TRUMP IS SUCH A CHILD
IRAN MEETS TRUMP THREATS GO WILD
GETTING IRAN RILED I DON’T KNOW WHY
A false sense of pride born out of
Tearing down the weak is no panacea
For internal emptiness; a fervent prayer
To God, I do suggest, to help reconstruct
All that is broken within you, maybe then,
You'll find the road to true happiness.
I've seemed to have grown old.
That's what I'm told.
Always have I been tough.
,maybe at times rough.
Last few months of my life.
Strife.
Being pushed around.
But I refused to make a sound.
Refused to bow.
I really don't know how..
Everyday
I tried to stay out of his way.
Who could I tell.
I'd just say I fell.
Hated to go out.
I knew he'd shout.
A young man is he.
And I'm just me.
Nobody could see.
What could I say.
I'm told to walk the another way.
Seemed no one would believe.
Made my heart grieve.
Waiting for me in my yard.
Harassing me so hard.
Getting were I could take no more.
Couldn't even leave my door..
I didn't wish to appear weak.
But it was me he would seek.
How horrible he would speak.
Please set me free.
Just let me be.
I am done.
You won.
Then a shadow walks by.
I could almost cry.
There stood my son.
And for once I won.
He layed him out.
Hope to shout.
For so long.
This man has done me wrong.
I don't like to fight.
My son made everything right.
Rushing toward me were specks of white
I saw it was a trio of ghosts as they came into sight
I turned and ran so fast I left my legs behind
These three began laughing at me, they were not so kind.
We were kids
That took the low road
Growing up
On the edge
Of the sword
Bullying other school kids
And breaking the rules
It was dark
Cold-hearted pursuit
To cause pain
To these kids
Stealing their lunchtime monies
Homework, clothes, and shoes
Like puppets
Stripped of dignity
Their strings pulled
And life's tugged
They followed that lowest road
Throughout that sixth grade
They shoplift
Stole fishing hooks for the hood
Rods and reels
Food and snacks
And condoms just for practice
Their faces were sad
Years later
Gray, old, and dusty
I ask why
What reason
Was there to tear on their youth
And leave this world scarred
connie pachecho
3/17/26
Oh March
You subtle bully
Boisterously stiffening flags to attention
Tipping your hat to those chasing theirs
Making wind chimes of dangling diamonds
Hiding in the wooly warmth of your alter ego
Soft sun on crisping snow
The trickle of laughter beneath it
A jaunty Jonquil ready to declare its claim
Ah, March
The last of Winter’s lover’s
Seeking a gentle way to exit
While slamming the frosty gate
In “love’s” painful howl
As April’s smiling hope
Draws you closer
…To Spring
Is it complete oblivion or ignorance
Perhaps total arrogance or self absorption
Or maybe just plain stupidity!
That you are so completely unaware
Due to your belittling sarcastic words
YOU are the actual bully!
Nobody does something for nothing
Everybody expects something in return
If he doesn’t receive the prize, he will snatch the land
If he gives you something, he quickly extends his left hand
To grab or pilfer something in return
It’s dark, please turn on the lantern
An eye for an eye, an eye for a nose
To tell the truth, my friends, nobody knows
What the heck is going on
Piracy is a fantastic weapon
No prize, no land
No money, no band
No oil, no freedom
No fun, no gum
No kiss, no honey
No hugs, no money
Everybody wants something in return
It’s nighttime, please light the lantern.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Another year came and went
now were still here
with the same president
not a brand new one
but still the old one
re-done
but one who doesn’t
represent the will
of his constituents
I’d call him a bully
a liar
a thief
but that would be
a compliment
Bully
The grade school bully
Twas so fiersome
Til the scrawny
Lad came home
To show his daddy
His bruises gruesome
The two by four itchy
To be applied to the dome
Of the bully
Not so fiersome
Going about sully
With a cap for a crown
Shape shifters come in all shape and form.
Politicians are naturals of course
Smiling and promising one thing
Then delivering quite another.
Then there are con artists and scammers
Taking advantage of the naive
And innocent at least if only once.
Then there’s those like my neighbor
Who’s nothing more than a welfare rancher
Taking funds from a do-gooder land trust NGO
Ostensively to keep his lands whole.
Appearing on the outside a good old boy
But really just another scamming thief
Feeling entitled to whatever he can take
Such as a small sliver of my land
For some reason fenced inaccurately long ago.
In this particular case the law isn’t on his side
But that doesn’t matter
In his desire to be right,
Uphold the bizarre tradition of adverse possession
And bully his way to some who knows what end
To who knows whose advantage.
The thing about shape shifters is just that,
They shift and change
So can only be trusted to be untrustworthy.
It’s good to know though
Caveat emptor
They can be anywhere, and dangerous
Especially when least expected.
(11/14/25)
Oh, love, you fragile bully
beguiling us with rumors of your need
to be replenished
but from where.
Must I become an emptied vessel
Or a vibrant voice
Your unwavering instrument
Channeling an unheard mantra
Am I not besieged by love’s presence
Soft words that linger on a mist
The whispered wonder of friendship
Time’s riotous roar slowly passing
But you dear love
You intangible tyrant
Do not rule
But invite
Both loved and unloved
To conspire in attempts to be
Your touch, your soul,
Your voice, a prayer
Been coughing lately out of breath with regrets
Asthma? Emphysema? Bully pest upsets
My arms akimbo
at foul passing nimbo
Suffering succotash, I need a cigarette!
Practice what you preach
Often comes to mind
When the holier than thou
Preach of goodness and kind
Get off your soapbox
Stop attempting to teach
Look inward and be truthful
Then practice what you preach
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