TRUMP SMIRKS CARNEY WORKS
CARNEY WILL NOT DEAL WITH JERKS
AND TRUMP IT DOES IRKS
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things bad and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Whimsical mushrooms had a glow that lit up the sky
How did you get this way? Asked a passing butterfly.
They had no answer, born with this amazing gift.
Some people tried to pick a fight, but they let irritation drift.
Their mother had told them, don’t let bullies suck you in
If they get you angry or crying, they will take the “win”.
Act like you do not care and promptly skip away.
She had to teach them to do this and did so that very day.
" Bullies"
Always the loudest of them all.
Bullies
Are cowards who chooses their words to hurt.
Bullies
Loves to pick on those,
who are younger and have less than them
You Bullies,
Don't think that you all; can come for me !
You see, I know just to handle all of you.
now we call them thugs
they used to be hoods or hooligans
home invasions are their new playgrounds
selfish narcissistic dangerous creeps
no matter what we call them
bedraggled beetle-headed Beelzebub befuddles,
bullies, beguiles, backward blustery birdbrain blockheaded
bigots. Boisterously building up these bold-faced blowhards,
bamboozling them into bee-brained befuddlements.
The sun mounts over crumpled roofs and streets,
Beats from machetes and trombones disconcerts the air,
Brides and husbands-to-be bosa nova where joy and gossip meet.
Little ones run run past stalls,their joy sharp as knives,
Grandmas share gossip,drinking Joko Tea in chirped mugs.
While dear uncles sway,remembering old wasted lives
Smog billows from grills where meat roasts and fry,
Fires burn,mixing ululations and cheer,
Even the emaciated township dog pauses,ears to the sky.
Hubands-to-be jive,hats tilted,praising feats of might;
Ladies-in waiting in skirts that sparkle under sun.
Every furtive glance a nod and a story of delight.
As night comes,lanterns flicker in houses and alleys;
Music is tender,hearts stay buoyed and awake-
In hoboland love and joy endure amidst the pain.
There once was a place soupers called PS
Forgive me if I sound a bit too superc-i-l-i-o-u-s
Bloggers delight with fisticuffs
at spiteful bullies bogus bluffs
One day gone, none got along, all unscrupulous!
Delete them at first, what they falsely implore
Seems one can’t hash it out with an execrator
Or block the gates
of those old reprobates
And poof all gone, it’s what buttons are for!
This might be barbaric of me to say
But I don’t like those who have to have their way
Grown up bullies who yell “you’re fired and such”
Misogynist pigs who are simply out of touch
There are people
In this world who
Think that they can
Do whatever they want and
Not be held accountable
For it, but guess what
Their day is coming
Lemon lips with sour words
Meant to clip wings of birds
Don’t be changed by the game
Press on the same use your brain
Keep your walk just as tall
Even if you fall roll like ball
Get your footing stand again
Be who you are all is God’s plan
Bullies come and bullies go
Don’t be afraid to rock and roll
You stand up so they put you down
All eyes see who is the real clown
So if you’re in a hard place
Remember that you are not a mistake
Courage is real and that’s what it takes
To live authentic within God’s grace
Violet violent voice
As if you have no choice
You choose to be mean and demeaning
Then don’t understand
Heavy hands that wave screaming
Your cancerous mouth shouts
Cursing screaming and loud
As if you have a lift to be
Better than a higher power cloud
You can not be loving
And hurtful at the same time
You are not helping with words unkind
Truth can be spoken without razor words
Cutting the white wings of black bird
Verbal abuse is harder to prove
For gaslighting fighting is so rude
One day you will be old and gray
With only your words to light your day
Don’t be that old one who is alone
With wicked words black and strong
Like cold old coffee in a cup chrome
No love for bullies in the retirement home
Bullies
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound
In schools, institutions, and in businesses,
Who create ruckuses that serve no purpose
But to show passionless feelings of meanness,
Filled with vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
In schools, institutions, and in businesses.
Indifferent to others, they harass and fight,
Irresponsible for the scars they impart
Through their vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
Employing words and actions to poison hearts
And disrupt the flow of cordial interactions,
Irresponsible for the hurt they impart.
Temper-tantrum clods using intimidation
Who are conceited, narcissistic, and deranged,
Disrupting the flow of cordial interactions.
From the cradle to the grave, they seldom change;
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound,
Conceited, narcissistic, vain, and deranged,
And create ruckuses that serve no purpose.
Never let anyone binge
Their hate around--making you cringe
Do not listen to the hate
Because it is pure and straight
Nonsense coming from mouths so loud
As a group of the in crowd
Shows how stupid cruel can be
Their living in a fantasy
Thinking the hoop-la their creating
Is OK--but please keep waiting
For a time they'll start to fizzle
From all the love that we drizzle
On top of an earth that needs
All the sweetness to succeed
In our choice to realize
Bullies--no matter what size
can be brought down--falling fast
This harmfulness will not last
When strongly we can stand
Heart to heart it will be grand
To see a bully free place
Non hatred will be the grace
Accomplishing a simple task
Please answer this quest I ask
Yes, I know fetid air has been filtering in
Everyone around chokes on the stench,
sour gin disguised as sweet words
from the mouth of the depraved, loving sin
one can never smother foul barnyard scents
It would take a thousand fragrant candles
to burn the donkey's ass
and get rid of the offensive odor and smelly gas
I sincerely wish this community
could become a site with more class
Will the rancid winds change direction
so the fumes of cow dung
stink up another pasture?
Something needs a serious correction
so, the sweet scent of roses once more
permeates the garden of poetry
poets dancing in harmony galore
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