An ambition to spread a message to exist in a self loving state
Manifesting joy let all anger abate
Bring about cohesion everyone's my best mate
Initiate much laughter each day i navigate
Take every opportunity to love a fellow man not castigate
Introduce a code of truth not one full of hate
Open the heart messages from God will satiate
Nourishment of the soul it's never too late
I’ve let this fester far too long
Now’s the time to come out strong
Those who castigate Israel for her punishing counterattack
who would leave Hamas to make an ‘October 7-style’ comeback
They* support monstrous barbarians:** indecent, immoral and no-good
intent on slaughtering every living Jew ~ if they** only could
________________________________________________________________________
* Those who castigate Israel
** HAMAS
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)
Common sense
for some not any
TDS afflicts so many.
Perhaps a day
a light turns on
illuminates why you are wrong!
What MAGA means
not pejorative,
make great this country
where we do live.
The Fires
Miracle Man
1/9/2025
After every catastrophy we investigate,
seeking individuals in charge to castigate.
It doesn’t matter the person's position or name,
satisfaction always comes from merely placing blame.
Blame will always come first, then second, finding the cause,
relentlessly we attack seemingly without pause.
We do our duty singing another verse of blues,
without taking one step in the other person’s shoes.
I wish I was a manly man, a poor man’s money monger,
Making war and living for the day when I was stronger,
Many men are making more than millionaires can squander,
Many more are sick and sore but out the door they wander.
What is practicality but just a word for sorrow,
What you spend is sure to end but not before you borrow,
Healthy femininity is bought for recreation,
Wealthy masculinity is not my new creation.
Failing men are sailing when they celebrate a brother,
Sailing men are failing when they castigate each other,
What you see is what you get when you are late to linger,
Lesser men are glad to get the gate of every swinger.
Toxic masculinity is not a match for mating,
Logic is formality but not for salivating,
Sonic sensibility is sleeping with a lover,
Chronic femininity is keeping under cover.
When I open my mouth
Bats emerge
or worse, or better
What more can be said
How much more to know
To share, to oversimplify
Borders, places
That feel familiar, but not
My story
My language, my beliefs
But not my place
The stories that
Illustrate
Castigate
And just wander
In normal conversations
Ordinary paradoxes
Of those who are
Asking for help
Looking for
Dignity
Place
Something ordinary
Why I Love Writing Poetry?
Did I mean why I love writing poems?
Nevertheless, I love writing poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, make others happy,
Inspire and defend others; to fan the flames
Of fairness, and to seek justice, fairness for the weak,
The innocents, the underprivileged, and the sick;
I can go on and on until I lose consciousness.
I love expressing myself with elegance and neatness.
Ordinary jerks always make fun of the Poets, that's not new;
And the Poets know darn well how to take care of them too.
Poets have thick skin; they are Heroes without fears.
They struggle, fight, write, raise hell and wipe their tears.
Sorry, if I am going astray, that's what I do best,
Sometimes, like any human being, I like to make a mess.
That's why I love writing essays, poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, and to make others happy.
At the same time, I want others to criticize, and castigate.
I make my own decisions, and can determine my own fate.
Poets have thick skin, and by nature have no fears.
Please swallow your frown, your smile, and wipe your tears.
Hebert Logerie Monday, January 26, 2015
A giver also lack
The rain don't rain all the time
The days are not always bright
Despite the sea never dry
Yet troubles never end
So dont cast me out
If I can't show you love
Remember
The rain don't fall all the time
Sometimes my roof is dry
Sometimes my pocket are fewer
Sometimes I can't manage to give
the way you suppose
Sometimes
A giver also lack
A giver also lack
You castigate me cos you feel
Am poor
Thinking that life has knock me off my track
You lost respect cos of money
Bad things are good sometimes
Cos when the going goes tough
Then you can see who is really
A true friend
The wise say true friend are precious
They are a gift to humanity
With this hard times I realized this
Words are true
It not fair to realize how
You can lose the ones you love
Cos they choose benefits over you
The king announced he might abdicate,
but first his enemies he would castigate.
He thought slowly and did concentrate
before he sought them to intimidate.
His comely wife he did adulate.
He did not wish to deprecate
her reputation so he did hesitate,
himself or her, to incriminate.
She had no thought to duplicate,
no desire at all to replicate
and he was willing to extricate
himself from the desire to procreate.
His enemies ready to infiltrate,
he sought the wisdom to meditate
on how he might obdurate
and keep his kingdom inviolate.
My beliefs may be alien to you
I’ve heard it said that I’m a crazy ol’ kook,
And I admit it, sometimes I deserve a boo,
But I must tell you, I do not deserve a rebuke.
My beliefs are as valid as yours
Since no one knows all the answers to life,
We know so little, even after cosmic tours
Disputation often arouses too much strife.
So, why castigate those who are different
Is it that we fear those who are not like us?
Think carefully before becoming a dissident
And try not to throw anyone under the bus!
Written September 29, 2022
Unadulterated social illness
follows outbreaks of mental mania.
We stagger after each crazy outbreak
make firm resolutions and plans
nothing helps.
Causes are multifactual, faceted,
it's all very complex and multi-actual.
Psychotic instances bloom
some are dead by noon.
Pontificating politicians
bark impolite, condemn
and castigate
but it all has the feeling
of being far too late.
America has blown its brains out;
death is getting old
some are looking for the gun,
some reload.
The writer in me captures mind images
Arranging them neatly onto the page,
Becoming intriguing creative assemblages
Some are joyful, some are filled with rage.
Especially when I have lost my self-control
I find myself responding quite unrelenting,
Most times my words are meant to console
Other times I will write a verse dissenting.
What I pen is never intended to castigate,
Though I do not hesitate to respond in kind
When I am responding to a mean reprobate
Then, I seldom hesitate to speak my mind.
written November 5, 2021
Never throw a tirade at a parade,
Or castigate a wealthy profligate
Do not endanger the park ranger,
Or roller skate at the Watergate
Careful always to recoup the poop,
One never ever makes a group
Expect the worst if lips are pursed,
Avoid, if possible, being coerced
And always assemble yourself
Before sitting on the top shelf.
written July 28, 2021
Had it been for the rolling ball
Elegantly you would slot with no shortfall
Artistically you play with hearts
Reaping a bumper to fill your huts
Teaming up for other minds; hurts.
Playing for thy lust wound to stitch,
Isolate everlasting harm on the pitch
Eschew a hit from the gun
Rather than chewing the lethal gum,
Castigate their state of illusion
Igniting flashing lights of vision
Nurture living minds to be broad
Gather them till they see the road.
Prick thyself on skin
Leave and do to a pumpkin
Agitate if you feel the pain
Yet to me you leave infatuation stain.
Emancipate self from storms of mischief
Re-embark on strategies to combat grief
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