The leaders of some countries
lie and deny the genocide
perpetrated by their military
despite the evidence being bona fide
yet those disliked
they don't even know
but want to annihilate
as a dangerous foe
unfortunately it shows
when he goes on the warpath
with ethnic cleansing
it's only the victims who take a bath
When faced with monsters
The inner universe in me
Opens up its portals
And plays for me
Ethereal sounds
Engulfing me in waves
So huge, so rogue
That my soul gets immersed
In a world where there exists
Only me and my God
Engaged in endless games of love!
When I am faced with monsters,
The skies refuse to turn dark,
Rather, they sparkle with silvery hues
And echo of songs
Sung by celestial beings
All caring solely for the wellbeing
Of Earth and its many children
Who, like me, cannot care about
The gruesome sight of monsters
And when those monsters pounce
My guardian angel mutters spells
And annihilate the very minute particles
Of monsters, who are never meant to be seen
In the arena of Existence again
For monsters
Have not their place in a realm which
Is meant to be replica of the garden
Where God Himself resides!
Sometimes I think about the times lost in the streets of French Quarter madness,
constantly looking for you lost in the streets of your mind's own madness.
Where I searched for validation in every one sided battle in a war never won.
Sometimes the climb was so steep, like marching up a mountain.
Some die before ever reaching the top.
Sometimes I feel like the weaknesses I showed you over time became a weapon
for you to annihilate every attempt to show you the love that burned within my core.
Sometimes I cried tears of acid that burned with the toxic fumes that obliviated
the relationship that held me captive for so long.
Sometimes I prayed for this cinema of emotions on a loop,
playing the same scene over and over again, to stop,
and Im reminded that my story must go on.
Sometimes I wonder, will I ever believe in the person I was
before joining with you in hell?
Sometimes I hope you find the person I lost,
myself trying to find sometimes.
world worthy goals
first annihilate cancer
show kindness daily
Humanity has become intelligent enough
To create scientifically advanced mechanics
To annihilate life.
Yet, not smart enough
To keep their fingers off
The buttons of mass destruction.
That’s why we see almost every day now
The aliens here to protect us
From ourselves.
Stop ! Stop !
Relinquish me from
Your relentless nonsense
That keeps me drowning
In your ocean of confusion
You're fast, furious pace
Makes me feel lost in a crowd
Your phony front fools no one
yet somehow you manage
At least so far you have
But someday you will annihilate yourself
That's why I think
I'll get off here
Frightening silence pervaded
Swelling of ground here and there
A tree adjacent the gate with a GHOSTLY stature
Unfurling a dark blanket by its broad canopy
Even birds don’t like to perch in the GODFORSAKEN place.
Except the bulging- eyed owl
A silent witness for GRIEF-STRICKEN hearts
The fibre art of GOSSAMER aglow in the sunlight
Floating gently like sailcloth
On the gates, they’re like murals of pinwheel flowers.
No gusts or downpours can annihilate it.
The gates are half-shut.
When they are fully opened,
Macabre music of GROANING erupts from the coarsened hinges.
Scent of geosmin from a freshly dug GRAVE
The tired soul along with the retired corpse
Comes again through the terminal gate.
Pain hits us like a bullet
Suffocating us with every few breaths we take
Hit me with rock
Poison my roots
Burn me to ashes
But like a phoenix I will rise
Rise from the crippling pain of the burning ashes around me
I will rise like the sun does every
Shoot your bullets
Try to annihilate me with every curse you have
But I will rise rise rise until the sun stops to rise
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
From “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire
Can We Avoid It?
The genie is out of the bottle.
It cannot be put back.
The Doomsday Clock is closer to midnight.
Iran is closer to the bomb.
“Death to America and Israel”
Israel can retaliate in kind.
India and Pakistan
Can annihilate each other
With mushroom clouds of death.
The incompetent Russian military
Continues to stumble and fall
Putin now rattles his nuclear sword.
Once the button is pushed
There is no running away
No one will be left to save
Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!
Tapeworms
Tapeworms really just want to
join the army, do a
human Number two, talk to
moss about
the possibility of
sugar cube home design, make car horn sounds, and
annihilate
shade cloths.
As life’s storms get stronger,
Hold hands together in prayer;
No catastrophes can annihilate us,
If our top foundation is Jesus;
If we lift our tough brotherhood,
Among us builds a stone-walled abode.
Buck off a twenty; should twenty
buckshots mean nineteen too many?
Extinguished abruptly,
with Godspeed so mighty,
effortlessly shattered,
sending molars afar.
So far they say a
shard was found in
the neighbor's yard.
Found someone at the bar.
Didn't want to get in the car.
Pray tell, that didn't get far.
I arrive at the walkway;
I push past a pause, just
I can't stand until
standing right side up,
I saw this rerun show.
Chest cavity. Ghost town captivity
to gesture from behind,
telling, "They were scared."
Startled, so too are we.
Starting up again, approached
closer with a tender voice.
Damn! Blasted fantasy poaching,
encroaching as the situation
abused the determination. In
determination abused, saw
and became amused.
Morals annihilate as
fury eradicates saving grace.
Roof off mouth demonstrates a
desperate need to escape.
Erupting out, fountain snatch;
flung, streamers are strung
about—it's raining.
However, it had ended
before
any ringing got started.
Destroy the annoyance so
they
can bury a face,
not only a body.
At least...
some survivors attempt to annihilate their tragic past
squelching their worst memories
slaying glimpses of hurt as fiercely as they can
eradicating smells and sights that remind them of their abuse
others cannot recall their childhoods at all
having successfully erased it from their memories
so they can tolerate their life
Honest salesman is a semi-oxymoron
Just like an honest politician
Please do not laugh, all lawyers or
Accountants are not crooks. When the door
Is wide open a mouse, a rat, a cockroach
Would me more than happy to approach
Some politicians have tried to be better
And more credible. Some are men/women of honor
However, others are pathological liars
They are professionals who behave like traitors
They think that the "truth is not the truth". They're confused
Lies are lies. Dogs are dogs. Politicians play politics
Call the exterminators to annihilate the ticks
Liars always ignore the truth. Please, let's not mused
In politics, it is probably not easy to be too honest
Because so much is involved. Let's chase the pests
The corrupt politicians who are ruining everything
And destroying the dream. Let them flee. Let's ring
The bells. Not all politicians are crooked or criminals
That's true. I am not lying, just check the election polls.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Tying stone in a shaft to crack a nut there must have been cheer
Now,hitting by projectile thousands mile apart in ambience of fear
Imagine the warmth in skin when they sewed two pieces together
Now we grief over burnt skin through grinades and trigger pulled over
There must have been alliance among beings when they first articulated words
Heart bleeds when disparity in language is causing people to pull swords
How happy they must be when seeds sprouted in organized farming
Mother earth struggling to feed her childrens situation is alarming.
The despair among mothers waving farewell when there was pernicious plague
As if diseases are not enough to annihilate there are piles of uranium on sell.
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