Best Fools Poems
The Poets are our quintessential rebellious, rebels
The Maroons, the Braves, and the Daredevils
There is a ton of biases even in simple poetry
The Poets are known to be born freedom fighters
The unafraidheroes of hell, the sweet bees
Which can sing and sting, and deliver honey
Even in Poetry, we encounter weird free-loaders
Sick unabashed orators and pusillanimous braggers.
The Poets are born to be different, legally liberal
Awkwardly conservative, strong ass-kickers
Blunt truth seekers, and not obedient ass-kissers
Call the generals, the Police, and bring the arsenal
Of bloated words, and epithets; dumb or foolish attributes
Write verses and elegiac poems to pay countless tributes
To the sorry plagiarists, and to the ill-polished writers
Nobody cares anymore about the well-versed truth tellers.
Copyright © November 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Two Silly Fools (at the coffee shop)
The shop was full
Only one seat to spare
Excuse me sirs, can I have a chair?
Why yes they said, smiles filled the air
They happened to be poets the same as me
Politely I asked, may I read a verse of thee?
They both rather meekly said
"If you really insist"
One said to me in such a small whisper
My poetry is not at all very good
As much as I wish it could and should
The other chimed in, is the same with me
I stared in surprise
Have I just met two of the dumbest fools?
I exclaimed in a manner rather short and abrupt
"You are the greatest fools I ever did see"
Rather shocked, they pushed back their chairs
I shouted sit; I am not done with my airs
You two fools better be quiet and listen
Cause I will say this but once, so I have written
Your poetry is of the highest caliber you see
You have the flow and the creative imagery
Darren and Rick need I say more?
Your hearts bleed poetry, is deep in your pores
Your poetry wakens the spirit in us all
If you want more you sure have some gall
Now writing as this, I wish it was me
For I look up to poets of such high degree
Now if I must tell you a truth to be told
Is me the fool, for being so bold
So now let’s sit and make if coffee for three
Of the happiest fools and great poets that be!
Notes: This was inspired by a chat I had with both Darren and White Wolf who for some bizarre and strange reason both doubted their talents and abilities as Poets. Needless to say, I gave them a word or two on getting those silly thoughts out of their heads! I find both of their poems to be diversified, well written, inspiring, contemplative and at times just plain fun to read. After all, it’s the read who is the final judge. I sincerely hope I have made them both smile!
This is where I come to cry....
I hold my breath, my mouth is dry
with dreadful words too hard to tell
This is where I come to kneel
The grave where flesh and stone and steel
lie fused as one
A shrine to mourn and shed our tears
and pray for peace
to One who holds the earth in place
The sound of pain blows in the wind
I lift my eyes up high, to Him
and, there I see where dark wings flew
We did not know the world would fall
It came to pass where there is hate
we learned too late to change the end
The smoke will drift as new winds blow
Where does it go, those waves of war?
No one knows ....the time, ..the place, or when,
but it will come, and that is sure
once more with shores to seek and scores to keep
....and then, and then, and then, ....
more will weep!...Will it be here... will it be there?
Will it remain, on far off shores?
Or at our door?
War for them, and war for us, and one by one, and on and on, it goes and goes
The rush of wind to win the race, of war and pain.
And war remains to gust again. Again again...to rain more tears
How will it end...? The end of man...? Is that our fate...?
Bow down the heart, for man has made a rule of war
Bow down the heart, for man has made us fools for war
Will sun and moon and stars look down, and look for proof ...
of why the world went ......poof ?
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"You shall know the Truth, and the Truth
Shall make you free."
We wait for what will never happen;
the consequences of inaction
may overtake at any moment.
Vaguely felt suspicions foment,
feed uneasiness; words half-formed
hang in air, hover just out of reach,
didactic, but never really heard --
misunderstood, despised, ignored,
or ridiculed...One must not preach!
But harken back to days of yore:
attend, and hear repeated,
as before, and yet once more:
"What fools these mortals be!"
How perfectly descriptive -- of me!
Sins of the Fools
Whichever God their dice shall chose
judgment rendered all the same
guilty of crimes against humanity
its a sin and not a game
No one is chosen
all life is precious
against warlords, uneducated and the cruel
man developed the vaccine
saved the child, the family, even the fool
from fairy tails and zealot jesters
There are those telling lies
spreading hate and falsehoods
for this, many had to weep and cry
countless relatives had to die
Regimes and third world places
one would think fall prey
to the snake oil salesman of the day
sadly its the good ol' USA
full of morons following foxy Carl's play
Even the wily coyote
would know carrots are not black
Fox news though plays for the sap
get vaxxed, and stop eating sugar
if conspiracy is your diet
I ask you to reconsider.
Shallow ground forgot to wept
all the words that thrown were kept
and if I were you today
I think that you had more to say
and if you were for me that night
then why all the burden to begin that fight
I shall not keep these simple rules
If you and I are just two fools...
Pray for us sinners,
for indeed sinners we are.
In love with our immorality,
wallowing in our faults,
repeating our transgressions.
The world applauds us
in complete agreement
with our fetid fallacies.
We are important only if
we indulge in our heinous,
scandalous and contemptible
affairs of the world.
There's time enough to right
any of our errant and gross sins.
Wealth pours in and all worldly worthy things
that pushes us to indulge
our lust and greed. For think on it,
there's time enough to make amends!
Upon the hill a Man once shed His blood,
even up to the last drop.
Thus did He redeem all men.
But only if they repent.
It is a two way traffic
in our contract for salvation.
So are you sure there's time enough?
Only fools think so.
Arrogance,
laughing at
Ignorance,
Not funny.
Awareness
Can cure
Ignorance.
Arrogance
Has no remedy
Not even money!
Frowning, I read the words of a sanctimonious poem.
one t'would be praised and lauded by sinful, Jeroboam.
Its lines were written by one who is ignorant and daft
to think at mankind's flaws, almighty God would laugh.
Scorn Satan if insisting on talking about liars and fools.
Their weaknesses exploited. They're the devil's tools,
but don't point a finger at God, thinking He's amused.
It's terribly irreverent to Him when He's falsely accused.
To think God would chuckle or express an ounce of mirth
over the grievous wrongs taking place today on Earth,
makes one look quite foolish, and I'll say, "Shame on you!"
The hand that scribbled such words is guilty of a snafu.
Have you no respect for our Father, the God of love?
Piety seems to be a quality this poet has fallen short of.
Read scripture for a better understanding of theology
and think about saying a prayer, offering God an apology.
With a sleep-living shuffle, they plod along
Apathetic senses, that don't notice it's wrong
Automatic living, with the brain turned off
My ideals of freedom, their conditioned to scoff!
The sheople who live, in societies herd
Who think flying freely only applies to a bird
Corrupted, sealed minds that believe every word
Unfortunately their truth is...at best my turd!
You may think your free, I tell you THATS a dream
The propoganda machine, is the only intel you've seen
Your brains so washed I think it must be clean
Robbed by the government, robbed by the queen!
They must have such giant sheep, for this much wool
Though the deception begins whilst still at school
Too many righteous idiots, believe false word as rule
But it's me who has to madly suffer these fools!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
If you strip away our skin,
We are the same.
Where we differ is thoughts
In the brain.
If we are not cremated,
We are six feet down.
We all end up as a pile of
Bones in the ground.
Your heart pumps your blood
Just like mine.
We share the same sky and
Sunshine.
The color of our skin is
A pigment.
You and I are not that
Different.
There is male and female and
Something in between.
Born with the anatomy of a king
And feels like a queen.
The difference lies deep
Within your mind.
You choose to hate and
Be unkind.
No one is trying to take
Anything from you.
We want to be allowed to live
The way you do.
To be happy, in love,
and raise a family.
Overlook the difference,
Bond with commonality.
Is it that big of a deal if,
The dude looks like a lady?
Who cares if Dan wants,
To be called Miss Daisy.
You are not in charge,
You don't make the rules.
You are just the captain on
A ship of fools.
TURBO1904?
We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know they face no consequence,
they even blacklist all others,
it’s the students who pay the cost,
in the real world they all suffer
for imbibing leftist nonsense
that they learned at academy,
betrayed by malign professors,
by ‘elites’ who are not elite.
We see them strutting in Hollywood,
convinced that their fame is greatness,
they want us to watch ever film,
yet our values they dismiss.
Thinking they’re on the cutting edge,
and the we’re all just inbred proles,
they think that lying well on film
makes them the people in the know.
Yet most of them have more spouses
when most people have fingers,
all their rapes are upsetting,
the pedophilia disturbs.
Once called the city of angels,
now just a Sodom on the sea,
a mess of ruined human souls,
an ‘elite’ who are not elite.
Glance upon the creative scenes,
you’ll find many more of this kind,
like the ‘artist’ who wants thirty grand
for a spray-painted orange rind!
Or maybe the plotless writer
who calls it ‘literary fic,’
bad characters just moaning on
about how they’re damaged and sick.
Don’t forget today’s architect
with his swiss-cheese ‘masterpiece,’
it’s supposed to be a building,
nut I looks like concrete feces.
I wouldn’t take any of this
even if given out for free,
they’re making all art hideous,
these ‘elites’ who are not elite.
Then there are all of the blowhards
who make up the modern news,
thinking that you will only see
the things that they pick and choose.
When any man with internet
can see through their partisan crap,
and lord do they get all annoyed
when you call them out on that.
If they cannot win they censor
and double down on their madness,
the idea that they can’t control us
is one they cannot stomach yet.
Those fools will tell me it’s raining
while I walk down a sunny street,
it is far time we tear them down,
damned ‘elites’ who are not elite.
Darkness
Drowning in that lie
That liquid that betrays
Color of the amber sun
Whispered to be the Gods drink
Too potent for mortal blood
Consumed by Spartan Violence
Shattering glass
Wallowing in misery
Darkness
Control was never grasped
Only an illusion of the polluted mind
No oracle would praise
or promise drink
Until the end of the days
Consumed by that image
Wavering before bloodshot eyes
Hephaestus slamming his hammer
Into the sides of a mortals cranium
Bleary judgement
Bruised knuckles on a hand
The amber lies of the God's entertainment
One sip that brings instead of light
Sweet darkness
Does humanity ever change?
He deceives the people; claims he is a king.
Hang him on a cross would be just the thing.
They do not confess the truth of the church.
Burn them at the stake or worse.
Make them wear an arm band.
Then gas them throughout the land.
They are enemies of the state.
Thus, the gulags they create.
They do not comply with the revolution.
Eliminate them is the one solution.
Ban a book, delete an account,
Silence voices of decent.
Only allow majority assent.
For a man can only speak, what a man can think.
In these current days and times,
Government and media have combined,
To assault the language; thus, our minds.
Control the language, control the mind.
For man can only speak, what a man can think.
Folks let fear take them over.
Succumbing to popular notions;
Believing they provide protections;
Blinded by cowardly inventions.
Forgetting all of histories lessons,
Regarding dangerous insurrections,
Claimed by men seeking self-elevation.
Yet, there is no way to gage the power;
Of one man unwilling to cower.
Who stands up strong at the fateful hour;
Resisting wrongs of a throng’s clamor.
For a man can truly speak, when a man can think.
Let us honor where possible all of earth's fools
Who remind us that others view us the same way,
Who might also be brothers, if not on this day
Or the conflict this moment, prove friend in some way!
Where's the profit when violence makes us its tools.
When you look in a mirror, reflect on who's there,
Is he flawlessly pure or has he made mistakes
You aren't keen to uncover, who learns more from breaks
That his mother might give him, than the belt his dad takes
To the woodshed, "to learn him?" Tell me what's more "fair!"
Can harsh punishment ever be Love's consequence?
Was Christ's death for our faults or to show us God's Grace
That was there all along? In such pain lies embrace
That no man should ignore. "Jesus wept!" Liquid's trace!
Don't you feel His tears shed, their revealed eloquence?
If this day is my last, Lord, let me not conceal,
Worst shame's flaw in pride's shade that might proffer one light,
To a fellow fool feeling he's lost. Can the night
Be a tent for our nakedness, mellow sin's sight
To the sinless? Can sin be excused, if You're real?
Your forgiveness seems path more inviting than free.
Oh, in faith lies the journey where I hope to roam,
There discover provisions you share, a new home,
One where coming or going, Your Word's just "Shalom!"
And the rainbow's curved smile shines for all that can be.
Long Tooth
June 28th in 2019