"nationalists" poems
July 4th, 2018
Where the land of the free has become obscured by the shadow
of oppression,
Its' silhouettes are the monsters
children are afraid of under their beds.
How, fireworks remind so many gunshots
Self-proclaimed nationalists cannot stay loyal enough,
to know what would be good for this land.
This land of the free,
no longer belongs to the home of the brave,
but the cowardly.
Family & children born unto what we deem unattached,
from the roots of this soil,
they are not welcomed for lady liberty's "borrowed" arms to embrace them.
When each artifact
was sculpted from an immigrant's hands,
but we've warranted their tribulations
are greater than stars on our flag.
If those stars stand for detainment,
tragedy, and fascism.
I do not proudly pledge such ideals,
embracing my heritage of greats-
who journeyed over on ships across seas.
They are the stars of America's history.
—V.H.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
these days
looking around the globe
one might believe that we are travelling in time
just in the wrong direction
regression as progress
seems to be
the dominant notion of the day
creating wannabees in various disguises
populist czars, sultans, nationalists, dictators,
assorted self-appointed snake-oil salesmen
and saviors of their peoples’ wealth and health,
trumpeting fences, walls, tough immigration laws,
etc., etc.
to keep out all those aliens
who otherwise are welcome
as our partners in the global trade
that seems to dominate the world of greed
so we can all be ourselves
whatever that might mean
claiming to solve the problems of tomorrow
with romanticized memories of yesterday
is hopeless and quite dangerous
do you remember
what that glorified past
actually was?
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
We shall make
A recourse to the gun,
If for election we run
Devoid of ideas,
Sell which we can,
We could hardly win
The heart of a single fan.
Also labelled
"Corrupts,atavists
And narrow nationalists"
They can
Put on us a ban
So that sinks on us
The Sun.
Climbing into
A political ivory tower
Is not for us,
Let us beat
The drum of war
To garner
And to monger to power.
.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
*to further my point, as an eager reader in
a catholic school, reading about
the gnostic heretics, wondering
with my theology tutor upon the question
asked: don't you think the gnostic heretics
influenced mohammad on the sly?
i mean, they too believed a phantom walked
among men, and a phantom was crucified?*
my confirmation didn't take place
in a cathedral, as was due course for all of
us in being schooled, by a bishop
in brentwood cathedral,
i opted out... my confirmation came
in a russian orthodox cathedral,
in st. petersburg, when i watched
people standing for a scrap of iconoclasm,
with the priest mumbling
toward a golden altar, as typical in
the tradition, buttocks towards the people
or as in the western tradition
reciting in latin, before the nationalists
came and spoke the gospel in each
designated tongue so people understood,
a bit like having your back turned
against the people - speaking in latin -
and when i sat i the church
to listen to the choir singing,
some lesser ecclesiastical prompted me
to stand up, and pay respect to the golden
altar... he told me to stand up!
what cheek... what barbarism... only
in russia... i had to stop being bewildered
by the beauty of song and listen to
a priest knock-down-ginger on a palette of
gold... THEN i was confirmed...
donkey's ******** to this **** i'm leaving!
mind the fact that i've seen the greatest
degradation of mysticism take place...
the tetragrammaton was being defiled all along...
in catholic bureaucracy it has been there all along,
the idiots reminded me of it...
you're born: first name, baptismal name, surname...
you're educated: confirmation name...
that takes four spaces of consideration...
so by catholic definition of sharpening pencils,
folding pieces of paper, filing the folded pieces
of paper, bending paper-clips i'm god...
but only in writing... first name, baptismal name,
confirmation name, surname...
a bit like a clone... a clone indeed in writing...
same d.n.a., same bone mandibles of the jaw...
but experience-wise... un-original to the ****
not even a clone... not able to experience major
historical figures... a soul in a twin body by itself...
a twin without twinning, segregated by ulterior
if not auxiliary motives... clone on paper...
clone by experience? i don't think so... impossible...
too many inter-actants along the way
can't possibly replicate thinking in a clone...
different mr. john smith... NEXT!
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
Conservatives cannot admit
that the White Nationalists were wrong
"But what about Black Lives Matter.
But what about the Alt-Left.
But what about what Fox News said.
But what about what our ******* cartoon of a president said."
Think for yourself.
You are feeling bad for Neo-Nazis.
They killed people.
They have a history of killing people.
They would **** everyone that isn't white.
This country has become disgusting.
A large portion is defending the actions of terrorists.
White Nationalists, ISIS--
They are, literally, the same.
You cannot be peaceful
when it comes to Nazis.
By sympathizing with them,
you are condoning them and creating more.
The only good **** is a dead ****
Be a ******* person,
think for yourself,
recognize true evil
when you see it,
you brainwashed *****
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
I saw a banner
“See something say something”
bestriding a Union City street
raising eyebrows of suspicion
in a hood’s ***** retreat
I see blood red MAGA caps
embolden distemperate fits
ready to answer jingoistic dissings
with an *** kickin liberty chit
I see a Blue Line stained flag
It slices a field of united states
a wall to seperate us from them
God save us from reprobates
I hear shouts hailing militarism
saluting troops marching to war
Patriots offer sons and daughters
from families of the nation’s poor
I see a hoisted Gadsden Flag
boasting Don’t Tread on Me
true liberty a hissing asp
venomous country tis of thee
I see the stirring marches
aggrieved white nationalists sing
Confederacy of Blood and Soil!
cries for freedom ring
Music:
Lotte Lenya in Alabama Song
by Kurt Weill recording 1930
Art:
George Grosz
Vienna Street Fight
Puyallup
7/10/18
jbm
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
Nodding off at midnight for nothing at all but to get away from this place
A noise is a heard off in the distance as I begin to wince
At a pain that I can't ever seem to describe
The open road beckons every man, every soul, takes tolls
Lucid in the imagery of a fattened up bride to be
Making all that money to spend it
And then to dish it out for authority and lend it
Alone in this chip filled dish
Oh the memories of the morning wishing myself away from here
Picking up sticks, tossing them toward those river fish
Ridiculing myself in the mirror
Seeing nothing but another non-believer
Freak dashes left, as the others dash right
All running somewhere seems like the holy light
No situation in a room full of foreigners and nationalists
Attacking themselves for a high and mighty this and that
Tell me the way to live and I'll give it a try
But don't expect me to ever sign the dotted line
Holding in detention with bars that are lined with gold and books
I took a look and saw myself gleaming aside a bubbling brook
No this place ain't my home and neither is here
Maybe that's the way old Lear used to feel
Books are vanishing while I'm diminishing
Taking everything literally as the literary are building
That next big one just to be tossed up into the critical sun
Burning my mattress avoiding high stress
Bottles of burgundy line these dusty shelves
A wind is picking up far due south
Heading west to God's gaping mouth
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
i'll be the one fattening the nationalists like
they're worthy to inherit the swine skidding
kinds of talk of the famous winged Hussar toppling
mountain in stone as in grain of sand: avalanche -
and akin to a crows' kraken bellowing: gluttonous kra!
und tod! schatten överskuggar död:
and what yearn be dripped in acknowledged European -
loftier thought than done, kindred of what's called
the civilised / colonial world - toward the auburn horizontal -
and in due bereaving: left undone, and unduly asked for:
to be grasped as worshipped, quasi Lutheran,
mingling Calvinist and Catholic... but never the love affair
of Henry VIII. so much of modern English
history is bound to Las Vegas, and so much to the Hajj toward
Jerusalem no one cares about... then so few to mind
the invasion of the Polish-Lithuanian
Commonwealth by the Swedes... because this is England,
and Cockney speaks, usurper of the royal tongue, due to pride,
due to the elephant man, due to jack the ripper and
harry the stinker... and the joyous rhapsody coming
from the lonely mile in Irish slang; or said: Mamelukes -
because the Mongols were at one point defeated -
and thus grieved the Baghdad skull with tinges of Hamlet -
oh the grand library, what was left of it, could remain
enshrined in Texan avoidance - not to be:
Chilcot Coke - Cooled Coca and later Koala - Bruise and White -
thugs' select - later respect'ah - bony g and later bonbon
and much later bony m - and much much
later Alfonso Jalfrezi - alias gaga: and all the culinary sagas,
the Forsytes of Malta... or the Forsytes of Málaga?
i'm sure that question is all about:
wherever the peppercorn blows
and wherever the sneeze deposits a hunch
toward an itchy cartilage - from an itch and a scratch:
a butterfly! well, isn't this
the most beautiful of all possible worlds...
sorta makes you want to get up in the morning
and say good-morning to someone.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
these days
looking around the globe
one might believe that we are traveling in time
just in the wrong direction
regression as progress
seems to be
the dominant notion of the day
creating wannabes in various disguises
populist czars, sultans, nationalists, dictators,
assorted self-appointed saviors
of their peoples’ wealth and health,
trumpeting fences, walls, tough immigration laws,
etc., etc.
to keep out and silence all those aliens
or invade their countries
and eliminate them
who otherwise are welcome
as our partners in the global trade
that seems to dominate the world of greed
so we can all be ourselves
whatever that might mean
claiming to solve the problems of tomorrow
with memories of yesterday
is not only hopeless but quite dangerous
do you remember
what that glorified past
actually was?
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 5:37 AM UTC
Listening to
A Youtube series
On the history of China
Starts in Imperial China
During the days of the warlords
China looked to Russia
To help them drive out
The warlords
And in exchange
Chinese communists would
Be accepted
The nationalists
And Communists
Worked together
To overthrow the warlords
I had a bowl of oatmeal
Small oranges
And Trader Joes
Honey Nut O's
I don't work that much
I'm poor
And happy to be that way
No plans to
Move out
Or to pay rent
I'm going to do
Exactly as I please
If they try to kick me out
I will stay at the park
I have a house key
But they would never
Do that
Because I help out
Too much here
Besides these people
Will need my help
In their old age
I like to study China
And Russia
I figure one
Or both of these countries
Will attack America
One day
Fun to learn about them
I live near the mountains
I like the mountains
A day with my friends
I had recently
It reminded me how much
I miss them
And how much time
I spend alone
I enjoy podcasts
And documentaries
I've never had ***
I dream about
Beautiful caring women
Their hair adorned
With Lilacs
And daffodils
Their sweet scented
Honeysuckle
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Would it not be wonderful if all human beings on Earth came to understand that each is as divine as the other--indeed, that all, all creations in the infinite Cosmos are imbued by their maker with the same indelible divineness of their same maker?
There are an estimated 4,300 "different" religions on Earth, each praying to the same God, but calling their same God different names.
Yet, there can be only one maker of the infinite Cosmos.
Why, therefore, do we continue this false notion, this illusion, through millennia, fighting wars over these illusory differences, killing millions and millions and millions of other human beings because we are unwilling to see truth, let alone embrace it?
These fake differences at best keep all of us on Earth separate, divided, and thus cause us tragically to see those of us with different skin colors, different physical features, using different languages and dialects, having different customs, at best appearing different from ourselves, and at worst, instigating untold killings of "others."
If ever you saw a beautiful painting, no doubt you would have seen in it many differences: colors, forms, shapes, contours, all of which collectively you might have found at the least interesting, at most beautiful.
But what if you saw only a white canvass with nothing on it?
Would you find that beautiful, engrossing, mesmerizing, even to any extent satisfying?
But this is the canvass racists, neo-Nazis, white supremacists, white nationalists, the KKK, the Proud Boys, and so many others like them, want hanging in their houses.
Hate, unconsciously of themselves because they were never loved, is their religion. And just like their religious forebearers of the Middle Ages, they are now fighting their Crusades against others who appear different from themselves, but ironically and tragically are not.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC
The President will start a
nuclear war over twitter
if he has to.
White Nationalist is a way
of saying ******* It's re-labeled
to desensitize us.
The President sympathizes with
the White Nationalists because
he can't afford to lose their vote.
My president does not have my
best interest in mind.
He is a power hungry tyrant--
and half are too dumb to notice.
You don't worship God. You don't.
You worship politics infused
with spirituality.
You dehumanize those who
are different from you because
you are a scared little *****
All Nazis must die.
Them dying is the
greater good.
Nazis are inferior.
Die **** Die.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
If you would like to run a country
And run it with an iron fist
While thumbing your nose at democracy,
Then keep in mind the following list:
One. Once you're in office,
Defy the voters that you'd been wooing
By doing some of the things that you
Criticized your opponent for doing.
Two. Demonize the media.
Accuse them of grossly distorting
The truth. Call them the enemy,
And give no credence to what they're reporting.
Three. When matters don't go your way,
Resort to alternative facts and choose
Disinformation as the best way
To strengthen your base with far-fetched views.
Four. Give alt-right nationalists
Top positions on your team
And then belittle those who say
That your advisers are too extreme.
Five. Meet with the FBI
To clarify your expectations.
Tell them that they should knock down stories
And change ongoing investigations.
Six. Pressure heads of intelligence
Investigative committees to call
Reporters to tell them to alter reports.
Tell them "To hell with protocol!"
Seven. Downplay the roles of foreign
Countries in helping you win the race.
Discourage further investigations
By saying they're totally out of place.
Eight. Follow the expert advice
Of Vladimir Lenin, who would say,
"A lie told often enough
Becomes the truth." That works today.
Nine. Belittle judges and courts;
Belittle even allies and friends.
Stick your foot in your mouth even more
When you try to make amends.
Ten. It helps to criticize
The CIA and FBI.
Intimidate and discredit them,
And hang the agencies out to dry.
Eleven. Chip away at people's
Rights. Try to make them believe
That what you are doing is for their own good.
Remind them that the press can deceive.
Twelve. Continue campaign rallies
To stroke your ego; to prove you're liked.
Cover up the fact that your
Disapproval ratings have spiked.
A master con artist will know
How to take information and spin it.
He needs to find a gullible mind,
And "There's a sucker born every minute."
- by Bob B (2-26-17)
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Tell me, what do they
know, the nationalists,
of their own country?
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 4:31 AM UTC
The UK General Election has run its course.
A “win” for the Conservative Tories
With most votes and seats
Though they lost their parliamentary Majority,
And can only govern
By doing a deal with the Northern Irish DUP
Who oppose the rights of gays and women
And want to bring back hanging.
Yet Labour too are celebrating a win:
Halving the gap between the Tories and themselves
And winning loads of votes and seats.
OK they finished fifty odd seats behind,
But hey!
And then the Libdems “won” four more seats.
Plus The Greens held Brighton by a merry mile.
The Scottish Nationalists still got thirty five seats,
In spite of Nicola Sturgeon calling for
Another referendum on independence.
Sinn Fein in Northern Ireland got more seats too.
And the Welsh limited their damage by Labour.
“Winners” all, except for UKIP.
That’s politics.
Until the next election.
Which might be fairly soon.
Paul Butters
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
As gravity is the boundary between the ocean and the shore.
As the eye is the boundary between light and darkness.
As a book is the boundary between religion and the religious.
As ideology is the boundary between the nationalists and the foreigners.
As weapons are the boundaries between the politician and his politics.
So these words are the boundary between you and I.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Oh we have danced in the discotech with partners of all nations when after liberation we all danced to the songs of liberty. Under all our flags united. As time went by we stopped dancing and others came With new music and one flag. But like mods and rockers they could not dance together and fought away from the sound of the music. Now the only tunes played are national anthems as rebel rousers for dancers, who don't dance and don't know the words to the songs. Cries of patriotism yet dressed as nationalists.
Calls to arms were peace held a fragile embrace like the elderly tangoing.
Now the new dancers don't dance. They sit on the edges of the room causing fights.
Soon the discotech will bar our entry and then when others are barred too, Groups and gangs will form and fighting begin again, like the days before the discotech.
Who will be the bouncers this time.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
No matter the weather I depend on you forever, always with you making bank together.
I wish not to see you go, but I'm here to let you know that, no business too strong, no sale too low, I’ll talk the talk and win boardwalk.
You may raise the steaks, eat 'em with a shake, but I'll be the one to monopolize park place.
Every day, we continue to strive, simply because we are alive with a passion of conquest that will put any limit to the test.
Don’t tell us your rules, you fool, we pull the strings, so watch what you say, or everything you know of will go missing.
Beware, our empire expands at a rate, which will never yield any capitalist mistakes, because at our core, we are omnipotent nationalists.
We have climbed the steps, to the very top of the throne, and mark my words — the world will be ours to own.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
Welcome to the new America.
Two hundred forty-some years, and wow!:
A few years of Donald Trump,
And look at what we have here now:
Republicans who once held
American values in high esteem
Parrot Kremlin propaganda,
Giving shape to Putin’s dream.
The president, boldly abusing
The power of pardon multiple times,
Pardons servicemen who
Have been convicted of war crimes.
Though bribery’s a crime by law,
Believe it or not, Republicans say
That when the president commits it,
Breaking the law is--yikes!--okay.
By frequently abusing his power,
The president, who acts like a king,
Plots White House cover-ups
And lies about almost everything.
An adversary becomes our ally;
Former allies become estranged.
The nation is more vulnerable
As priorities are rearranged.
Be a part of the “Me Too” movement,
But be aware of the current dictum:
Accuse someone of ****** assault,
And the perpetrator will be the victim.
Taking advantage of his position,
The president is free to loot
The country for his own enrichment,
And many people don’t give a hoot.
If you are seeking asylum, forget it.
The country now will let you in
If you pass a major requirement:
It all depends on the color of your skin.
Climate change is called a hoax
And regulations are rolled back.
Criticize the president
And find yourself under attack.
White nationalists who are close
To the president help him make
Intolerant policies
That put our rights and freedom at stake.
Now congressional oversight
Is called a witch hunt, a lynching, a coup.
To understand the president's motives,
Just ask, "What would Putin do?"
So welcome…I mean…welcome maybe.
America seems to have a new face--
One to be changed mainly by thoughtful
Attention at the polling place.
-by Bob B (11-19-19)
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
america is living in two eras simultaneously
to the white nationalists, their desperate crises are current
the latest news-- they MUST storm the capitol
to the educated, this is history
fascists? nazis?
a rerun, hard to take seriously
leaving them defenseless
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
Why you angry?
Why you hurt?
Obviously, you're not following your minister's sermon.
But If they preach hate than they off course.
They in need of a loving church.
Listen when reports speaks of white nationalists.
How?
They feel their rights are secondary.
Are they still holding truth to being seen as someone's master.
Quick, to speak of the second amendments.
Which center around rights to a gun.
As if the first one does rank higher concerning you or I.
Strange that history has and continuously shows.
They were steps ahead of the starting line before the word go.
And now all we hear is about their feelings of fallen behind.
Heck!!
When, if ever, did this happen?
Cause they still masters of blatant discrimination.
The world's changing on a daily route.
You either adjust or get left behind.
So why?
Are you angry?
This is all I ask.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
right at the center
of a somewhat stormy europe
my little country
at times
with a touch of gallows humor
struggles to maintain
the venerable illusion
that Austria remains
as we have thought for centuries
an island of the blessed
amidst the brexit troubles
the growing voices of dull nationalists
masking as patriots
authoritarian visions
of „illiberal democracies“
even at home
heart-breaking fates of refugees
unwanted anywhere
spineless politicians
who change positions
according to the winds
of not so presidential twitters
follow deniers of the climate change
though they are sweating
through the highest temps
since measurements began
etc., etc.
sometimes we may be wise
remembering poetic words of yore
like those of dear John Donne:
„No man is an island“
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Every voice of reason
Screamed Yes
Do it
Excise it
The malignant ones
Steeped in hubris and narcissism
To the bone
Breaking bad beyond repair
Like toxic air
From a saxophone
Blowin off-key
Down Bourbon Street
The coup de grace
Of Mardi Gras
And freedom
Onward
Christian Nationalists
Onward
Putin sympathizers
Who despised Hugo and Fidel
Sieg Heil
Hypocrisy and homophobia
Sieg Heil
Misogyny and xenophobia
The tumor grew
As cancers do
Ignored
The day
Democracy died
~ P
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 6:20 PM UTC
The Serene world
In the little corner of the world where I live far from airports,
military establishment and the liberal middle class among people
who at heart are flag nationalists and proud to be Portuguese.
They are not too fond of foreigners who for the most part are British
who are quite happy not having to mingle with anyone.
I having lived here forever is accepted as the strange silent man who,
when he speaks, sounds funny and rumours has it that he writes
which never fail to impress none readers.
So here you have a postcard picture of an idyllic village tucked away
in a valley, and the nearest it ever came to war was a bewildered plane
flew low overhead the houses shock
brought people out of houses talking excitedly about the near accident.
But in the tiny cottage unpainted and rustic, there is near starvation,
and if the winter is long the old die of cold and church bells toll.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC