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.
Categories:
brigands, betrayal, christmas, evil, hate,
Form: Free verse
The weather is chill and pleasant
Diwali fervor is round the corner
Yet my soul is not in synch
My mind doesn’t budge to tyranny
Will there be a cracker of a time
When firecrackers are banished
No: age cannot wither her;
Nor custom stale; in her infinite glory
Goddess Lakshmi is supreme!
Despots on prowl for exploits
State in cahoots with alien drill
It isn’t the strength of enemy
It is about Hindu gone astray
Having an unholy union
Diwali is victory of good over evil
It is about destroying the wicked
It is against villains spewing venom
It dispels gloom and darkness!
The smoke from burning embers
In the stomach of a billion Hindu
Will soon balloon to a wrath
The impact of which will witness
“Narakasura” perishing soon
Satyabhama’s ire will cause fire.
Charred bodies will lay strewn
Casting ultimate indignity fo
vexatious brigands.
Diwali is the Festival of Lights
It is knowledge to counter ignorance
Diwali is a festival of hope and happiness
It rings in prosperity to all
A very colorful event that
Usher cheer in people’s life!
Categories:
brigands, anger, anti bullying, celebration,
Form: Ballad
Snapped down shirts, scuffed up boots
Puffing larger than life chests
Dime-store pokes, showing colors
Peacock struts and sailor jokes
Twangs from the jukebox
Begging for two-steps
Cheap draws flowing
Cue sticks chalked and
Propped on end.
Balls on the felt waiting to roll in corners
A quick spit, one more shot of Crow
Then eyeing, sizing, and circling like
Brigands in the woods,
Angling the bank, then with a bend
And swift slide of stick-
One stripe in the pocket
Quick tilt of hat, a strut and swell
Another snap-click and cue ball falls
Side glance and a snort
One quick shove and the gloves are off
Suds, fists, and blood
Well hell... Another good night ends with
"Last call for alcohol!"
Categories:
brigands, conflict, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Silence
is
The silent yet lousily kneading minds
To the quiescent stormy thought
Silent, yet choruses noiselessly on callused hands
Amen on the lips of pagan, frightened fingers at the feet of the tyrant
Silence speaks
The noiseful nudge,
Grenades in the grin
of errant unworthy fathers
What silence says is loud
Across the disappearing lawns of life
Mangled by few wayward clones
I hear from the distance
The laughter of once somnolent silence
as the land is baked stiff by brigands
Silence eternally shall crown their lust
In the abyss of thunderous lashes
Categories:
brigands, society,
Form: Free verse
Imagine ships glissading into harbour,
their masts scraping the sky, sails aloft,
billowy, like great bird wings fluttering.
Captains navigate their ships into port,
return voyages that crossed the seven seas,
riding the waves, north and south, east and west
from Jamaica to London to Timbuktu,
ship holds filled with bananas, sugar, rum
and molasses from sunny far-off lands.
Wives awaiting husbands’ safe return home,
pacing the widows walk, reading letters
sent months ago, hint of hardships and
menaces at sea that fuels anxiety:
imaginations run wild, spiralling –
fierce brigands besieging vessels at sea;
sudden squalls threaten ships, tossed to and fro,
waves like a leviathan, thrashes and roils,
wrecks run aground, pummelled by pounding surf.
Categories:
brigands, boat, history, sea,
Form: Free verse
They say that it’s smart, and ultimately wise,
for many passwords a person to devise,
to protect access and block meddling hands,
stopping those e-thieves and other brigands.
So I make up code words, a vast array,
I must use one hundred during the day,
mostly at work and definitely home,
and with the laptop wherever I roam.
I use variations from all seven children,
brothers and sisters, nicknames and given,
combinations of numerals important to me,
one that included a grand forty-three.
In the game rooms I’m studlymanone,
Though used awesomelovr for a short run.
Employed every pet name I’ve ever had,
Buttons, and Curly, and Slobberdogbad.
Some are so secret, I can’t tell you here,
and I change them, three times a year.
So now I’m safe and online protected,
any intrusion quickly detected.
But now I’m stalled like a morning commuter,
cause I forgot the code to unlock my computer!
Categories:
brigands, humor, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Just 'fore words formed inside my head
as my mother put me to bed
her sweet voice would rhyme to lull me
tales of children wild and misled.
Who ran and played and sang and danced
deep in teepees as in a trance.
Or climbing atop the walls of castles
dueled with broom stick used as lance.
The children’s hour was our time
to kiss and snuggle laugh and sigh.
And she taught me of Paul Revere
of his rushed ride with red coats nigh.
So many Longfellow tales told
of bold, real or imagined feats
that never did I want her voice
to stop or pause or to repeat.
Tennyson could tell a tale of
charging brigands in full retreat.
But, none could met the glory of
Longfellow’s stories so replete!
*Longfellow wrote Hiawatha, The Chidren's Hour, and Paul Revere's Ride
among dozens of other poem stories. In the 1920's children were taught
history through the use of poetry.
Categories:
brigands, adventure, caregiving, childhood, love,
Form: Quatrain
How will eyes take these sights of our page into your head...brimming us into shape,
Shapening us into a Perfect and Humble salient form,
We gave time for much Travel,Leisure and more of our attending grace,
Highands,No sights of second world war Brigands...Sahara,Sahel,Atacama and Two salient
hold downs.
The days are drawing nigh For Roman Ranks...Spartan hands...Laity of peace,
Those Jabociks,Bejovics,Seignors and Two plates of Mastedons,
All washed down with half a glass of strng "Jacob's Troubles-On-The-Rocks",
Is that my callup to a more Imperial post of 'Two Royal seats and a crown' How good how
Comely...let's thank God for his Awesomeness,His grace and In our life HIS Radiant FACE.
Nucleic fused words...Fragile was what they labeled it,
Agile was the very Verb your Human Monkeys use to keep guard on Earth's Territorial
Jagged Fronters,
Science and Ficton who endorsed the patent to Run-on two like..and Unlike poles.
The evident Race against a Heart's Pace.
Categories:
brigands, adventure, time, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Everyday of our no-stop lives we fail to see our fragility
We ignore the vulnerability of our world…living in sandcastles
Carefree and pompous we build our illusion with a grand vanity
Knowing the price but ignoring the danger…bucketing out sandcastles
Digging moats to keep problems out and fool our comforts blindly
Still we forget the cycle of tide approaching…that erodes away sandcastles
The waters crest upon our walls and devolve us all to our rudimentary
As we numbly stand watching the sea taunting…licking away sandcastles
With passing time the warring oceans recede her brigands hide away her spoils
The cycle completing the soft grains painted smooth…once holding sandcastles
Returning in number to re-polish the mirror that holds the negative and vein
With shovel in hand and a crass brazen will…rebuilding old sandcastles
At season approach the fury disregarded we admire our crayoned hard
landscapes
Destined for ruin with blind futility we keep building…unbalanced ever-yielding
sandcastles.
Categories:
brigands, history, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Marauding youth plundered,
briskly they moved eyes,thoughts and limbs,
from plot to plot,
they were keen only for kill,
doing such deeds,
they would be capable,
of leaving behind a good will,
the dream was distant,
but wherewithals instant,
they applied them really to full,
marauding youth plundered,
old and young alike,
they left a trail,
of crying,wailing and cheated,
but they never retreated,
never halted or even pulled,
their youth brigand,
ran full throttle,
and in the night,
sat holding choicest bottles,
they were no longer youths,
and had established,
their own plush booths,
now they slowed down,
sat in sitting rooms,
nipping cigars wearing evening gowns,
at nights they did not prowl,
and let their expensive pet dogs growl,
at newer youth brigades,
who had now taken over the night prowl.
Categories:
brigands,
Form: Free verse