Amid the chorus of guns and bullets
And the thunder of heavy bombardments
A nightingale calls for daybreak
Its song of war keeping me awake.
Amid the whistle of pistols
And the whine of missiles
A child breaks into a smile
Reminding the world to be happy.
Amid the scenes of rotting corpses
And the ruins of decayed lands
A flower lovingly blooms
Revealing the beauty of nature's resilience.
This is the peace amid war
A truth we foolishly ignore
Instead, we chase after hollow ambitions
Even at the cost of cherished traditions.
Relaxed, refreshed
by a buoyant spring day
Buds, blossoms, blooms give way
to bombs, to bombardments
far, far away
This is war
Babies just got killed
No justice
For the innocents
Deadly bombs
Blood throughout the streets
Criminals
Are ubiquitous
Poor babies
Are executed
What a shame
The truth is handcuffed
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
North and South
No justice
West and East
There’s no peace
And yes, no justice
Bloody streets
Civilians are killed
No cease fire
Stop the injustice
The devils
Are roaming the streets
Bombardments
Are ubiquitous
Where is God
In this brouhaha?
Stop fooling
The whole universe
Stop the lies
No democracy
It doesn’t rhyme
With evil
But hypocrisy
Does not rhyme
Either with Hell
Stolen land
Is not an award
A reward
Is complicated
We want
Everlasting peace
By no means.
Copyright© January, 2024, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
In countless countries, civilians are apprehended en masse
They are under sporadic and constant bombardments
Brigands violate the rules and the Ten Commandments.
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
They are under sporadic or constant bombardments
Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Bandits violate the rules and the Ten Commandments
In countless countries, citizens are incarcerated en masse
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
As the bombardments
are increasing in Gaza
614 innocent palestinian children
and 370 women alredy passed on.
Do you think International Criminal Court Juges
will arrest Benjamin Netanyahu for crimes
against humanity?
Do Palestinians consider to be human beings
It the eyes of some owners of this World?
Why injustice?
Why arrogance?
Why pride of being untouchable?
some people always forget the time of trouble.
there were some biblical cruel kings who cried day
and night when they saw double trouble.
What about these cruel leaders of these days?
Will they live ,
living
and
living ,
and not cry
Crying one day?
Will they continue to kill
Killing
and killing innocent people every day?
It is said," the robber days are forty."
October 14/2023
Men and boys answered the call
Some returned home, others did fall
Young volunteers' thought an adventure it would be
Older ones joined up to defend their country.
Constant bombardments' all night and all day
No place to hide, they just had to stay
Stuck in the trenches with mud knee deep
Explosion's and gunfire, no chance could they sleep.
Some were injured and they sent them away
Others not so lucky and they died that day
Conditions were atrocious, with fire and rain
With disease and vermin adding to their pain.
Freedom they bought us but paid a heavy price
And they'd do it again, they wouldn't think twice
But we live in a land now that's happy and free
And we remember the sacrifice they gave for their country.
The invisible war, cataclysmic bombardments of frequencies,
digital layers, decrypted upon logical analysis with ease.
The spectrum of light, manipulated by the thoughts of man,
equations designed to deliver calculated back up plans.
Through the silence of high speed bandwidths and fiber optical illusions,
your choice to connect is the assumption of your conclusions.
Underground cables, run deep under the sea floor,
transferring ones and zeros faster than anyone has told you before.
Take a piece here and take a piece there, add up the analysis,
invisible implementations can cause visible paralysis.
Encrypted ciphers, kept under lock and key,
don’t look at them as they are, but as they could be.
Sixty-four, one twenty eight, two fifty six, and one thousand twenty four,
we can only learn what they tell us after the cyber war.
Life will go on, the digital Gods will need it,
that is exactly how it goes, the cyber war secret.
God do you see me for who I am?
Why do I have to constantly prove myself
To you?
Why do you nitpick so much?
Why do you correct me so much?
I can’t deal with constant bombardments God
I am human
And I will make mistakes
I will know that I do something wrong
As soon as I did it
So God I don’t want you to make me pay for it
That is the same thing as saying
You are that and now you pay
Whatever God
I don’t know what You are going to do
But I hope you know the person I am
Deep down
Because I am not going to fight with You God
I am tired
And whatever
I have a secret hidden vault
With weapons that can assault
Anybody who won't learn
If you try to hurt and turn
Hearts into sad painful things
I'll go postal and will bring
You worse sorrow than you dish out
Cause my life is all about
Making sure there's no neglect
From the world showing respect
To others who they pass by
It just make me sad and cry
When I see a world so scary
Leaving hearts and souls so weary
When they listen to the racist
Comments that are getting basic
And used way to much and often
They need putting in a coffin
With other judgmental types
That is wrong and so not right
No one should make fun of those
Who always get a daily dose
Of hurtful and rude comments
Being hated with bombardments
Of words that tear them apart
What happened to peoples hearts
So many mission will go on
Till everybody gets along
And there's not one more tear shed
Just smiles and joy ahead
My Son Kidnapped
My story is thee only one I needed to write
one year In captivity underground me and my son
days passed by we were prevented of food & water
bombardments outside were heard, suddenly a militia ran towards my son kidnapped him to be killed running after him screaming his name I knelt to pray
Oh my God without him I will die show him the way to come back
sleeping on the floor one night I heard him call my name I knew he came
we held each other tight our tears had no end.
5/1/13
Therese Bacha
Bricks from blood, bricks from the flood of Earth's mud,
bricks of clay, turf bricks, stone bricks, flesh bricks,
all shaped, treated and wrought in the furnace of Will,
texture of brick varies by material & method like animal behavior
projected to achieve certain results,
sometimes bricks are smooth or polished
or rough & pocked,
I have cracked bricks, large and small ones,
red & brown, white, black & beige ones,
some keep strong for eons,
some flake or crumble from weathering or ineptitude
some bricks I replace, some I repair or salvage
as birds reconstruct nests
ravaged by the tumult of atmosphere,
these bricks have personality, vitality, loyalty,
my bricks do not always withstand Life's bombardments
but they do serve their purposes,
I will survive where Jerhico, Constantinople, Berlin & Hiroshima ashed,
hut & hovel I have been,
pyramid & palace too,
a bakery, butcher's shop, and Baron's bastion,
a bunker and a boarding school,
always it is me,
a shelter of creativity -
J.A.B.
the moon’s sunny teeth
greeting
the elder’s
receding feet –
just on the thresh-hold
of the god’s bolted
wheels
our laughters shall out-wit
the crocodile weeping
over crude bombardments –
for blood –
o, blood! our kins’
blood must flows?
and whole clans
must dance naked
into some sudden eternity?
the priest
and the maidens
go afloat –
o, they go afloat
this niger’s torrent!
they go afloat
bearing their wearisome
oblations
in vain appeasement
of returning angels.