Best Polemics Poems
simply blither
simply obscure
obscure lingo
obscure form
form of creation
form the phrase
phrase the question
phrase for the play
play on your knees
play in the yards
yards of meter
yards of counted
counted on your fingers
counted on your toes
toes of glory
toes which dance
dance in lines
dance in time
time to form questions
time to answer
answer the phone
answer the call
call OUT
call them IN
in deed
in need
need to have structure
need to find place
place on the page
place on the stage
stage play
stage coach
coach the team
coach ride
ride the car
ride the boss
boss the writer
boss the poet
poet with style
poet who lingers
lingers on their own pain
lingers on their own voice
voice uncontrolled
voice over stated
stated a need
stated verbose
verbose Narcissists
verbose polemic
polemics
Narcissists
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Disk dim damning polemics prosing perverse.
Roam alike the devil I on thy land
Quiet silent without perfect ambition grand,
Wherever peep find people proudly proceed
Solely cede sociably at that no heed.
Sober savory what served me macabre trouble
Little thought of revolution posting my fault double,
Tension not towards God who purifies our soul,
Yet enthralled by each His materialistic power whole.
Their glory to seduce innocent is unreliable claim,
Promoted theft, corruption and forgery as if master game.
Cluster of vampires moving freely enjoying regular thrust
New born dies wanting milk in his mother's breast.
Groaning love lying lurking under pressure worldly power
Cunning crazy wiseacre searching wholly practical hour;
Warns nature recurrent leave polemics be providential,
Provide honest support allow living them all dimensional.
The world shared some turmoil; what went wrong?
that was the question, deplored the argument;
It’s all about Pope Benedict’s address
given to his old university at Regensburg
in Germany where he had taught –
a number of years with total commitment,
genuine dialogue and contribution.
His theology speaks about history and faith
its rationality and intellectual debate
meant to participate without any regret;
with relationship between faith and intellect.
The darkness of a new episode or story to tell,
barbarism that the Pope fears in this generation;
perhaps abuse and neglect of fundemental values
that’s growing decadence of moral continuation.
It’s how he sees now the postmodern Europe,
in different ways where there are revelations;
a climate of relativism and shared influence
secularism in the service of separation.
What’s binding in his theological rejoinder
church’s original faith expressions and traditions
a cultural product of time shared with modern trust
revisited and highlighted with modern ideas.
Plato and Aristotle are indeed proponents
of Greek philosophical tradition;
their influence in the medieval Latin formation
shared some dialogue along with revelation.
What was exactly quoted in Pope Benedict’s address
referring to Manuel II Palaeologus
“show me just what Muhammad brought that was new,
and there you will find things only evil and inhuman,
such as his command to spread by the sword
the faith he preached.”
There’s a vivid brusqueness in this statement,
however, he explained between faith and reason;
the Muslim world reacted with anger and conclusion,
that Pope Benedict had denounced the Qu’ran in its existence.
Not in his own personal view how he said it,
without any polemics to pounce on its evil meaning
Qu’ran as an unmediated word of God;
the message of the Prophet it descended –
on Muhammad; it came from God.
Hostility continued to draw the line of division,
A process of theological need and understanding
With shared witness and value in today’s relativism,
Pope Benedict had reason completely credible.
Echoes of A Victims Plea
The fires burn on; the polemics fuelled
More crocodile tears from the politicians who've duelled
To capture the lens of the Press.
But our loved ones cry that simple tear
For those of us whom they loved so dear
.........Immortalised (they) nonetheless!!!
Now the cruel sea with arrogance
Beat back attempts by those who chance
Their lives to bring us back.
But just leave us here, within our grave
We're not all strong, all bold, all brave;
We're souls - it's just life we lack.
15 July 1988
What Rainbows Are:
A rainbow is hideous.
They obscure the view
of the dark void of men.
There is no joy;only agony upon pain.
Your impressions are thwarted
by these colors.
You are lost on your own path.
Virtue and wisdom flaccid ideals
for the weak and the daft,
whom been called sage.
All fail you.
Your family, groups,
and in a word, society.
These rainbows hide this.
The rainbow is diabolic.
The most incite-full of verses.
The best of rhymes.
The greatest of men.
The heroes of the times.
They do not succeed,
nor try from their armchairs.
Their failure is complete.
False notions of hope,
birthed from within,
parried by men
of wretchedness wickedness; and evil.
They give knights allowances -
missives and permissions,
for hollow excuses.
Superficial platitudes!
The anointed are mere spectators.
With quips and their empty polemics.
Thus you see. You know,
a rainbow is hideous.
Intends to be the best,
acts like owner of the world,
fights for the USA
loves the history of American music
is entitled to be a roadster
passionate with nature
carry out cucarachas with reservation
vibrates with sports
intrudes on foreign affairs
polemics racial issues
celebrates 4th of july with pride
has fun with regional accents
carves pumpkins like no one
tends to be a bit arrogant
rejoices with fireworks
should assist poorer countries further
praises and appreciates peanut butter
frolic in football badly
plays basketball admirably
knows that everyone wants
to come to America ... !
Ps for the sake of poetry, i must say that
I LOVE AMERICA !
Monkeys in Moon
Just a few lucky monkeys could be at moon
And to be one among them was your boon;
It’s real, they said, humans may come soon,
And to pluck fruit before them, be a goon.
The minion’s whisper of secret polemic numbed
My senses! I woke up looking sanity thumbed
A future for reposing ambition in me; it drummed
My sleep away; away gone life, to hell succumbed.
One morning, from my tall portico hung my fife;
People stopped to talk of bygone tales of strife,
And the town stifled my bio and it became rife,
With legends, myths and filth; they felled my life.
And then I found monkeys in life, real monkeys,
Monkeys with more and more polemics, like junkies.
And then truth dawned; hadn’t I reared monkeys
In my heart for riches I wouldn’t be with monkeys.
Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Christmas carols and bells, bright stars and pine trees
With light snowfall can create a winter wonderland.
What a spectacle of lights and divine beauty
The whole world celebrates awesomely
The birthday of Jesus Christ born in Africa
What a shock for the entire Diaspora!
Baby Jesus was different, that’s why
From the crèche they wanted to sacrifice and crucify
Him, their goal was to kill Him like a goat
Which they did, but He returned. It’s time to gloat.
The Messiah can be a subject of controversies
Deceptions, propaganda, polemics and inconsistencies
Oh! This is Noël, let’s rejoice and enjoy the feasts
At least and at last in this joyous season, let’s live in peace.
Copyright © December 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
In Jesus nails I doubt but
it doesn't make me less faithful
therefore
for a gram of material glory
I'm swapping
freshly delivered Virgin Mary's proclamations
just this morning
she confirmed to me
the time of broadcasting
even though she is pissed off
because of the leakage of one of her favorite messages
which says that for earning a seat in the first row next to the altar
you have to wear a proper hat
but
in christian spirit
she gave up of criminal prosecution
only thing she ever wanted is to give people God's word
and
she did it
to the threadbare knees and questions about working hours of the Lord
within TV schedule
the prime time was given
world became televised
one big cinema screen where
everyone is trying to plug in their own scenarios
yesterday God went on holidays
so
loosed from any common sense
public opinion was divided by two pieces of a modern thought
by one was spoken a shaved truth
how is possible to be promoted by having a child
from call girl to pillar of society
by second one was brought in question an honor of favorite croatian people's hole
F*** it
in accordance with a label of nation
which is highly ranked on global moral scales
our every national debate
regularly ends with polemics about
the crotch.
raise your two fingers one that
at least once in her life didn't lay down with a pig
Cult and trend and recalcitrance
I'm from the streets and have seen things
But this I have to admit is beyond me
It's hunting season and they are all in
Pontificating politicians demanding penance
Pointing fingers at pimps and king pins
Attracting the attention of sharp shooters
It’s a dreary mess of an age
They are feeding us baloney sandwiches
So that we can digest the drab
Dullness mixed with brilliant moments
Freaky nonsense and ebullient concepts
Politics, polemics and theatrics
If it wasn’t pathetic I’d call it poetic
In this prison we languish
I stopped and thought for a moment
Time and circumstance, one and the same
No distinction, hard to tell apart
Trust me on this. C’est ne pas possible
I’ve followed the algorithm
Up to where it turns around the hill
I’ve seen it in totality, in its many hats and faces
It reads like a book. It reeks like a fluke
But I’m hardly moved. We are flipping pages
Flipping pages in a book of tricks
Every presence is a narration
A monument of words and actions
Good and sometimes shocking
Infractions and retractions
Piles of reactions and counteractions
Call it interaction. Break it down
But watch your intonation
Mom writes polemics, when a cause grasps her heart
She's a good soul and wants to do her part
A journal took one, so she emailed it to friends
Then found that old age had brought many to their ends
Sometimes children answer back, or maybe a weary wife
They thank her kindly, talk about the hollow in their life
Sometimes they are left to cope alone
But there's always a rest for a rolling stone.
I viewed the emails she’s getting back
This one succumbed to a heart attack
This one had a blood disease, slow but sure
This one slipped on his driveway, could not endure
Her article makes waves, then just ripples in a lake
Tomorrow's news cycle and forgetfulness take
Does she make a difference in the trend flow?
The fish against the current who knew where to go.
I push Mom in a wheelchair, up a path in a park
We sit at the summit, and I rest on tree bark
There's a half-life to friends, it's hard to make more
As your boat approaches the terminal shore.
On her birthday we walked, I watched a hawk soar
Her cell phone rang, a shock was in store
It was the son of friend, a lady healthy and strong
She died that morning, it felt so wrong
She remembers when Dad died, its etched in her brain
He couldn't get words out, and we couldn't explain
The years spiral downward, and life's ripples fade
And yet for a time, a difference was made.
Life seems
at times,
sometimes chronically usual
and sometimes more critically unusual,
Life seems to see a too large familial
and/or global space
between Winning outside less
and not Losing inside more,
Life unfolds feelings
differentiating between usually
and just sometimes
would be a healthier Win
for anger management
and depression
and manic bipolar issues,
polemics,
bipolarities Left against Right
too LoseLose negatively dissonant,
disassociating from authentic
integrity
health-wealth identity.
Yet,
in our next moment,
claustrophobic narrow ways
between Winning freedom and light
and not also Losing life and love
unveil a culturally treacherous walk.
A personal yet also political and economic stalk
through a narrowing last second
in LeftBrain dominating Time
reincarnating EarthClimates
All, or most,
Either winning or losing
attachment to detachment
attacking
future life of humble sufficiency Left-Right fortune,
seen through Earth's timeless creative RightBrain lens
casting past death
of Ego's immanently inaccurate
decomposing misfortune
denying untimely WinLose events.
Exhausting WinWin divine inspiration,
finding ribboned rivers of YangHeaded hope
between hearing Winning dipolarity
yet also not seeing bipolar Losing co-gravity
what Sacred EarthTime never RightBrain autonomously owned
or could eternally LeftBrain co-redeem alone
while co-advocating creation,
regenerative
creolizing
transubstantiations
between healthy Left
and wealthy WiseElder Matriarchal Right.
Bicameral life seems to see a larger revolutionary space
between Winning outside time more ecologically healthy
and not Losing inside sacred place
love multi-theological wealthy.
Waltzing on bracken and shingle,
Dirt scuffed and spun in the air,
As the blood and the dust devils mingle,
Drying, infused with despair.
The crackling twigs in the campfires
Spat out the legends of old;
The wind blew the ash of those campfires
Until all those ashes grew cold.
Whispered in tongues of black humour,
Polemics of demons and dread,
And freedom became but a rumour,
Butchered dreams in a dead man’s head.
Atime for wooing voters
selling dreams
Floating manifestos
A season of paying whirlwind visits
To the farthest corner of
constituency
Time for defacing walls with posters,
polluting public mind with party propaganda
For buying ballots with petty gifts:
Blankets,wine bottles,currency notes
A carnival for double voting,shanghaing,
murdering rival candidates-
A platform for indulging into polemics,
mudslinging.
Demagogue's favourite festival