Best Organized Poems
*no outsiders allowed inside
a lone rule breaking in
a no rule zone
nowhere to go in an open sea,
lost with somewhere to go
a sleepless dream
or was it a dreamless sleep?
getting confused with the steadiness
of finally feeling a constant heartbeat
slowing down in the fast lane...
unpredictable in the land of inevitability
the silence of the heart
thunders
in the mind
niggling...refusing to accept
what it all means, what it implies
denial or is it blindness?
putting up a **deep facade
but really
just floating--
feet on the clouds
with head in the ground
solid stone crumbles to dust
as ice melts the fire
of resistance--now sputtering,
sparkling shyly
as diamonds would
upside down
right side up
downside up
up side left
head tucked in
with neck sticking out
heart in throat, swallowing it
getting thirsty in the rain
fools made out of geniuses
or is it
geniuses made out of fools?
love~
so many are lost in it,
puzzling the mystified
and the rational
yet many understand it
when things fall into place
but
once a missing piece does fit,
it only finds other mysteries
stumbling on answers
in organized chaos
no wonder
people go crazy over it
Jan. 25, 2010
ok writing this sort of confused me lol
* found this posted on door somewhere here
** snatched this from Chris Aechtner (sorry Chris you're
like a mushroom here, so used it without permission, hope that's ok ^_~)
haha wrote this before a parent's meeting so have to rush out of here--
heehee trying to squeeze in an entry in Kristen's Oxymoronica contest :)
will try to catch up on comments soon, promise :) thanks!!
ok Wilma sticking with this title, thanks Missy :)
at times it seems to be their only ticket out of the hood
young black men with athletic talents that are exceptionally good
be it basketball, football, baseball or any other type of sport
it's their natural athletic ability where they don't seem to fall short
but not all of them are gifted enough to have top-notch grades
they use what they got to lie in the bed of life that they've made
to get out of the projects, beyond the violence and the crime
to rise above their circumstances, away from the troubled and hard times
but the pressure is tremendous and there are only a certain numbers of spots
they will attempt to do anything to rise up to the top
many of them are overwhelmed, many get lost and confused
everybody wants a piece of them, they can't seem to win nor lose
awesome responsibility placed upon their untutored minds
many of them will misstep and get left behind
the prestige and money make a most seductive bait
a number of them will bypass college as they can not afford to wait
organized sports, the fast track to fortune and fame
but all it seems to have done is take the fun out of the game
it's not personal, it's business
and the athletes are just tools
to make money for those in powers
but what about education and school?
to turn pro, to get paid, to have the American dream
organized sports, it's no longer about fun nor about the team
over 20 yrs of planning
using the very terrorists created
to divide and conquer
try to fool the world
forget not that God is above you
organized chaos
not all are led by their noses
third world order
pretentious heroism
send more troops
tanks and armour
finish what was started
in poland where zionism was born
place puppets at heads of nations
while controlling the strings
divide then conquer
the real terrorists
it's a matter of time
then peace will reign
while you send innocence too martyrdom
you come closer too your end
Syria will rise
Middle East will rise
Palestine will be free
Africa will unite
the world will see clearly
the truth of who is the iron fist
the very heroes
the creators of organized chaos
polydactyl fractals
and digital manipulation
like "fat fingers"
pushing "astroturf" clods
and "usefull idiots" onto the street
into the traffic
goose stepping in lockstep
against what they're for
unaware
their prophets decrying profits
(historically elite)
the politburo oligarchy
with power
from the barrel of a gun
and needing Adam Smith
to eat
but oh well
what's a few hundred million
citizens
between fiends?
a
stranger
caught his eye
across the room
turned his organized thoughts into chaos
©090420122030
In the 1920's labor had fights
Employers hired toughs, both sides ignored rights
Unions hired the Mafia, thought they’d be strong
The tactic was effective, but unwise and wrong.
The Mafia knew that beggars can’t choose
They made an offer the unions could not refuse
Took over, raided wages, extorted the boss
They made the gain, the workers the loss
In Mexico, cartels own a third of the land
Don’t run for office, you might die by their hand
In Russia and China, rulers solidify Mafia ties
Crime helps rulers, and liberty dies.
Cash for the ruthless, recently in the news
Iran paid European Mafias to kill Europe’s Jews
There's no stopping the wicked, they endlessly reach
These warning verses are but a stone on a beach
Your profile may be low, so you see no cause to arm
But get in their way, and then comes the harm
To take an example, I read this to my alarm
Not far from me, Hudson valley, bodies hidden in a farm.
Any tech that helps, bad guys seize the chance.
Like a drug that puts victims in a spellbound trance
That drug: 'devil's breath', will severely confuse.
So it and other drugs Columbia Mafia’s use
From the danger buffet, you can take your pick
Bad guys don't have to kill, they can make you sick
Harmful drugs aerosolized, blown to a face
Your life derailed, a crime with no trace.
So, the picture is this
Governments and Mafias give each other a kiss
Technology for both, that can control you
What a brave new world, nothing we can do.
Why are some religions so full of judgmental hate?
Certain groups claim they are right, then point their fingers and negate.
A certain few must go to heaven, and the rest will burn in hell.
I think many will be surprised when they hear that final bell.
A French teacher was beheaded for showing a certain religious cartoon.
A young man was brutally murdered, for the rainbow colors on his balloon.
Women are treated like animals, children are raped and beaten to death.
All in the name of their God, blasphemy spewed in many a breath.
I guess for me, I will just follow my heart.
I’ll do my best to build and not tear apart.
I will protect those I love this I will do with an iron fist.
I’ll do what I can so we can peacefully coexist.
Judge lest ye be judged, please don’t pass judgement on others.
He will judge you with the same measure you judge your brother.
For those of you who notice that speck in others eyes.
Take stock of your own, so you are not one day surprised.
Good friend, fear thee not! For chemical bliss,
Awaits in their smile, their laughter, their kiss …
Your future? Intoxicating. There is naught you shall miss.
You spent too much time to set this day right, to organize
But why will you not listen to me and realize...
Your friend is here to womanize!!
Now let us not pretend this short poem is a Victorian
Nor act as if I am a poet, prophet or historian;
But my friend, more than one emperor was betrayed by his praetorian.
Mind you not the fell dagger plunged deep in your back,
Or the guile and the wit of the siren attack.
Proceed as you must. Haste now! No alack!
2.29.2020
Written for "Occasional" contest, sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Engagement theme
Each and every member
Follows the group leader.
Live by live organizations,
Organ by organ organized!
OPERATION FALLEN BEGAN AFTER SEVERAL CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO ACTUALLY BECAME JUNK SICK JEOPARDIZING HIS CRIME FAMILY HE ACTUALLY PAID CORRUPT OFFICERS TO SEND GOOD INCORUPTIBLE OFFICERS INTO WAR ZONES BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HIRED ABUSE OF POWER TO ALLOW EARLY RELEASE FOR HIS PERSONAL LIST OF REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS REACHING OVER ONE HUNDRED SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS MEANWHILE THESE OFFICERS ARE DUMB FOUNDED FEARING FOR THEIR LIVES FINALLY MURDERED BY FRIENDLY FIRE MEANWHILE THE ONE HUNDRED REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS RECIEVE EARLY RELEASES AND FREE DUSNEY PASSES THE GAMES OF ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION CROSSING OVER RICO VIOLALTIONS COMPLETE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT FOR INCORRUPTIBLE OFFICERS FBI INFORMANTS I WOLL NEVER EVER FEAR ABUSE OF POWER EXCESSIVE BULLYING ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WORKING FOR THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OVER ARSON MURDER OF 9 ELDERLY PERSONS GOD BLESS ALL THE FALLEN GOD BLESS AMERICA
Poetry is a naturally simple speech
Poetry is a well-organized speech
It is the profound expression of the soul
The digital or verbal dialect of the heart
Poetry is a special piece of art
Poetry plays a major and vital role
In our society, in church and in school
Poetry rewrites the anxieties, the souvenirs
The nostalgia, the past memories and the tears
Poetry will always remain a great tool
That exposes ideas, thoughts and imagination
Poetry is telling a simple story with passion
It is to yell, weep, express and curse at the fool
The Bible is the best poetry book ever written
Read the psalms, the proverbs and more in the garden
There are no songs without rhythms, and lyrics
Which are words of poetry which fear no critics
Poetry is everywhere in our daily life
The best commercials are rhymed
Poetry defies words, smiles, music and time
Sending a poem to a sweet spouse or a lovely wife
Remains the most romantic things to do
In time of crisis or to set an enticing mood
The best speeches are in prose or poems that woo
Audiences all over the world like the food
That is delivered to hungry or destitute nations
Poets are special people who use words of emotions
To calm, charm, soothe, quiet, whoo or energize the world
Which is desperate to be better and to be whirled
Like rising smoke or wandering clouds in the air
Poetry is a panacea. Poetry is everywhere.
Copyright © March, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
This is Mr. Squeaky, mouse reporter,
squeaking to you from the Swiss cheese quarter,
where the crime bosses will decide the price
you'll have to pay for a provolone slice.
My modest size lets me to infiltrate
the safe house where they will decide the fate
of decent queso lovers like you and I -
oh no - they want to restrict the supply!
Don "Blockhead" Cheddarino, barks and glares
at an aging figure, caught unawares,
Gouda Bidini, aged not to perfection,
"Our common goal, deplete the deli section."
What will they do with the power they seize?
Good people, they will take away our cheese!
They'll attack all of us midnight snackers.
They'll take away the brie for our crackers!
This, friends and viewers, is no baloney -
no more cheddar for our macaroni!
We'll take a bite, and we'll sit and stare
when our grilled-cheese sandwich is filled with air.
They're going to agree to a treaty:
no more mozzarella for baked ziti.
We need something stretchy on pizza pie -
a serious case for the FBI.
Better bring in J Cheddar Hoover fast.
My appetite's going nuts - I won't last.
This has been your intrepid mouse reporter,
and aspiring exquisite cheese importer.
Good night and good luck. You think this is so dumb?
Wait 'til you see me in my next po-em.
I show up ready
Like it’s nothing, no big deal.
But calm is just a front I put on,
No one sees the ache
They say thanks, but don’t see the work,
Only the finished things I do.
They don’t know how many times
I’ve held it together when it got hard.
They see the results, not the fight,
Like it all came easy overnight.
They say, “You always have it figured out,”
But they don’t know the truth.
I check my work twice or more,
Late at night when no one cares.
I clean and fix before they ask,
But effort’s never what they see
It’s just expected of me.
I hide these tired eyes
And they love it when it’s done,
But not the work behind it all.