Jimmy Doyle Wright
Born: 7/29/1948 Died: 4/4/2016
By Tom Wright
Jim was a loving husband, father, and brother,
who will be remembered by most for his wit.
Jimmy’s life began like a breeze
whispering through thirsty grass,
and terminated like a wagon wheel
that was two years dry of grease.
Warring with death, he became,
battled hardened as a Bois d’arc tree.
The bloodier his prognosis became,
the more abundant were his sharks.
Not once did his witticism submit to pain,
nor did he lose faith as he battled.
But when time runs out clock hands stop,
all things, too soon, come to an end.
2nd Timothy 4:7
Jim has plowed his field,
and now his harness hangs in the barn.
Tom
Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to murder
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let’s swear not to have a darn one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions.
Copyright February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All Right Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Jimmy Doyle Wright
Born: 7/29/1948 Died: 4/4/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
Jim was a loving, husband, father, and brother;
Who will be remembered by most for his wit.
Jimmy’s life began like a breeze
Whispering through thirsty grass,
And terminated like a wagon wheel
That was two years dry of grease.
Warring with death, he became,
Battle hardened as a Bois d’arc tree;
The bloodier his prognosis became,
The more abundant were his sharks;
Not once, did his witticism submit to pain,
Nor did he lose faith as he battled.
But when time runs out clock hands stop,
All things, too soon, come to an end.
* 2nd Timothy 4:7
Jim has plowed his field
And now his harness hangs in the barn.
Tom
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
Do you know, static clocks move faster than moving clocks?
Do you know, silence is not the best response to a fool?
Do you know, a man is also a woman?
Do you know, snakes don't like to bite?
Do you know, monkeys hate banana trees?
Did you know Africans loved being colonised?
But do you know, every African is autonomous by nature?
Did you know, freedom is not free at all?
I'm sure you know that blood is ticker than water.
But do you know love is bloodier than blood?
Written October 30th, 2018.
5/3/17
The world getting hungrier
Times getting uglier
And bloodier
Compared to animals, have people always been nuttier?
Needs growing
And greed showing
Far from easy going
Regardless of what you read and are knowing
Better keep going
Above and underneath the counter
The pursuit of power
Each and every second, minute and hour
Resources being sought out and devoured
Has it always been this way
Who is to say?
At a high frequency
Since the beginning so much secrecy
And not nearly enough decency
As the scales often tipped unevenly
Continually tilting
Near or far, above within and below any building
Who cares if it was thrilling
Too much senseless killing
It's beyond bone chilling
By: Dalton Ogletree
Once upon a time we were falling in love
Now you look down from up above
Once I was as free as a dove
Now I sit alone in this dark conner
Friends turned to strangers, loner
My heart does not work, and there is no suitable donner
My tears for you have put out my hearts fire
You no longer sit and stoke my hearts pire
You were the conductor of my heart's choir
No more concerts or melodies,
can't harmonize.
My tears are as numerous as the stars
You inquire about my heart, I have locked it behind bars.
All these thought come to mind, New scars.
Deeper, bloodier, cry harder.
The seven seas can not contain tears
nor soothe my fears,
of living a live without your caresses
AND now, I can only think as I watch you sink to the floor:
Four feet, we could of been four
Five feet, only had to wait five weeks more
Six feet, and once more my tears pour
Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough
We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this
As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present
We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation
Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici.
The queen has acted impetuously.
Thousands have died because of her demands.
Witness her red bloodstained hands.
A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation.
Instead, there is death and devastation.
She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation.
It started with an attempted assassination.
An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny.
He led the Huguenot protestant party.
Catherine took some Machiavellian action.
She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction.
There had been widespread death throughout the land before.
Peace brought an end to civil war.
Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre.
Once again, hostility permeated the air.
Killing spread from Paris to the countryside.
In just a few months, thousands had died.
No bloodier episode had ever been seen.
The culpable party was the evil queen.
I thank Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
now captive of the Internet
a junta's brutality is beset
captured for the world to see
the batoned beating of democracy
North East Africa, it can't be claimed
to solely fill this role of shame
but now viral bits are flying 'round
protesting people's being beaten down
women the circumference of the world
are persecuted for their gender's creation
cell cameras will, a new day herald
responsive answers from caring nations
people can be beaten and put down
forced to some savage submission
but what goes 'round comes 'round
violence begets, of its own volition
Mohandas lead too, where many follow
the harder, bloodier road of peace
declarations of change only ring hollow
when silenced by some thought police
© Goode Guy 2011-12-22
http://www.npr.org/blogs/pictureshow/2011/12/21/144098384/the-girl-in-the-blue-bra
Standing that morning at that Lexington field
Not knowing what drama the day would yet yield
When off to my right rang the shot of a gun
I knew that this dreaded war had just begun
No one knowing who had shot first
This day would go down in history as being one of the worst
Stumbling my way threw the gray smoky haze
Everyone looking like their in a daze
Brothers and friends lying dead on the ground
And i know that bloodier days are still yet bound
From demanding England, America has just tore
For that first shot has just begun the Revolutionary War