"sieg" poems
Brothers,
let us stand together.
Sisters,
you can stay sitting.
Let us stand
united
by our inability
to stay out in the sun
too long.
In fact,
would someone mind
erecting a gazebo
for us to stand united
underneath?
Thank you.
Brothers,
having proven
that we cannot demonstrate
our superiority
through sport,
rhetoric,
mathematics,
music,
drama,
art,
science,
business acumen
or military might
Let us instead
prove it beyond all doubt
by gathering in groups
and chanting slogans.
Flags are good, too.
Dagnab it,
just look at the way
we can wave those flags.
If that
doesn't qualify us
as the Master Race,
then I don't know what will.
And thus anointed,
let us expunge the world
of miscegenation.
Let us cleanse public radio
of anything other
than Bavarian folk music.
Let us revel
in boiled beef
and wheat-based foods.
Let us return
the mineral wealth of the world
to the tarnished, coloured nations
from whence it came.
Let us reject
foreign mythologies
apart from that one
about Jesus
obviously.
Let us all return
to the country, town,
street
and house
of our birth.
History is with us, brothers.
If there's one thing
it teaches us
it's that nothing should ever change
and empires
never fall.
Sieg heil!
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
I pledge my absolute blind-faith and non-wavering allegiance
to the Flag and the totalitarian, oligarchic Viertes ***** (fourth Kingdom) for which it stands,
one nation wholly divided in any and all ways conceivable,
hell bent on Global Military-Socioeconomic Conquest in the name of the same God as our enemies
with liberty and justice for those who can afford it (Read: the excruciatingly wealthy).
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Mein Gott! Can't you see,
in the Teutonic light,
What we proudly Sieg Heil
with the torches all gleaming?
The ******** beckons,
through the perilous fight,
Great Deutschland awakens,
not sleeping or dreaming!
On the huge TV screens,
the footballers are seen,
Foul proof through the night
Brave Germany's dream.
O please make that Hakenkreuz banner come first!
We're the land of Sauerkraut, brave home of the Wurst.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
*the feminine powerlessness of art, and the then again strict rubric of Darwinism's dictatorial regime to talk cool - sieg heil throughout, as a running honk! honk! (joke) on the sly.*
a testimony to high school:
don't ever listen to The Smiths
or The Cure, or Depeche Mode....
or any of my uncle's **** list...
the point being,
you can swagger among
Eucalyptus trees and feed the frenzy
like any Ibiza patron might;
cos' there's a koala rummaging
your drawers so to speak:
due to an episode of king's testicles
in the attic - hey presto!
a grand piano! hey presto! coronation's
fireproof underwear!
lovey dubby dub dub, and a coercive
test for nibbling on a Maltese ginger...
dabbling the fearsome offence...
the only school Morrissey attended was nostalgia.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Naziism gained it's foothold in Germany
when the Reichstag was burned down:
this gave them the pretext needed
to suspend the rights of the Citizenry indefinitely
to ensure "security".
Sound familiar?
It should be frightening how similar it in fact is to modern events:
This rhymes with modern American legislation:
CISPA, the PATRIOT acts, the NDAA, etc.
Governments have always used such events
to catalyze and capitalize their own motives:
Tread lightly.
We enter a new age of Oppression with each passing administration;
we are not immune because we are hubristic
if anything, we are more vulnerable for it.
Sieg Heil,
für Gott ist mit uns.
Wir können nicht verloren
denn Gott ist mit uns.
Sieg Heil,
Amerika über alles.
Sieg Heil,
Das viertes ***** wird herum.
Sieg Heil.
Sieg Heil.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXg2WsNCrW4
The DHS is the new SS.
SIEG HEIL!
Wir dürfen nichts befragen.
We're allowed to question anything.
THE GOVERNMENT HAS ORDERED
FROM 450,000,000 TO 1,000,000,000 ROUNDS
OF HOLLOW POINT AMMUNITION;
ENOUGH FOR ONE BULLET FOR EACH OF US AND TWO FOR SOME OF US
TO ONE BULLET FOR EVERY 7 PEOPLE ON EARTH
RAPID MILITARIZATION
IS A THING TO BE WEARY OF;
**** THIS MARTIAL LAW
**** THIS NEW WORLD ORDER;
There's no reason to question Authority, right?
Anyone who pays Taxes
in the United States
helps to fund one of the most prevalent Terrorist organizations in the World
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
It's sad to say this
We live under umbrella terms
On some kind of spectrum
Abiding by Murphy's law
Being read our Miranda rights
Numbers on a scatter plot
In other words it's an open invitation
For one trick ponies
To sideswipe us
Knock us for a loop
Knocking us down a few pegs
Making us a laughing stock
Sieg heil the zeitgeist
Study the hermit's manifesto
It speaks of finicky beggars
And groveling choosers
Honor slayings
Oscar-worthy faked *******
First rate blood baths
Second rate novelty acts
Bending over backwards
And knee **** reactions
Cooking up something abominable
Having it hit the fan
To ensnare and entrap all who are near
Hot off the knock-off stenograph
Tack on another ten thousand years
In other news...
-Tommy Johnson
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Just when you think it has ended
And people have matured
You’re ready to have all the fractures mended
But another infraction occurs
Four, Sixteen, Twenty
Some think it’s too much
And some think it’s simply plenty
Well I don’t give a ****
Some are still just part of the flock
Letting the herd dictate their life
And I had honestly thought I’d stopped
Having to deal with that kind of strife.
Who are you to think you know better
Keeping things between the lines
Following arbitrary rules to the letter
So refined? No, so confined.
Who do you think you are
Trying to put me on trial
Well you won’t get very far
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
Is it who's genes fall where?
Or the pains we bear?
Is it the way we fare?
Or the words we dare?
What makes the "love" Love?
What feathers a dove?
What makes you wear that glove
That keeps you from Love?
Do we make you hostile
And storm down your mile?
Have we filled you with bile
And forced your "Sieg Heil"?
Tell, how long must we wait
For a bouncing gait?
Will your demons abate,
Or have you ****** fate?
Some hold on to the hope
That with time you'll cope;
They keep feeding you rope--
I say, ******* nope!"
I gave you inches-- feet
And with it I'm beat.
I'll watch you bite the teet,
Silent in my seat.
Since you won't share my genes,
Still stuck in your teens,
You can't care for our fare--
Have no words to dare.
You're the feather-less dove
Never to rise above.
They gave you unjust bile
And you praised, "Sieg Heil!"
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
*if you fill your pockets with stones
if i make a bed in my oven
if we fade into whispers
who will write for us?*
I.
your Blitz came in the form
of uterine invasion, tissue and blood
in ovarian prison camps,
red as the streets of London.
****** lives in the same apartment
with a beer gut and "paternal rights,"
sieg heil forced into your mouth
and you are too weak to fight.
You close your eyes.
*There has never been a door
to my bedroom,* you think.
Blood seeps from your thighs.
Every night, you sleep for so long
and waking up is agony:
what if-- what if i didn't have to wake up again--
once-verdant fields are dry,
dreams are dead,
and the stones feel smooth in your palms.
II.
My world is a bell jar, a chrysalis:
I beat my tiny fists against the glass
until they are bruised as midnight.
They cried his name, cried "suicide,"
speculated on prescription cocktails
as they tipped back wine and thought nothing
of the ones he left behind,
crying on the livingroom floor.
Life was taken from me then
and I have no power to grant it now--
I am Rachel, barren, empty,
in need of a Bilhah.
I was born to a trailer park mother
and a farm-bred father,
and I am proud of them both--
their secondhand flatware was better
than any silver spoon
but here in the land of the stars and stripes,
you cannot break your cocoon
you cannot spread your wings
unless someone pays to crack your shell.
I am stuck.
My oven is apartment-sized
and the kitchen has no door
but it is small enough
that it wouldn't take long.
III.
You and I have loved each other for years,
and the cruelty of distance has kept us
from touching each other.
Once, you said you hadn't given up
because we made a promise to each other,
and it hadn't yet been consummated.
Part of me never wants to kiss you,
if only to keep you breathing.
IV.
Or maybe--
after--
we could hold hands
and walk into the ocean
together.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
How I love your style
With your turn, your smile,
Your silly "sieg heil!",
Your sickness and bile.
Allow me to be
The thing you dream,
The constrictor of glee,
The reason for T.R.E.A.M.
Together we can,
We may, go away--
So swiftly we ran
Up along the bay
The others they yell
"No way, come and stay"
But swiftly you fell--
My hand led the way
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
As in all Partici-Poems,
You're invited to add your own.
Based on Fake News and False Hope,
There's nothing here to help you cope.
Covid-19 is China's Beta version.
The real pandemic is yet to come.
They now have a one year head start.
They've proved they can isolate and destroy
Without leaving their country.
The Sleeping Giant has opened its eyes.
It's the Real Rich people's way of getting Really Richer.
It's a deal maker.
You're Hired.
It's all about Government Opportunity.
Remember Get Smart and the CONTROL Organization
For whom he worked.
If the shoe fits, GPS someone.
If we send young healthy Jimmy (who tested positive)
In to see all the Grandmas and Grandpas,
Think of the resources we'll free up.
Manipulate the markets.
Tell people Russia and the Saudis are friends.
But tell your family first.
Hydroxychloroquine
Not only will it cure you, but it promotes
Natural skin color, whether black, white, brown or orange.
This is supported by the WH Medical Dream Team.
It's a miracle. Deus ex machina.
Will also give you blue eyes and blonde hair.
And please use a clean syringe when injecting disinfectant.
SIEG HEIL
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
*and he said: there are plenty of neo-Nazis in Poland... and i said: i won't even cite what's pop in England; comparing Poles to rats i guess i have to give you a sieg heil salute to keep it chequers cheap and ask William how he felt anally ******* Harold's merry men.*
it would be so good to include the good people
in the whole affair...
never mind the ******** was always
the punk pop hit for *** pistols...
when the self-titled rock metal album wasn't...
call it subterfuge, i just call it subhuman...
but that's what defined radio 1
when Iron Maiden hit it with:
bring your daughter to the slaughter...
chappies gaffed and choked at their no. 1...
the latter rejected, glorified Rousseau
and later ****** gassed at Ypres
stiff from Mustard... later justified at Auschwitz...
here comes a beginning,
former colonial powers sticking to being
the vocabulary powers of interests, not to be done...
god those English colonialists are
fake nervous, with the Irish glorification
anti Northern Eire... i look at it as it is:
****** was gassed... what's the horror
of Auschwitz? Himmler or the Third *****
tango? the man was gassed in the trenches...
why is it that you can't craft a Dracula from him?
oh wait... now i know...
because he experienced the same as his victims...
and as the Jewish poet Tuwim explained:
he too, was human....
it's funny how nothing mythological will come
from ****** i too count myself human...
your idiotic far-left vocabulary will only
assert a following of so-many hungers readied to
engage in protest -
i don't know why far-left politics is always eager
to make people revise their vocabulary,
while the far-right politics is always eager to make
people revise their actions...
well... as the vermin of England said...
you're never too sure whether you're drinking
a pint of Guinness on a friendly footing
with the Irish, or whether the ales are out
for separatist conversation with the Scots.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
if you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like it
and if you want to raise to the heavens, first you must plummet
and fall, to the scorched earth, losing whatever Godly crown you held
that was placed upon your head when you knelt down before Him
begging for power and might- you got it, you took it,
you led a whole nation to what you thought was salvation
but the fire inside you burned your heart out- it was too much-
you said, if I cannot reach heaven, then I will raise hell
and raise hell you did, creating hell on earth, pulling the
demonic spirits from leagues below the surface painfully, inch
by inch, you called them to us; if there is a God
He will have to beg for their forgiveness, won't He, because
you claimed the throne of God and sat on it
the starched pants cannot hold atop heavenly gold- and in the end,
not even you, Führer the ****** Führer the gory-
you had power and might but you could never have glory
you took what was not yours and you sliced and you gassed
the sons of our mothers were left gasping as they died under
your thumb, there is no more thunder left to call anyone home
there is nothing, there is nothing, and from this death lesson we learn:
to God tis' glory, and when men aspire
tis' but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
i give a **** / Roman salute every night,
each night, just before i fall asleep,
but the words recurrent with the
ghostly gladiators captivating western
society like a terrorist are: BUT, YOU, MADE ME!
your pithy apathy can get you
so along - IT'S GOOD TO BE CRITICAL
OF AMERICA AND FEEL AMBIVALENT
OF SAUDI ARABIA...
cocktails in Bucharest
are like cooler-shakers in McDonald's:
all fruity flavoured fairies with -
wingspans of pigeons at Trafalgar Sq. -
cos' we pecked those pistachios like mad.
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil, und Jude außen Europa:
inviting Muslims undermined European culture
excluding Jews made it all the more simpler
for the once cultured press to write hopes rather
than facts. the emperor came, the emperor went,
lost, forgotten, shamed the love for a neighbour.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
O hell this thing (let's
call it a woman for now)
she walks around to the
bark of his orders, bends
over backward to his
sieg heils and and
and
Hatred will set you free
and and and if only I could
crawl away on all threes
she says better you than
me with the last bit of him
caught in the jaws of her
snap! snap! snap! having
torn off the hand that fed
her (who cares?) it's a
rap! rap! rap!
See how things change
so quickly, see?
This Greek arriving empty
shaking ****** the Trojan
horse she rides atop, wasn't
it glamorous? demanding
gifts rather than receiving
them except for the vicious
and banging pieces
banging their way
out of her mouth, she
could only SHUT THE
**** UP for so long
(see?)
and now it's too late
************ you're my
*****
(see?)
She misunderstands
EVERYTHING and so
she waves her vicious lips
once meant to please you
now spitting out a charm
a spell, a hell bent burnt
mantra and now
The world is wrong
including you (get used
to it)
She tells him in so many words
he only has borrowed minutes
minutes here and at a high rate
of bare and bored interest and
he had better return the unused
portion, dragging it out of a
lion's mouth
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 5:45 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