Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
COUNTRIES NOW DO SHUN
FROM TRUMP AWAY THEY DO RUN
WITH HIM THEY ARE DONE
HELP I NEED SOMEBODY
AND NOT JUST ANYBODY
TRUMP BEGGING SHODDY
With blood on the line
He's sent down deep into an abyss
By his chosen true deeds
All trusted allies
With blood on the line
He's been defamed
Hell infringing upon his days
He melds, yeah, he's made
Unto him who listens amiss
Like a river wouldn't flow aback
He's been done hard about
He's back, yeah back and stronger
With blood on the line
Like a ragged-fine linen
He's battered and tattered
By his precious chosen corner
An industrious pain duly inflicted on him
Hard and wise he acclimatized
Like a wronged beast he'll surely devour
A one, and two at the mountain's shore
Life is weak still strengthened with evil
A number of human is but the devil
Grace is gracious to break him free
Thus his come back against the villain
We were not friends
we were not allies
we were witnesses
of each others lives
trying to make it through
trying to not to cry
trying to understand
trying to survive.
Jessica
(07/23)
Drops of rain are so liquid allies
that embrace each other in a trance, in fever
come together to create fountains and river
Laziness, procrastination, and indecision are failure's mightiest allies!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 December 2021
Make it as bad as it really ing was
The Nazi’s most lethal fighter plane
With a load of guns and bombs
Killing Allied and Soviet forces
Like they were tin soldiers paper planes
Why does the ocean instantly appear
more beautiful when you admire its grace?
Why does the timid butterfly draw near
your hand, as you adore its wings' soft lace?
Why do those moments racing through the year
slow to a halt as you look in my eyes?
Why do my life's distractions disappear
when your warm hand and mine become allies?
When you gaze at the bright orb of the night
why does that old moon speed my heartbeat's thrum?
Why does the future no more speak of fright
as you, with optimism, bid it come?
'Tis myst'ry all, my love, that such as I
should be the one to ask these questions, "why?"
// for Janet, my lovely wife and soul mate for 36 years //
written 10 Oct 2020
My sanctuary
includes an anti-racism team.
Our closest synagogue ally
has an anti-defamation league.
Both my Team
and our League
are against contempt for Earth
and all Her natural/spiritual Tribes and Systems,
Networks and PassionStories.
We are composed of anti-patriarchal feminists
not against non-violent actions,
and against non-verbal
and verbal
and pre-verbal
and reverberating
not-healthy communications.
For shared agendas
that feel so robustly positive
by discovering mutual resonance
hoping for immediate
through long-term resilience,
cherishing an experience of healthy
cooperative
interfaith family,
It feels surprising how our culture,
verbal and non-verbal language
grow so replete with double-negatives,
double-binds,
not not positives
stuck in fight or flight immobilization
Looking for more robust defining ways
to claim cooperative economies,
compassionate ecofeminist politics,
integral win/win healthy democratic strategies
for ego and eco-systemic
polypathic
polyphonic
therapeutic wealth.
amaurotic sight
silvered lace curtain unseen
vibration rewards
nights dedicated labor
beauty and function entwined
Darkness and I have become allies,
affinity by association's shadowed prayer
spoken of the same kindred language,
consanguinity in our devout appeal
of blackening night's smoky exposure,
like a coke whore I obligingly snort it
doomed to partake in a dreadful flight
upon an impeding raven's blighted sojourn
midway extravagances of destructive somber ruins,
obscurity's sulphurous gloom of unsung melodies
surrendered in silence 'midst dusky moonlit spirits
Alliances and Allies
rebuildig from the ashes
Collission, Colapse
Imprints of trauma linger
Helicopter blades, rushing winds
Precious life hangs in the balance
Newspapers misprint the facts
They hav'nt came up with too many bright ideas
Citizens turn their eyes away from evil practiced
And the Wisdom of the Elders is misapplied
It's distinctive the vibe I feel
Completely underestimated is my heart that fights it all
Humble yet - defying the odds
As Prisoners of War lend strenght to one other
Just in hopes of seeing her face again
Besides the picture they took away and burned
It's a wonder he survived the war and remarkable what a offense can occur
Much paitents is what we must have men
But lets draw straws
On of us must become a spy
The darkened alleys beat
Drumming to the sound of the falling rain
Lifting my head in the gutter
Crushed by the weight of water
Or
Is it burden?
The siren screams low
Head bows to the silent din
Whilst knees scrape the dead gutter
Where the past lies, clawing
The yowl repeats
A cry to the broken and forgotten
Get Up
Stand Up
Yowling the beat to the thud of water
Hand on the wall the body heaves upwards
Whilst the mind falls
Stooping to recover the body falls again to the gutter
Thud
Thud
Thud
Crushed by rain
The call changes as the siren gets louder
Pick yourself up
Move Lad
Through the alley,
The man that was approaches
Dressed in forgotten livery
He is calling
Hands Cupped Screaming
Move lad
Get up
The gutter reels as he approaches
Flooded, the quagmire of sloth engages
Him in a vicious tug-o-war
The body breaks
Heaved into reality
My eyes open
Senses released
I wave in thanks
To the man, that now is
Southward bound flying
Snowflakes stretch in hyper-drive
Anakin and Luke
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