What we currently see from radical Islam
is inaccurately termed ‘anti-Semitism’
It actually is fanatical hatred of the Jews
as ancient as Abraham ~ it will inevitably lose
June 21, 2025
For the Beatles 'Lay it to Me' song Contest by Charles Messina
The old iron curtain came down
But soon a clown reclaimed the crown
Ruthless and hollow-souled he rose
Now a foul Soviet wind blows
From the east it battered Ukraine
Spreading such cruel and endless pain
The past returns in blackened char
“Back in the U.S.S.R.”
They went to the spar hotel and got it on. One time was enough to revive the old socialist. He was fully revived. This was similar but different than before. They bonked away one session and did other things. This was better than being in the reading room studying revolutionary doctrines. The human body needed nourishing as did the mind. Blue was illuminated and revived in all ways. Like a rescued nation freed of a capitalist government replaced by a loyal communist one. Total revival of all things. If only it was always like this rather than the continued battle capitalist and communist in the way of the world. A good buck suck ruck was the key. He needs no Viagra it's all natural service guaranteed. He's locked and loaded. His bright green target cross is locked on his target, focused to infinity. See how she dances soon to dance with him. What will they create?
SELL OUT Nick Armbrister new book out soon
Perestroika, a love letter
Glasnost beaten by the devil
prison camps revitalized
repression modernized
for the new world
new wars the same young men die
Ukraine's children bleed red
Putin's delusions
unraveled Russian humanity
He could suffer no longer
he sang songs at the piano
in reminisce
languishing in time
that seemed to move backwards
solitude became intolerable
A marked man buried
never forgotten
in the wind a soft voice whispers
come my love
I await you
Love Raisa
You worked so hard but just exist.
Your high school grad dates you just missed,
evacuated from Ukraine.
In Russia’s army to resist,
you fought the tyrant Hitler’s reign.
You worked so hard but just exist
on meager pensions. You subsist
by choosing food or meds, that’s plain.
No other kinfolks to assist
in taking care of you in midst
of tears and shakes of flashback strain,
you worked so hard but just exist!
Although you made your job’s A-list,
you now wear rags, your joints in pain,
no other kinfolks to assist.
Your teeth all gone, in life’s mean twist,
these lines remain your grim refrain:
You worked so hard but just exist,
no other kinfolks to assist.
To help elderly Holocaust survivors in the former Soviet Union, visit the website of the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews at ifcj.org.
The old soviet-union
It must have been winter when the old tank skip
Sailed through the Dardanelles into the Black sea
Which was full of ice flakes.
The ship was loading oil in a town I have forgotten
The name of, but I do remember it was sparse
On-street lights had a wide boulevard and few cars.
We found a restaurant in a building the looked
An office block, we ate caviar and drank white wine.
A place for the Nomenclature in ill-fitting suits.
The old soviet - union still existed in all its dullness
And general sadness, which I think is over now
people who make good wine can’t be kept down.
Soviet Jet
Soviets are like mosquitoes
Always there in the environment
There’s no escape from them
They get in your head
So they rule you remorsessly
By power of paranoia
A bite is a bullet
An infection is a bomb
A disease is a nuclear blast
Mosquitoes are Russians
Russians are mosquitoes
Waiting to be eradicated
By a superior power
Always ready for war
Endless circle of deceit
Mosquito flight round you
Looking for an opening
To attack you
While you sleep
The Russian way
Keep you off guard
Then get you
But not if we strike
And drain their pond
Spray them with insecticide
So they never breed again
No more Novichok
Or nukes or bio weapons
Finally we are safe
Except from our own
FECKING PARANOIA!!!
from Side of the Hill – Varied Poems... Nick Armbrister
Hungary 1956
The innocent flowers peered gingerly
Through the stench in the iron pavement
Hesitating, then stretching the petals greedily
To drink of the sunlight of Possibility...
Czechoslovakia 1968
Beaming, grinning, grown men giddy with laughter
Liberty unleashed! Gone Repression's manacles
Now marching, shouting, swelling to a gale force
Unstoppable, sweeping aside all resistance in her path...
Happy Endings
...When, bludgeoned by cement-faced tanks
Petals ducking inward, collapsing
Pistils and stamens suffocating
Vanished smiles annihilated
Choked on oxygen-depleted
Placards of Freedom unbetrothed...
...All the flowers died...
...All the people withered...
...Crushed -- oh-so --Happily --ever --after
SOVIET SEX
An old professor, communist and wed,
Had recently been rather emotive:
Turned to his wife one night in their big bed -
I think our love arrangement’s inactive.
I’m sorry if I seem to be restive
But single-spouse is bourgeois, usual.
We should perhaps live in a collective:
No exclusivity residual !
There’s a pretty nurse at the hospital
Who wants to live in with us, (I mean me).
Yes, I think you might like living with Sal :
And our bed is big enough for all three.
Yes, says wife, but bed’s big enough for four:
So let’s include her young husband Igor.
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