Sisters seated by glows
Of white glistens of light
A spirit floated down
Painting the sky golden
They knew she'd never desert them
Gentle hands of ribbon
And once the ring was over
It burned through their retinas
Sober from countless memories
They let candle wax melt their epidermis
Only a picture nestled in draws
Yet flooded with reminders
The fingerprints and dusty cries
Spelt out the name of a mystery woman
Birthing two daughters, then fading
Into plains of trees which bear olives
Mists of the Adriatic Sea
Embracing her shuddering coffin
For she is but a young mother
Selling what she could for glory
To feast with lords of lustfulness
On fish from Portuguese waters
But even she was never saved
From wraths of bacterium
Tuberculosis stole her vitality
And reunited her with her offspring~
The self-harm
Sometimes, I think I live inside the head of an ogre
whatever happens, none of us are in control, but
of a malign monster with brain cancer
Millenniums ago, when the brain was vigorous
it caught a microorganism of the type that can hide
a long time before branching out powerfully trying
to take over by altering the brain's chemistry.
Over time, the foreign body has tried to destroy it.
The cohesion that makes a brain function almost
to perfection; alas, as is with Beau's ideal, one time or another fails but can be repaired, and peace ensues.
There was a time when the monster cell was nearly
defeated but was saved by lesser pests
thinking its
cunning could be useful so it could grow alongside
The bacterium grew immensely strong and has begun threatening and altering the normal function
of the mental capacity of an encephalitic existence
the world might collapse, and a dead planet will circle the galaxy because we now know
the monster cell's purpose was to destroy god's
failures.
There's nothing positive about racism
However, this cancer dehumanizes everyone
This bacterium kills all good pisum sativum
All necessary ingredients that distinguish a human
From something worst than a sinful animal.
There's nothing good about racism
The racists are the naughty scums of the es
The vile predators that thrive on controversial
Issues, the narcissistic skunks, and the bogus kites
That won't fly during a storm of schism and racialism.
Racism is reserved for the worst fetid pest
Racism is of course for the worst of the worst
Racism is indeed for the funkiest of the funkiest
Racism is reserved for the most hangdog waste
Slavery is the original bigot of racism and bias
From this narcissistic evil begets race and unfairness
Slavery is an abhorrent crime against humanness
The most abject and fusty form of selfishness.
Copyright © July 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry
under the dirt, under the grass
live creatures fantastic we never see
just as on the ocean bottom
glide fish we cannot imagine
to think that in our gut are all sorts
of bacterium striving for dominance
and we oblivious, place bets on ballgames
conniving to hide what we've already consumed
Money, has created the wealthy
and many, who are unhealthy
Money, has given us disease
with a bacterium, of too many humans
Money, has created the wars
which has made, many sores
Money, has made many do crime
to relieve stress, by having a dime
Money, is not there for many
to have, a good quality life
Money, has been abusing our granite
which can only, destroy our planet
Money, has taken away equality
with no chance, of becoming equal
Money, has taken away respect
to care and be fare, for all life
Money, is destroying our creatures
by bulldozing, Mother Nature
Money, has given us leaders
who greed, for their own need
Money, has created those who are evil
who use and abuse, just like the devil
Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip
An ominous cloud traveling worldwide
Gathering force for it was not yet done
Finding no cure,
Black pools of infection drown cells,
No immune system could wage it's contagion
Dark days to seek a God wherever He dwells
For its past an epidemic threshold no one can endure
Agonizing uncertainty,
Suspicious thought of who is next,
We mourn as our comrades succumb to the scourge
Echo of anguish as we are sucked into the vortex
Waiting in terror grasping to a life without guarantee
It ravages on,
A pandemic pandemonium,
A plague rivaling the black death
Moribund,we implore love to remedy this bacterium
As cancerous hate threatens to efface the light of dawn
Yesterday, I soared with the wind
Today, death and I dance entwined in a slow waltz
Somber mood as bright lights shine above
Wagner in the background of semi-consciousness
Looking up at tubes, needles, wires and the reaper
Faces staring down, heads shaking in doubtful sadness
Onwards we roll, battle of the bacterium
Ensuring, I, wake only in hazy delirium
I reach out into emptiness
Grasping for the significance of it all
Falling into an existential black hole
Loveless, alone, is this to be my last stroll
Illusions and dreams creeping back into my soul
Hearing songbirds, will life have another go?
The winds roar once more inside my head
I stand up, with a smile, I am alive! Not dead!
Life has infected me with a fresh kiss
As our civilisation reaches new heights
We can be proud of our achievements
As we enter a new golden age
Survivors of the second penicillium war
We harnessed our knowledge
And struck out
To all corners of our world
Only to find none
But confirmed our world was flat
Encircled by a glass wall
A dish
Disproving the world sphere theory
Despite the "globe worlder's" stubborn claims
Is the sky bound by glass?
Under the constant light
Or is it open to the firmament?
Can we fly to the heavens?
Can we leave our world?
Are there other dishes out there?
Is there alien life on these alien worlds?
Or are we alone in the universe?
We are the chosen
The dominant bacterial species
Over the viruses, amoebas and prions
Set apart and raised above
Did we evolve from simpler forms?
As our scholars say
Or is there an all powerful designer?
Who loves us all
Were we made in his image?
Are we part of his plan?
Or is our culture just an experiment
Performed by an race of beings
Incomprehensible to us
Indifferent to us
But no-one really believes that
Entry to "poetry in an animal's view" contest
Written 29th January 2017
Cat, original and resurrected
Pounce on the same fish
How can the fish identify who is who?
Who is false, who is true?
Let choose your bacterium her Petri dish.
There is a disease in our species
A bacterium that feeds on faces of the weak,
A spreading paradigm of sickness and disease.
Puncturing greatness and confidence leaks.
There is a insecurity among our species,
A herder tending to his sheep,
A continuous need to follow,
Abandoning the need to be.
There is a meek shade of gray,
Staining the people while they sleep,
Loneliness with other colors,
To be content amongst the weak.
There is a set of wings amongst our species,
Forced closed and weighted down,
Feathers that speak of revelation,
Are shed in heaps throughout this town
An example of unilateral symbiosis
would be parasitism such as any mycosis.
Within you could live a bacterium or virus.
To me, it is beneficial. To you, dangerous.
The form could also be manifest within a cyst.
I shall dominate no matter how much you resist.
My descendents shall multiply so prodigiously.
They shall consume all your resources liberally.
Medicine will keep making moves seeming quixotic.
They affect your body and mind with a narcotic.
All the end results will prove themselves to be tragic.
A "panacea", also called a "magic bullet",
will always be ineffective each time you try it.
As I nestle within your internal dominions,
I become the central topic of your opinions.
No matter how much anyone will atone and pray,
I and my subjects will control more of you each day.
We are here to stay, and we will never go away.
Our stand is unyielding. No matter how much you try,
the dominance in you continues until you die.
See the pollens and spores
from flowers and weeds
and all manner of life
sparkle on a stray breeze
in the late afternoon
sunlight.
Know that the dust in your house
is mostly you and your spouse
and what ever children are
still hanging around,
and that thousands of creatures
call that dust
home.
Hear that scientists are concerned
with the melt of polar ice
that releases ancient viruses
and a zillion bacterium
into our daily
lives.
Read that life and more life
travels through space
on a billion meteorites
and we must wonder where
we march in the procession of
life.
Bacterium spreading; catching flight on wind
finding refuge in dark crevices; waiting
dashing and prancing the innocent march-in
unknowingly landing in middle; of this creatures den
Spirochete oozing from devils tongue
grabbing and fighting; finding the right one
these fleshy seekers hitch their ride
On the most humble of creatures, they hide
Now with continuous industrialism and selfish idiotism, on their side
Transported directly into population, out of natures dimension
They have used the perfect disguise; with the innocent as their eyes
blood will come upon them, THE SPIROCHETE FLOWS INSIDE!
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