live a life of no worries and all carefree
In The Kingdom By The Sea, My Pretty Becky

I sit inside and sip my spot of tea
Reading the Times, thinking of My Becky
She too busy this morning to even gaze back at me
In The Kingdom By The Sea, My Pretty Becky

I dream one day we meet, I do foresee
I hope all goes well, a heavenly wish for me
A six foot tall Slavic princess, oh so slender and pretty
In The Kingdom By The Sea, My Pretty Becky

I still too nervous to say hello, I am so nerdy
Should I stop dreaming of what may be too good for me
Almost done sipping my daily Teavana Tea
In The Kingdom By The Sea, My Pretty Becky

I go back to street to jog back home, so fit is me
I feel sad lacking My Destiny Girl; feel so empty
I dream New Year's Eve with her at NYC's Marriott Marquis
In The Kingdom By The Sea, My Pretty Becky

Libussa

The lighting, it was over-bright.
Her heart was black, her brain - insane.
Proud, majestic in full moon light.
The lighting, it was over-bright.
A sword to wheel her pagan smite.
Libussa now begins her reign. 
The lighting, it was over-bright.
Her heart was black, her brain - insane.

Libussa - from the film "The Pagan Queen"
THE PAGAN QUEEN is based on the Czech legend of Libuse, the Slavic queen of 8th century Bohemia.

For Julia Ward's - First Line Prompt - 2 - Poetry Contest 
Written June 14, 2016

Estern Slavic Folklore Poetry In Translations

https://allpoetry.com/group/show/33202-Eastern%20Slavic%20Folklore%20Poet

The Lunch

The Lunch 
Today I ate the worst meal for years, dry fried liver
and burnt onions with a salad that tested of fish because
the cook had used a fish knife to cut the lettuce.
I didn`t like to make a fuzz but left no tips and on the day
sun was too hot and I felt miserable. 

There was a time in 1946 when poverty washed the cold 
shores of my country that I would be happy for a meal like this
it was a time of mass migration and I remember a mother
and child I think they were Slavic dressed in rags, 
there was no work and had to go newspaper rounds to make
a little money, yet she did the couple a few coins 

Europe was awash with migrants, there had been a war but
people were protesting they had little food and didn`t want
to share any of it yet there was no open hatred.
Is it not odd to think that my country that is rich now and its 
people are full of hatred against migrants 
and a right wing party shares power with a fascist one, yes 
it is sad when we lose the ability to be human and show no
sympathy for those who flee wars in the Middle East and Africa.

Winds Obey

tale
from old
Slavic god
idol worshipped
sage  and  protector
season’s spirit
winds obey
chiming
toll

gusts
from gods
stab with blades
of  potent  breath
freezing  the  tundra
and stripping oaks
till summer’s
warm air
wafts

winds
rage on
in  winter
born from the sea
called by Stribog’s horn  
warrior’s  songs
command his
grandsons
blow!


*source: Wikipedia and pagan-soul.blogspot
For Shadow's Gods of Winds Contest, 12/17/14

Vampires of Bulgaria

In the southern mountains of Bulgaria  
A gruesome discovery had been made                                                     
They uncovered hundreds of skeletons
Of vampires that were slayed
They had religious charms beside them 
To stop the dead from rising again
And iron stakes still protruding
From their chests of their remains
In the Slavic villages everywhere
Plagues had broken out
And anti-Vampire rituals
Were common scenes throughout
This plague had started to ravage
Populations of medieval times
Hysteria had gripped the people
From the walking dead at night
So the people created an image
In the form of two graves
To resemble the Virgin Mary
With child to keep evil away 
In the ancient city of Thracian
Stands a hilltop citadel
In the ruins of Perperikon
A truly living hell




Based On A True Story 

© Copyright KC.Leake
4th December 2014
All Rights Reserved

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