Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.
I love fighters, who are not backstabbers,
I don't like haters or fake lovers,
I adore freedom fighters
As I abhor bullies and predators.
I love the underdog,
Who works smart, trains hard
And who fears neither fire nor fog.
That doesn't mean I like Mr. or Ms. Frog,
The one who will commit fraud
In order to win like a casuistic coward.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
casuistic, africa, devotion, dream, friend,
Form: Rhyme
Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.
I love fighters, who are not backstabbers,
I don’t like haters or fake-lovers,
I adore freedom fighters
As I abhor bullies and predators.
I love the underdog,
Who works smart, trains hard
And who fears neither fire nor fog.
That doesn’t mean I like Mr. or Ms. Frog,
The one who will commit fraud
In order to win like a casuistic coward.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
casuistic, anti bullying, black african
Form: Rhyme
Before The Blacktop Ends
David J Walker
The world wends
And extends
A mile or two before
The blacktop ends
It ends in dust
It ends in rust
Transcends the trust of
Casuistic treasures
It measures miles
It humors trials
And tempers time
And fills the files
With pleasures
Only pleasures
And clings to things
Familiar
Before the blacktop ends
Categories:
casuistic, allegory, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold
Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold
My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands
Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands
A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked
Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked
What with erasers missing and forever low on toner ink
It's a wonder the poetic process has not driven me to drink!
Categories:
casuistic, poetry, satire,
Form: Rhyme