Best Prosecuted Poems
SHINE"ING"
Shining with my lively smile,
keeps you in denial with my G-Q style.
You say it's murder, I say it's a mistrial.
You misapperehend me to not understand me!
I can sell ice to a eskimo,
fire to the devil that lives down below.
I'm the tower with the infernal powers,
shining with infinite brightness,
causeing definitely blindness!
I wanna be rich *****!
Thats why I keep the gun at my hips!
My lips soft as silk,
body as smooth as milk.
Your addicted to the way I spit,
I'm a convict held in comtempt.
Your baffled by my ego,
but it just the principal!
I'm shine"ing"
I'm a dependant of the money I make,
and addicted to the abuse I take,
prosecuted for the way I think!
I'm the air that fills your lungs,
I'm that pill you take when you have a headache.
Solid as my body that naturally retains the same shape.
The illest part of my personality,
is the identity of me!
The diversity of being in the streets,
is truly the best part of me!
I'm Shining
No one lives in a democracy opening word lie
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves
unto a taxpaying system none the less true
Graded by our salary in class distinction fact
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance
that takes under the table deals which turn tricks
Hidden from view by corruption shady characters
our role models to carry into the future light
Power generates a hungry source unyielding
That lusts with the endless need for more
constantly envying others happiness
chaos will follow unmoral government bodies
They who should be prosecuted where justice dwells
under high treason against the state and her children
I believe in truth and honestly not falsehoods
A World So Cold
What is this place we live in?
This, a place where once you saw a friend, now stands an enemy.
This, a place who's lifeblood is pain, lies, and deception.
This, a place where honesty and decency are oh too rare.
This place, a world so cold.
What is this that I feel?
This, the suffering of a people, ridiculed, hated and prosecuted.
This, the sting of betrayal from a brother turning his back due to what I am.
This, the pain of being different, hated in a so called "diverse society".
This feeling, a world so cold.
What is this that I see?
This, the destruction of a mans life, just because he wasn't the same color.
This, the brutal beating of a person because they weren't straight.
This, the genocide of a people due to their religious beliefs.
This, the sight of a world so cold.
Why do I suffer so?
I suffer for faith in humanity as a whole, that we can live in peace.
I suffer for a day that I can be openly me without fear of discrimination.
I suffer for the generation of tomorrow, so that they may live better than I.
I suffer for this world, a world so cold.
What do I say?
This, that I am proud of who and what I am.
This, that I would stand up for my friends, my beliefs, and my life.
This, that I shall not break when you call me "***", "furvert" or the likes,
This, that I fight to save a world so cold.
Form:
Not safe in God’s House
In trouble at the Schoolhouse
In danger at the White House
Especially, in our own house
We’re hunted like the old time
Prosecuted
And persecuted
Like breathing was a crime.
Too much racial hatred
This is a new, new apartheid
They want our blood, our sweat
For nothing, for pennies
They want us on our knees
Begging like a cheap pet
Like we have no self-worth
But we rather see early death
In lieu of losing our dignity
Our pride and our humanity.
Another sick and senseless massacre
Another day of mourning
Another day of torture
Our People are tired of suffering
Our safety is in jeopardy
No place to hide our heart, our soul
We can simply pray for a better journey
For better opportunities and a happier role.
We shall overcome
We are not afraid to fight
Until the last beat of the heart
Until the last bell of the bout
We will get Home
When we hear the last words
Of the amazing grace
We belong in this place
And this place belongs to us
We want Peace
But Justice first
We’re angry, hungry and athirst
To see the day when this nonsense
Will stop, will cease
Eating away our sense
Of Happiness
And Fairness
Like a Parisian cheese.
We shall overcome
Not safe in God’s Home
This is another day of sadness
Another journey of unhappiness.
Hebert Logerie
Copyright@June 2015, Hebert Logerie ,All Rights Reserved
Great, truly great is he
Who at every turn finds himself
Loved by the prudent
Encouraged by the humble
Indicted by mediocrity
Trailed by the inquisitive
Hunted by the wicked
Prosecuted by the jealous
Judged by malice
Convicted by the lowly
Imprisoned by time
Acquitted by his own wisdom
Relieved by the passage of time
Sustained by the Almighty
And respected by all!
My father passed on nearly ten years before I got married. He was not present for my college graduation, nor was he alive when I finished high school.
My youngest sibling was nine months old. There was a period of grief at his passing, but then survival demands appeared and said, “Let there be life”. So I moved on.
At the time, his absence never bothered me. I learned to live without him; to leap from boy to man. I never accused or charged him for dying too soon;
OR DID I? I never blamed him for the pains and the wounds; OR DID I?
There were signs that he was becoming a better person to live with;
but I don’t really know how I would have differed had he lived longer.
Many years later I realized that I subconsciously shut him out; I SHOULDN'T HAVE. I angrily charged him for things he did and judgmentally accused him of things he shouldn’t have done. I SHOULDN'T HAVE. Without mercy, I prosecuted, sentenced, and banished him and all that he represented; BUT
I SHOULDN'T HAVE.
Subconsciously, I reacted to his negative ways and rendered him irrelevant.
There were things I did not know, and other things I never considered.
I silently, without fuss or fight, without sufficient evidence, shut him out.
Yes, I rendered him unimportant and irrelevant; anything positive was blocked out, never rising to an appreciative level. It would take years to even realize this. Yes, Father was dead physically, but he deserved a kind memory. However, for years I was as if silent and frozen, unable to remember anything of value.
But then it happened!! Twelve years ago at a family reunion, a younger sister spoke well of our father and sat me straight. She spoke of things I never knew of the man whose memory I had crushed, and whose influence I thought I could live without. She spoke of a man I never knew and painted a portrait of a man that was kind, caring, and sensitive toward others.
It was like a reunion with my long-deceased father; and as if I was
given a second encounter with him. I tell you, I forgave him and consciously let his influence and memory back into my life, and I am the better for it.
07112015
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
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Damn, this guy sounds really angry
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The following flyer has been posted all over my neighborhood.
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Poisoning stray cats is Against The Law.
All violators will be prosecuted by me
To The Fullest Extent Of The Law!
I know who you are and I have the proof.
Photos, video, autopsies too,
I have enough evidence to arrest and book you.
Cease And Desist This Now and I'll be through with you,
because I'm a very calm and reserved individual generally.
I live my life at a very slow and stress free pace,
but abuse any animal and I break into a crazy
that will make your worst nightmare feel like your happy place.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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PS:
Just to give you an idea of who you're messing with,
I have no qualms at all getting the press involved with this.
This Is Your Final Warning, CEASE AND DESIST!
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Damn, I wonder who is posting all these flyers in my neighborhood.
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Her eye's are prosecuted to
see, A darkened soul, now
lingers, into anger and rage,
against, this machined body,
that exhausts my mind, with no
way to return, It's existence,
has been, captivated and
buried, deep beneath, The
floors, of burning tar, I cry
hopelessly down, A rivered
waterfall where they seep in A
black hole wash, knowing that
her reality, of it all has become
her reaper, as she SNAPPS,
back through to the hot seat,
that roars inside her, The battle
continues to race, these walls, I
burn, in determination to
heavens gate, Ashes-to-
ashes;Dust-to-dust, I'm asking
my ALMIGHTY'S forgiveness, to
let me come home, cause
there's NO ICE-WATER here, at
HELL'S PRISON, for I am
thirsty....To love again, as
GOD'S apostle.......
'Knock, knock' on the door,
But, I won't let you in.
No, no.
The chamber of my heart is closed.
But 'knock, knock' you say.
Oh no!
I am stronger in this position than any other.
A huge 'liquidation' sign hung,
For months and months,
At my window pane.
I gave away everything I had to give,
To you,
To family,
To friends.
Nothing is left here,
Nothing for you,
Nothing for me.
There is no you and me.
My heart is closed.
I sacrificed,
I worked,
I gambled,
I lost.
I am fine.
'Knock, knock' you say.
But my door is closed to you,
Always now.
I won't let you in again.
No. no.
Go away, now.
I have nothing left to give.
The chamber of my heart was looted long ago.
Gutted.
Raised to the ground.
Left empty.
Dilapidated.
Condemned.
Like a broken down warehouse,
In some sort of insurance scam that went wrong.
Was that it?
Was this all some crazy scheme?
To gather insurance on care?
On love?
To put me in line?
To own everything I have?
Everything I am?
To control me?
Insuring against me,
Then ripping me apart,
Stone by stone,
Day by day.
No, no.
You can't come in again.
Not you.
Not ever.
Go away.
This fraud went wrong.
I build back up,
Brick by fragile brick.
I put up a wall,
With a sign,
'Private property',
Keep out!
Yet, 'knock, knock',
So, now I say,
'Trespassers will be prosecuted'.
Oh yes.
Come near me again,
I will tear you apart.
I have emotional dynamite,
Golden.
So much you don't know.
Oh yes.
Come near me again,
I will blow your life apart,
Just as you did mine.
'Knock, knock'?
Really?
'Knock, knock'?
Honestly?
You think you have a right to ask?
For anything?
Ever again?
Oh no!
Not now.
Not never.
Test my walls,
If you like.
They are steady.
Knock on the door,
If you like.
I'm not listening.
My chamber's closed,
My heart is not open for business,
Everything went in the recession.
I don't have a thing to my name,
Emotionally.
Except ambition.
And drive.
And a whole host of strength.
You can lay siege,
I won't notice.
You can knock,
I won't answer.
No, no,
Not ever again.
You are not welcome.
Oh no!
No more.
Please go.
Spare yourself the trouble,
Of the incessant knocking...
There once was a joker called Cupid;
The matches he made often stupid,
But he fired from his bow
At the folks down below -
His tricks got him oft prosecuted.
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s February Funny Bone contest
Some people spreading rumors
Talking about the illuminati
Saying it’s the new world order
Raising a lot of conspiracy theory
The way the world is today
A lot is left daze and confuse
So they come up these stories
Just to make their self amuse
The illuminati did exist centuries ago
But only for their own protection
From the powerful Roman Catholic church
To avoid arrest and persecution
The Roman Catholic Church theory
Is that around the sun the earth rotate
And until the church lost it powers
They enforce that philosophy without debate
The illuminati was group of intelligent minds
Respected scientists. And Philosophers
And if they don’t agree with church logics
They were prosecuted as witchcraft followers
Rumors of the New World Order as its call
About the Illuminati taking over the world
Was just to discredit the intelligent minds
And to stop then truth from being told
The Illuminati ceased to exist
After The Roman Catholic Church fall
Science could be pursued openly
And its finding can be reveal to all
The members of the illuminati at the time
Consist of the most brilliant minds in society
And the all swore to a life time of secrecy
Unlike these blabber mouths celebrities
Today we see a lot of fake groups
Claiming to be part of the illuminati
Rappers, singers, actors, and others
Claims to be part of this conspiracy
They say that the illuminati still exist today
Just to get you to believe it
So the more attention you give to them
It’s better for their financial benefit
The world has change so much today
Most people are free
Science and medical research
Is practice for betterment to humanity?
The animators of Walt Disney
Are using hidden sexual messages
And very hard to notice object
In movies that should of cause an outrage
But Because of the wealth and power of Disney
The news media don’t see the ripple in the wave
And that was never the intentions of Walt Disney
He must be rolling over in his grave
Yes the world is full of corruptions we know
But that doesn’t not mean the illuminati exist
As Simon cowell on American idol will say
To think that “is pure otter rubbish”
Witches motto is to do no harm to plants or animals
Ill understood they continue to positively garden and uplift
They were unfairly persecuted and prosecuted, murdered even
Christians bullied them, jealousy and fear determined their fate
Hysterical preteen accused the prettiest, eliminating competition
Every beautiful girl was in danger during this frenzied period of history
Still feel enraged and acute sadness when I drive through Salem.
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © October 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
All for the black liquid underground
Stealing riches fact to face
An elitist group of people
an illumatti condemns a nation falsely
without just cause or evidence
to back up actions or such vile deeds
against another race
Now for me that shades the colour
Shadows of their rotting souls hidden agendas
sending the rest of the world into chaos
creating hate and sickness when poverty stikes
speaks volumes to one's heart and soul
a disgrace to modern day democracy
going backwards
Shame on your war and genocide inflicted
Pride based on space filled with filthy lies
Sending hundreds of thousands to death
deceiving people in this modern day
Hitlers with blood on their hands
Justice has not been served
as the shoe is on the wrong foot
Bogus trials executing witnesses
Aired as snuff videos
A hanging barbaric truth
for a world to see the demon at work
Soldiers torturing prisoners and Rape
The break down of law and order in peace
They who should be prosecuted
under high treason nothing less
Facing the severest penalty
of this world and it's many lands
Countless women and children
have died at your ugly hands
Pride people of this modern world
see your weakness and beast
As suffering is continuing to grow
Envy and greed drives that engine
God is not your ambassador
Peace and love is truly understanding
When the good speak ugly about the bad
In looking upon abominations carried out