"jackboots" poems
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face
17.6k
The sky is falling
The people are hiding
The jackboots are on their way
A mother is calling
A child is crying
Uncertain they'll live through the day
The tanks, they are treading
Across sovereign borders
Some soldiers are dreading
Their inhumane orders
Though they have an advantage
This war can't be won
And that "collateral damage"
Is somebody's son
The victims of war
Are the poor and the sick
Slaughtered like cattle
For the wealthy and rich
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
They weren’t all cut from the same cloth
*vilified tenders of the iron *****
some were lovers
(or lucid dreamers)
stage romantics
hidden behind jackboots
and skull caps
and switchblade seams
Caste members of a forlorn pack
counting their patchwork and deeds
conjuring up demons
around the console
filling their dreams
with radio reds
and dusted quarries
and faded sepia prints
Brass knuckles
and marches of the few
lightening bolt cracks
from a chilling blood moon
death’s dark specter
cold and ominous looms
the cobalt sea swells
near the nestled, and lost
Clubhouse at Kiusta
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Howls in the night
cross the threshold of savagery
Coordinated hate
of a hundred jackboots
stomping faces in the streets
Storefronts smashed
Crushed glass crunching
under the feet of unbridled violence
Doors bashed in
Swinging sledges smash
Women and children dragged
kicking and screaming from their homes
Beaten unconscious
then beaten while unconscious
Clothes rended
flesh roughly groped
******* mashed
by laughing barbarians
with teeth made of knives
Innocence of a generation *****
in a single evening
Ransacking hands
strangle the wealth of a culture
One thousand synagogues in flames
light cast magnified in the carpet of crystals
sparkle of hellish brilliance
Ninety one lives snuffed
they were the lucky ones
Avoided the camps
where greater horrors were wrought
in the forges of torment
from the pounding of flesh
beneath hatred like hammers
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC
The sun was up, and daylight blue
Filled all the air, but in the streets
An obsidian dress fast cloaked la rue
As evil crept on stealthy feet
Which seemed at first to be small threat
And undetect; but threat was rife
With subtle moves the spylings breathe
The stench of death, they lower life
In a malicious, abrupt way
Bewildered me, made themselves known
Enemies to Freedom they
Serve only to protect the crown
We tangled, thrashed, my soul abashed
As in obsidian pall it drowned
And so throughout the bleak days, years
They barricade the street and skies
Their poxy prisons bring me years
As they cull freebird as he flies
He nimble tells their secrets for dear
Price, a price upon his years
Whereon the chase upon my back
The devils apace to do their Ill
Behind, beside me hearts pure black
Know only evil Love no thrill
For ****** rank they have the knack
Of making life turn still
The car swerved in with metal groan
I run past them ever fast
They the inquisition to my Joan
Freedoms flag upon my
mast
Such fearfulness I have not known
Than that they inspire, all hope lost
What will become of our good man?
Their petulance stalks him, his friends
If all this time with strength he can
Put doomed world on the mend
He hath outwit them, beat the man
Even if to grave they him send
It is about a year ago
The hunt, chase for me was afoot
As we pacing to and fro
In that town of soot
A town of beauty till I behold
The black coats and jackboots
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
The Roman empire has fallen
sadness weeps bitter tears
how the mighty became poor old waif
and the west held their jamboree without ignominy
For once they were carried on shoulders in sedan trains
in pomp and ceremony the masters sought safaris and ruled lions
from Goa to Timbuktu the whiff of toast on marmalade n Darjeeling
jackboots and clipped voices rang in plantations n hymns in churches
The Roman empire has fallen
Tea two anti-depressants please
Oh no no how have the mighty fallen
unwanted unloved we cry diminished glory
no invites to Continental parties no lovers in Casablanca
the dusky maidens as footstool are Doctors at the corner Surgery
those hunky dark torsos ferrying cocoa to steamers heading Cardiff
are now earning two hundred thousand grand a week and drive Rolls
The Roman empire has fallen
now we just drink Bitter all the time
the mighty s of the universe are now *******
come see the bullies in the school playground playing the Raj
let me show you a place where four in ten cannot spell enterprising
did you know when not in the Tropics some go for weeks un-bathed
shock and awe jealousy n envy is the new black making them so mad
old n young no self respect, no dignity and now only sad mad bullies
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
(part 1)
Have you forgotten us?
We, who, taken from our homes
Our families and friends
Were shunted like cattle
In railway boxes fit for pigs
Yet treated worse than either.
Have you forgotten us?
We, who were stamped and numbered
Stripped and tortured
Bruised and beaten
Used as playthings for perverted men.
Have you forgotten us?
We, who were stripped naked
And bundled into innocent looking rooms
Whose clinical stench
Belayed their hidden purpose.
Have you forgotten us?
We, who screamed with terror
Drowning the laughs
Of those outside
As steel faucets
Belched forth death.
Have you forgotten us?
We, the millions of children
Who like rotting manure
Were bulldozed into
Bottomless pits
Turning them into mountains.
(part 2)
Have you forgotten us?
You, who protest so loudly, so bitterly
Against the use of animals
In scientific experiments.
No one protested
When they used us.
Have you forgotten us
You, who care so much for your old
Your sick and your disabled,
Our old were clubbed to death
Our sick were left to die
Our disabled were used for sport.
Have you forgotten us?
You, who lovingly protect your children.
Ours were wrenched away from us
Ours were used for ****** perversions,
Ours were skinned alive.
No one protected them.
Have you forgotten us?
You, who found the camps
The massive ovens
The mountains of bodies
The hoards of hair and teeth
The human skinned lampshades.
Have you forgotten us?
You, who murdered us.
Are you deaf to our cries?
Were they simply orders?
Were you just soldiers?
Didn’t you really know?
Have you forgotten us?
You the world we left behind.
Can thirty years really dull
Your memory of it all?
Did it really happen?
Wasn’t it all exaggerated?
(part 3)
So now we look down
We thirty million or so
At the indifference
The political cover-ups
The bland excuses
The half-hearted attempts at justice.
The murderers who live
In luxury and power
The monsters of earth
Who created hell
The generation who forgot
The generation who never knew
The generation who will never know
The jackboots
The ********
The Nazis’ salute
(part 4)
Yes you have forgotten us.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 6:58 AM UTC
Seldom have I seen such strength, such purposefulness shown
And I have witnessed many who have made their message known,
Immovable this woman stands in seas of raging tide
Where friend and foe, as challengers, she’s deftly swept aside.
Resolute she stands atop white cliffs of blazing chalk
To glare across the Channel where her predecessors stalked
In league with Winston Churchill with pugnacious jawline set
When he thrashed the fiend in Jackboots and field grey appuletes.
In league with Margaret Thatcher with that glint of grey in eyes
To the accolades of Gorbachev who recognised the prize.
In league with Boadecia the ghost of power past
Who rallied this great nation to fight on to the last.
Snapping at her ankles the dogs of turmoil writhe
And comrades of another time amass to criticise,
Labourites howl murderously to all who would take heed
While the rabble rousing Europeans joust to intercede.
Swirling round her skirts they mass now screaming their abuse
At her articulated message of a pathway less obtuse.
If Tony Blair had the ***** it’s to her side he’d dance
As would Jeremy Corbett but of that there’s little chance,
Her Majesty stands forthright, as do all her heirs
Including Will and Harry who are cheering from the stairs.
Dianna’s there in spirit plus the Kiwis from the pub
And the rough crowd from the chippie all dolled up with a scrub.
She needs ALL of you behind her in her struggle for the best,
Independence for Great Britain is ascendancy’s great quest.
The very heart of what It means to dwell within these shores
The very heart of what it means to be Brittish to the core.
England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales combining for the task
Of a guarantee of future from the quagmire of the past.
We SHALL stand behind Teresa May and make our voices heard
As we scream aloud the anthem to impart our final word….
RULE BRITANNIA,
BRITTANIA RULE THE WAVES
BRITAIN NEVER, NEVER EVER…
SHALL BE SLAVES!
Boom, boom, boom
RULE BRITANNIA,
BRITANNIA RULE THE WAVES
BRITAIN NEVER, NEVER EVER….
SHALL BE SLAVES!
M.
18 December 2018
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Listening to the rain. Safe inside, no fear of the midnight knock on the door. I am at peace free to think my own thoughts. No pyres of burning books, no
sound of jackboots coming over the hill. Only the noise of the comforting rain wild and free.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
I see you there in the corner
Your voice trembling with fear
And I see you there on the pedestal
Your fist raised high in your patriotic fervor
I see you there in the church
Your body tense, in frustration, at the failure of your coin operated god
I see you there in the gutters
Clutching your alcoholic life preserver
I see you there on the battlefield
Leading the forces of Armageddon to victory
And I see you there
In a hospital bed
Old, weak, and impotent
Yes, I see you dying
I see you there, having achieved your ultimate goal
Fulfilling your emptiness
And I see you there
Under the brightly painted jackboots
I see you there lighting righteous fires from your state of perdition
And I see you, unconquerable
In exquisite defiance
As a burning testament to the strength of your revolution
I see you at both ends of the gamut
In strength and weakness
Sickness and health
Oppressed, Oppressor, and free man
And I wonder how I
In my alien skin
Could walk among you
Breathe your air, and bleed your blood
But I know that I cannot
So I watch as I have for ages
Your beautiful drama
And dream of the day you will reach out to me
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
****** castanets -
Floors sprinkled with shrapnel
Under the dancer's skirt -
A broken guitar
Holding a flaccid hand
Midstrum
In it's hollow mouth -
Scattered sheets of unedited poems
Stained with spattered flecks of brain -
Broken bottles
In puddles of Chartreuse and Campari
Congealing onto corpses
Slouching at the bar -
Jackboots kicking the viscera from their path -
Searching for a poet's mortal coil
So it can be shuffled
Into the pyre of ideologues and deviants
Protecting the oppression of this fleeting order.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
i live in the real world
you know the one
where you just die daily
don't get to play super hero
or soar thro redditzen7thpatriarchterritory
blazing imaginary tales
jackboots on or is that Doc Martin's
a blaze inglorious
still dies out
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
So what's the statute
Of limitations on racists and their statues?
You've never seen a statue of ****** have you?
I guess his hatred matters 'cause he killed millions of whites & Jews?
But Tens of thousands of the abused & doomed
Had that Jesus skin and hair:
That bronze and wool.
Bet you never knew!
Nazis killed the handicapped, the poor, gentiles, and blacks too!
On the ****** Scales of justice, white genocide blood just weighs more than ours do.
But back to the racist statues:
If ****** can't have one,
Why should Columbus, Lee & Leverhulme?
Only one reason ruptures through:
Kkkers feel more affection for stone
Than human blood, bones,
Spines, and sinews.
So no more imploring just to be refused;
****** down those statues!
Use ropes knotted into a noose,
Whips, chains, jackboots!
Firehoses, batons, and hooves!
Bring branding irons!
Surround the statues!
Sling slurs and abuse!
Yes!
It's time for each and every racist statue
To taste the same treatment that black bodies do
~🖋Peacock Secrets Poetry📜
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
boardroom doors,
circuits open
grey matter hallways
where skeletons
made of lightning
fricassee my synapses
jackboots roundup
****** dahlias deflowered,
their wilted smiles
rainbow
the grass below
with shadows
cowardly dandelions
roar no more,
taken to see the wizard
on yellow brick roads
paved with the
carcasses of braver kin.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
Shrouded martyr pray for me
My life of flesh comes reckoning
Those whom I plot to overthrow
Stand at my door Jackboots in tow
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
LOVE GAMES
In your eyes I found love.
Your pupils like that of a love-struck teenager with a crush.
A tantalising sparkle that made my heart rush.
Exciting tachycardia.
Banging heart exploding, near bursting as if a blood filled balloon.
His feet so tired and heavy weren't sporting his black jackboots, imagined they were ballet pumps.
Walking on air.
He realised his teacher cared.
These role playing games entranced them.
Long may they dance.
(c) Livvi
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
And I know, or at least,
As much as I can hope to know,
What you must have thought of me, then,
Wasted on pretense with all your illusions dispelled, you watched from high above the world as a country devoured itself, and it was like all at once,
It all became real for you,
As the skies burned,
the streets grew teeth,
the police bullets fell,
the infernal jackboots of the great fascist Other pressed against your door,
And kicked,
And kicked,
And you thought this would be it,
That hell had finally come to collect on all that which you owed,
And I know, because I was there too,
I, like you, am afraid here,
And I, like you, haven’t known peace since that night,
But you, desperate,
Looking for a martyr,
Found nothing to blame it on but me,
And your eyes,
My own brother’s eyes,
Found nothing in mine but blood,
The deep, irreconcilable blood of a whitewashed history,
Misrepresented context,
The propaganda of hegemony,
And I let you go on,
I let you make me whatever kind of monster you needed me to be,
I knew then, as I do now,
How badly you needed to feel once again like you were in control,
That your enemy was small, and laid exposed in front of you,
Begging to be destroyed,
Brother,
I know now that you are gone,
But even through this,
This impossible distance,
I cannot apologize to you,
Brother,
Mine was never the path of reconciliation,
I chose the path of strife I knew you could never follow,
I don’t believe we’re going to talk our way
Out of this,
Or anything else,
I don’t have faith in the system which gave birth to this,
This endless parade of monsters,
To save us from them,
Brother,
If you need me,
I will be in the darkness with you,
Not clinging to it’s walls,
But trying, with every beat of my still living heart,
To tear them down,
So that the light may come in,
Brother,
Until that day comes,
I will keep a candle lit for you,
And when it doesn’t,
You can tell me I was wrong,
And I’ll reply,
At least I died trying
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Jackboots
Exactly what are jackboots, eh? Tell me.
Well, jackboots were designed by this guy, Jack,
You see, because jacksneakers didn’t work
And jackloafers were out of the question
Jack wanted a boot everyone could hate
Even though they didn’t know what it was
And so anyone you don’t like wears jackboots
You polish them nicely with vitriol
Available at finer shops everywhere
And you’re a Facist…Facsit…Fascist, dude!
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
It's true
my country has turned
from a place I loved
into a nation of fascists
one big salute... HEIL
to my fascist nation
I need to get the **** out of here
for everything here now makes me sick
I am waiting for the day
when stormtroopers break down my door
I need my guards close
I need to stay secure
No one can speak out
no one can say no
and they watch you
and they monitor you
where ever you go
in this fascist nation
It's not Great Britain
it's ****** Britain
and those in power
are trying to take us down
we are the enemy
they have the jackboots to crush us into the ground
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
They whispered first, "The danger’s near,
Protect the flag, protect the land."
With trembling hands and stoked-up fear
They crowned a tyrant, fierce and grand.
The papers screamed of foes within,
While neighbors nodded, played along.
They dressed up cruelty as win,
And taught the children right was wrong.
Laws were penned with sly disguise,
Freedom shrank with each decree.
They jailed the truth and fed the lies,
And sold it all as liberty.
They bragged about the one pure race,
Right arms outstretched, their hate aflame.
While camps were built - a brutal place
For those they marked with ruthless shame.
The laws got sharper, paper-thin,
"Protect traditions!" they proclaimed,
But what they meant was: purge the sin
Of every soul they tagged and named.
It grew not fast, no, slow, routine,
A creeping dread behind the cheer,
But hate was polished - sharp, obscene,
And marching boots drowned out the fear.
They taught the crowd to praise each lie,
To hail the fiend disguised as saint.
And if one dared to ask them why;
They'd brand the voice as treason's taint.
The jackboots marched, elections gone,
Press was muzzled, chained, and whipped.
The terror just kept marching on,
And people's freedom cleanly stripped.
A flag was waved, the crowd obeyed,
To chants of order, pride, and might,
While cages filled with those they’d preyed,
And mercy withered from their sight.
But wait - this doesn’t echo past,
Not Berlin’s streets, not Auschwitz’s gates,
It’s in the headlines, crisp and fast;
It's happening now in the States.
See, silence writes the tyrant’s song!
Don’t wait for others, YOU'RE the fight,
So here’s your call: be loud, be strong,
So march, and shout, and claim the night.
It’s not just borders, flags, or pride,
This fight is one this world must share,
If freedom falls and truth has died,
No corner’s safe, not anywhere.
Don’t wait, don’t whisper; shout it clear!
Spread truth so none believe the lies;
Unite the world, let all ears hear!
We fight as one, as one we rise.
As Auschwitz whispers through the years,
A million voices etched in flame.
Their souls demand our rage, our tears,
So history won't repeat its shame!
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC