"teuton" poems
Mrs Merkel, fair and sturdy
Dour and doughty
High and mighty
Saviour of the sinking Euro
Female icon, Teuton hero
Stand up for our rights!.
Daughter of the old Republic
Proud and plumptious
Rarely bumptious
Quantum spousal and mechanics
Scourge of Grecian's and Hispanics
Onward from Berlin!
Lean upon the sturdy lectern
Softly spoken
Never broken
Deliver to the gathered masses
Words of warning and molasses
Deliver us from evil!
Target of the shocking Silvio
Chauvinistic
Almost mystic
While all things must come to pass
She's most certainly not a *******
Gott mit Uns!
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
i too sat on a park bench invoking the stimulant -
having received none,
do or day, and the *** quill for
a bow: or literature for archery,
resembling replacement -
i just got bored
of people being fidgety with
my vocabulary; people, being
fidgety, with, my vocabulary,
because as i saw plum-coloured-bereaved skin,
i learned to yarn out a hark in a bull's belly...
(smacker above the jaw, underlining
their compensation arguments:
soft-toy mush people, acronym p.e.a.) -
or i in the vocabulary -
the spectre in the fog - akin....
hai Plato! or no Plato.
as once was spoken of honour,
i lived among children and machines...
i lived... among children and machines...
i swear to oath: my ******** have been
discarded... the woman has her sway in
what's desired, rather than what's expected:
**** ahoy!
**** ahoy! or the macabre niqab!
sells you curtains:
two for one... believe me, i wasn't too keen
to keep them, have 'em Rotherham style...
what, comes, after, is, up, to, Hollywood:
char and charcoal and later choke -
or what later became the dictionary -
and last... the poet: flusters of a feather
encircling a grave to a torpedo
pinpoint, as said:
the wriggling ostrich's head
out from the sand, precursor grave in ashen troughs -
and together, prior and after:
Tao unto those yet to come
with the world as chisel and Teuton memory -
and those of later expertise:
the, last, forgotten, chasm, remembered, as, a, yawn.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
i find that the natives, speak such an unremarkable
language of their own, that the language itself -
without persona or
a "non grata",
once in a while: demands
a foreigner to speak it -
since the natives have become
so complacent using it -
turning a fork into a saw
sort of speak...
a screwdriver
into a hammer...
there are these glorious
times in the history of man,
where the natives speak
their native tongue:
so unimaginably dull -
lullaby-prone by some fiction
of their present surroundings -
the english speak the sort
of english that pakistanis acquire -
they're the insipid diatribe
exhaustion of
the most beautifully proficient
allocation of sound: akin
to the sparrow...
at least the german be
stern schoolmaster akin to the crow -
but the english?
you start losing respect
for the natives, when you speak
better native, than the natives.
the last remains of an anglo-saxon
past remain in chemistry -
otherwise it's the optical-ease /
way out regarding the to be said:
hyphenated words -
hydrocarbons - in english would be
hydro-carbons -
you learn your syllable count
with chemical names:
calciumoxychloride...
but then there are the patriots -
native-men-tongue
(heimatmenschenzunge);
by the time i'm dead, i'll know the teuton
inside-out, and make sure to put him
back together: outside in.
- and yes, to reiterate,
the only "thing" about the english
being remotely saxon, is how
anti-german english has become,
optical spaghetti of the elongated
german word -
which in english = minus the hyphen...
the english decided on less:
the german custard word scrabble -
and more on norman shrapnel -
i.e. hydro-philic - or hydrophilic -
stage 1 (oxford) stage 2 (cambridge);
and then the populace can write
a meme, a "phone number" to nowhere.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC