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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**!
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save me
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
The Word Count Is NoneYou once said you’d write a poem to my mother
About how much you loved her only son
But something seems to have changed in your heart of late
And now the word count has become none
I know I am not your knight in shining armour
In fact no armour could protect me
From all the nights I have spent sitting in the dark
With no moon to light up my misery
You once said you had dreamt of the two of us
Young lovers stood knee deep in a lake
But you chose to increase the depth of the water
Before I even had a chance to wake
Now I am drowning in the dreams of your sunset
As I can't get a handle on my blues
Still I offer you my shoulders to stand on
So you can breathe but of course you refuse
You once said that you were writing me a letter
And told me to read it with a smile
But I’m not sure if I can remember how to
Since it has been such a very long while
Still I begin to read it with a hopeful heart
And each swirl of your calligraphic scrawl
Forms a butterfly that takes flight from th
Rainy DaysOn dismal ,dark and
the weather mirrors all
The grey clouds shroud
your depth of mind,
reflect the mood
you have inside,
but just as rain clouds melt,
hope`s renew in the setting sun.
Light and warmth can
for a new tomorrow.
if you get caught and you get wet
take heart remember with no regret.
After rainy days,dark,forlorn,
the sun ascends on a brand new morn.
By Suzanne karbach 31.07.2014
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
Winds Of TimeThe cool winds of time change from day to day
Yesterday to soon turns into tomorrow
But today is never twice the same
And in heavenly stars I search, but I have yet to find my way
Still, as time marches on, my soul can find no resting place
In the mist of this violent quake
Of many dimensions of being I lies awake
Until the hours of dark meet a brilliant day break
leaving me to, once again ponder an uncertain fate
Four EverSugar coated, and devoted
To the bright side of life.
Optimistic, and artistic
With a blessed soul and mind.
May God bless you, for breaking through
The darkest side of death.
Keep your smile clear, my precious dear
For it brightens the sky.
Cane's ContritionA scream of screams, torn at the seams bore likeness to a tune
A dance I danced, a stance entranced stood calling to the moon
Misguided plea did meet with she, she met with some discord
To meet my eye upon some lie ensnared upon a sword
Now in a daze, caught in the haze, impaled a deft derision
A grimaced stare stood to beware this derelict in schism
Denoted now, whilst to her brow repulsed by this attrition
But woe is me and all but he, conniving Cane's contrition.
PossibilityOne moment of action, and all futures shatter;
Outcomes collapse, and a future falls through.
One of two answers, a gamble on quanta -
Yet, left undecided, both answers ring true.
Making decisions will close off new avenues.
Making a choice will end infinite lives.
Existing in parallel, safe, unexamined;
But open the box, and just one path survives.
Is chance ever real? We make life by observing:
Existence is nothing if never perceived.
Reality falters before it is looked at:
Unwitnessed, untrusted, unseen, unbelieved.
Don't look at your future, for then you define it.
Don't open the box, for the atom decides.
In the superposition, your dreams are still possible,
Tangled in nightmares, all ticking inside.
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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