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"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!
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
White Supremacy
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).
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Sieg Heil
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.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
The German Football Anthem
*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.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
the only school Morrissey attended was nostalgia
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.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
History Rhymes
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
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Warrants are not warranted with unification of Buisiness and State
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
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Indigo Children
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!
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Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
I’m Still Bitter
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!"
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
What Makes a Family Flow?
*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.
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
virginia & sylvia
*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.
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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
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
Sour Sanguine Fantasies
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
Viral Lies (A Partici-Poem)
*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.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
subhumans among us
*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.
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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.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
sieg heil
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.
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
the sad part
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
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
Let's Call it a Woman
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
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Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 6:20 PM UTC
One. Six. Boom.