stella2010-style Haiku Competition

[Kléber]

The purpose of this thread will be to expand our creative energies and generate prose in the style of the user stella2010, for the purpose of the furtherance of duende in all its forms. Please only post replies containing prose in the stella2010 style.

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Legitimacy was the maintenance of order.

Sunshine policy, the order of the day

Manholes become missile silos

Inspectors survived from incident to incident

Meanwhile, the cry was unity.

From black bloc to crack rock!

castration of a nation!

Soviet Armies ended in that Blaze of Glory.

What a crumble befalls as

Masterful deceit collapses inwards

Violating bitter fruits of the soul.

[AK]

Mah spec-ops.

[Rusty Shackleford]

i am really bad ass
im revolutionary
i "have" tons of guns

[Raúl Duke]

:lol:

[Lenina Rosenweg]

I can show you
Come the Revo
How to...
Flip cars
Trash bars
Shoot czars

Come the Revo
I can show you
How to...
Storm the Winter Palace
Fight the Right in Dallas
Show your revolutionary malice
Weapons train with Alice


I can show you
Come the Revo
How to...
Dumpster dive
Remain alive
Get home by five

We know there's no heaven
Just an AK 47

They'll be no stress
We'll be dizzy with success

We must hurry
No time for Stalin

The struggle calls
No shopping malls

The bosses sneer
But the Revos here!

[Lyev]

I am posting in chit-chat

and shortly going to bed

I have to get up early

the bus journey in
the morning
to college
is always dead

and I also wonder

who is this stella?

if I knew, of this format

I might just be fonder

although having said that

I'm not sure I really care

because I'm quite tired

it's quarter to 12 - of that I'm aware!

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Just thought it up on the spot :cool:

EDIT: I'm not sure mine is technically prose..http://www.revleft.com/vb/../revleft/smilies/001_cool.gif

[Lenina Rosenweg]

Czar Nicholas the Second
Was a stupid fat fuck
He ran his huge country
Like any old schmuck

A revolutionary Marxist
Named Vladimir Ulyanov
Had seen that the workers
Had sure had enough

In the capital city
Czar Peter’s old stadt
The czar and his ministers
Were in a huge spat

A monk name Rasputin
Had commenced to do lootin’

While the Zimmerwald left
Had tried to find peace
The Great War raged on
It never would cease

There were protests its true
From the Danube so blue
To the big London Zoo

But while finance capital had tightened its grip
Kautsky told Rosa to give him no lip
In Germany the revolution
Its bud he did nip

The Russian Czar
His reign it did mar
He was forced to retire
The death toll grew higher
Life ever more dire
The workers grew weary
Increasing their ire

In Petrograd so named
Who could be blamed?
The Czar’s vision grew bleary
The Czarina went teary

The workers of Kronstadt and Vyborg district
Including the ones
They had tried to evict
On the Cossacks and Black Hundreds
Their justified anger
Now would be sicced
If they didn’t fight back
They soon would be licked

The Kadets they conspired
With those they had hired
Things looked so dour
They gave Kerensky the power

But that revolution
Was not a solution

Before Trotsky came back
They all felt his lack
But he soon said “priviet”
To the great Soviet

With Antonov-Ovseenko in charge
Of the Military Commision
The workers all knew
They now had a mission
Working class power
That was the new vision


While Kerensky’s minions
Wanted power to gain
And Kerensky himself
Was always so vain
Old General Kornilov
Attempted a coup
The Provisional Government
Soon was a zoo

Kornilov was defeated
As heroes
The workers were greeted
Hatred for Kerensky
Soon became heated

Before Lenin came back
From Kerensky’s counter-attack
The revolution itself
Soon fell to pieces
That’s why Lenin one day
Wrote his great April Thesis
Against Stalin and others
Who saw the Kadets
As working class brothers

The workers did march
In the fine month of June*
But their plans were divulged
A moment too soon
By Zinoviev and Kamenev
Whose discipline was lax
Much later on
They helped Comrade Stalin
Give Trotsky the ax

All was not lost
At whatever the cost
The sailors of Kronstadt
Soon went to bat
Fighting Kerensky seemed just like
Swatting a gnat

The bourgeois got sauced
They knew they had lost

The cruise ship Aurora
Began its shelling
The Palace grew silent
This surely was telling

Though class traitors had sneered
The workers soon cheered

As the Palace grew dim
The workers marched in

This was the beginning of Soviet power
This was the triumph of the hour
The workers had no time to snooze
They could drink no booze
They had nothing to lose
And a world to win
This is where we see
The World Revolution begin

* I know this happened in July. I couldn’t find anything good to rhyme with July. Sorry.















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