Bluffers Poems | Examples


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Premium Member I Will Not Vote

Yes, I will certainly vote
But I won’t vote for liars
I will not vote for backstabbers
I will not vote for dictators
I will not vote for traitors
I will not vote for murderers
I will not vote for bad politicians
I will not vote for magicians
I will not vote for fake Christians
I will not vote for draft dodgers
I will not vote for gangsters
I will not vote for bluffers
I will not vote for pirates
I will not vote for any inmates
I will not vote for tyrants
I will not vote for corrupt giants
Yes, I will definitely vote
I will vote today for truth tellers
I will vote for no mother flowers.

Copyright © November 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Premium Member Lifes Mysteries

Life gives us no clue about our purpose
In its midst, it gives us no answers
Forcing us all to tune our vibe to its focus,
Easily lying to ourselves, as if we were bluffers
Somehow trying to believe in it being our

Master, having us always knelt down 
Yearning for some luck at every hour
So that we do rub off our faces, that frown,
That same which is always there, as if tattooed
Ever ready to shed upon us downpours of calamities
Ringing always with the bells of death, so unvalued
In essence yet, bearing with life, so many similarities
Especially there where it pertains to the veil
Shielding from us the ability to understand where we hail!

Written on 26th Dec 2020

Poster Child

Through hell and blows by the hammer of life 
             you bounced back
             Nothing will undo you again
             only make you stronger and more whole

             Easy street poster child
             Hype's the bluffers decoy by those who haven't lived  
             Blindfolded in their self-deception  
             They remain juvenile - raw and without form

            Caterpillar entombed...... doomed never to crown butterfly 
            Spared the panel-beater's hammer, they lie idly parked  
            gathering dirt, rusting and decaying 
 
            The hammer's blows iron out our crudeness
            and refine us into bright sparkling diamonds for the roles
            we star in life, until we are immune to the hammer's slight knocks,  
            scrapes and scratches - bulletproof


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