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A Well-Meaning, Six-Stanza Message from AzerbaijanA Well-Meaning, Six-Stanza Message from the Government of Azerbaijan
(as told by M-The-Cellist)
In October 2013, the government of Azerbaijan announced Ilham Aliyev as the winner of the presidential election… a day before voting started. Whoops.
In Baku our political system
Is democratic to the core
You must understand that our government
Feels voting to be such a chore.
Toiling, counting votes are the nations
Who claim legislative superiority.
Here in lovely Azerbaijan
Convenience is priority.
Tired of lining up at booths?
Here, we don’t ignore you.
Sick of making sense of polls?
Fear not, we’ll do it for you!
Our critics say that our government
Hampers the rights of man,
And conjuring up election results
Is a rather unfair plan.
But is doing the dirty work for our people
Really such a crime?
Traditional voting – let’s be honest.
No one’s got the time.
True, we picked our President,
But it all turned out alright.
For Aliyev, he’s still
Adagio Lamentoso - 'You sadden us, Tchaikovsky'You sadden us, Tchaikovsky,
With your Symphony in b,
You said “Last movement, number 6,
Will end life just like me.”
Movement 3, Tchaikovsky,
End in the normal way,
But you leave us only with despair
As 4 just dies away.
Shakespeare, Sir Tchaikovsky,
Had mercy on the blue,
For the feuding houses make amend,
And build a statue too.
But you, dear Tchaikovsky,
You drench your song in woe.
And then directly after,
You decide it’s time to go.
We beg of you, Tchaikovsky,
Write just one opus more!
And end it with a Major chord,
Like you did before.
Oh, the grief from you, Tchaikovsky,
We will never, ever mend,
For you give us joyous music,
But not so in the end.
Your Favorite Christmas Ditties, ruined by DPRKT'was the night before Constitution Day*, and all though the shack,
All was silent but the latest missile attack.
Praises to Our Glorious Leader were sent
In the hope the great Kim Il-sung would be content.
The children were curled up in heaps on the ground,
While visions of nourishment danced all around.
With mamma in rags and me dressed in scraps,
We prayed that America would be wiped off the map.
When out the "door" I heard such a quake,
It was much more noise than gunfire could make!
I rose from the floor and went to the din
To greet my fellow DPRK kin.
The lights produced as his helicopter stalled
Made the figure before me anything but small
I turned my head and found myself met
With four tiny officials and matching bayonets!
And the handsomest driver, so sprightly and young,
I knew at once it must be Kim Il-sung!
Then, while brandishing his very own gun,
He called out to his officials one by one!
"Come, Kim Jong-il, come, Kim Jong-un!
Come, Kim Yong-nam, and come, Pak Pong-ju**!
On reflectionOn looking back into your past
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
QuatrainMirrored by a rippling shadow
Looming over the watery reflection
Their bodies reaching high with golden tips
Bestowed by the waning light of nature
Burdened by an ageless battle
Their old scabrous impression
The serene elevation over Earth's pits
Nestled within verdant nature's cradle
Pelted by hail until leaves turn to tatter
The leaves regrow with nature's own fixation
High enough to grasp the sky to sip
Drinking deep from Neptune's own ladle
Dancing WavesCan I see fire as energy
When I look into the candle
A message from the atom's make
Such beauty I cannot handle
To touch enlightens from contact
But flesh plays paltry passage
So scorn is thrown by cosmic hands
With feelings of burning sage
So touch my gaze that tries to see
Why the tongue speaks to the air
Perhaps to endless waves unseen
That inferior I say is bare
Epiphany then takes me whole
That racks my waking hours
And wrapt as babe in natal womb
My struggle no longer matters
For I will always be upraised
Afloat this sea invisible
The energy I see as flame
So radiates across the sill
Onto my palms where ashy scars
To them I feel no pain
As I breathe in this field of life
Dancing cross my face
Can I see fire as energy
While all its children guide
My mind to its enormity
Encompass all inside
Still I falter in this thought
But forget the angst for now
Because this sea will sail me far
And always I upon the bow
Listening to your lies..Pulling on my insides..
Spilling my intestines..
Burning my throat..
Searing my body.
Listening to your lies,
is like being stung with a million bees,
being stabbed a million times,
being set on fire,
and then peed on..
Stop lying to me..Just tell me what you really mean!
Wrap me in ink, wrap me in beauty.
Only break the silence to say something soothing.
Wrap me in beauty, wrap me in water.
Is there bad news to share? Save it for later.
Wrap me in water, wrap me in black.
I will be gone a while, then I'll be back.
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must flee
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
I Won The FightYou have no power over me, I repeatedly said
As you first struck my face, then my head
I love you so much, you repeatedly said
But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead
I love you, you brutally beat out of me
Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams
For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart
While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart
But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark
For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge
Every word I said, every move I made,
Never knowing which would set off your untamed rage
And as the world moved on without me
My one true desire was to be set free
But leaving was far more intimidating than you could ever be
Still, I had no other choice, you see
To save my own life, I’d have to escape
From this prison of torture that you alone created
So I dug down deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the f
Short Assorted Geography PoemsAndorra
There once was a man from Andorra
Whose language woes were a horra.
He said “When I can,
I speak Catalan,
Which the French and the Spanish abhorra.”
Regina is the capital of Saskatchewan
Well… nothing rhymes with Saskatchewan.
‘Course, I could rhyme something with its capital city,
But I guarantee it wouldn’t be pretty.
Liechtenstein’s a city, you see,
In between two real countries.
If it had ears, I’d certainly tell it
I’d prefer to visit than to spell it.
A bishop of the Holy See
Gave the Pope this elegy:
“In this tiny location
With great population
I’ll need a miracle just to breathe.”
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