Each drop hits the floor
swirling black puddles to grey.
Second nature tears
fade into our troubled past.
At last it’s out of the bag.
So spent with relief,
why do my lips hurt so much?
I crave mystery,
that hook of every plot twist.
Your treachery was intense.
Splatter paints the roads
making our initials dance.
The rain knew our names
had become a silhouette
entangled with high crimes.
Crimes of the heart
Crimes in the heart
“Crimini del cuore”
“Crimini nel cuore”
No one sees
No one sentences
Silent crimes
Perpetual
Forever
In sleep
In waking
Killing life
Annihilating
Choked children
Strangled strangers
Protected land of death
No betrayal
No remainders
Tricks of life
Love’s rejection
Death
The final unending protection
I want to be like a spirit free
Of hazel hypocrisy like helium
Blowing up egos and
Puffing up chests
I want to be more but I am not
Born in sin of faulty men
And women who love them
Until they don’t
Then the scales fall from their eyes
Wails build walls tall and emphasized
Love is a crime of passion
Cranberry flavored and rationed
To the green eyed monsters of envy
Seeking what they think is romanticism
Reeling after a taste of pickled realism
For to cherish truly is to sacrifice
Thinking acting in the interest of
Lover despite all the cherry challenges
Keeping vows weathering clouds
With a lavender lyric hidden in heart
I watch the amazing feat of such beauty
And respect realizing I may never really
Destroy the thorns around my red heart
That I’ve decorated and celebrated as
Amethyst art
I am cowardly set in my own ways
A phantom of licorice streets old days
Freely loving old roses pressed pages
For they speak to a heart of safe places
Memories sweet as marmalade
It used to be called the U.S. Department of Defense,
even in the Cold War days when things were very tense.
But now its been changed to the Department of War.
Can someone please explain to me what the hell for?
Well, we certainly live in interesting times.
Some say it should now be the "Department of War Crimes"!
The HippoPOTUS claims to be a man of peace.
Meanwhile, we pray for his brutality to cease.
He has repeatedly shown that he deserves no peace prize,
with his declarations both impudent and unwise.
Epstein's boys club
Mossads black mail list
Trumps buddies
Netanyahu's whores
no morality
example's so shameful here
Mr. Zionist
rants of hate
disguised as depression of tears
the supreme court of perverts
rules guilty
as charged
not so cunning after all
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear gas, pellet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs; the world falls apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices go unheard
Wishes fade and blur
Every heart has become a graveyard
Sweet melodies step down
As Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed away
By the deluge of tears
The soul of Humanity becomes a prey
To the endless wild forest of wars
While atrocities have robbed
Jaws of their smiles...
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yes, perhaps for you,
For you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Oceans of blood,
barren trees, burnt houses,
Tear-filled eyes, and shattered bodies.
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place!
Yet, our only home,
Our only hope....
Money for nothing
your genocide is free
we send the cash
you do the crimes
Americans kept dumb
no healthcare
no education
no food for the poor
cogs in the wheels of despair
so they never see
the slaughter against humanity
the Zionists running free
A lovely beach down under
where evil Zionists faced the lords thunder
IDF soldiers dancing with Satan
Rabbis kissing bombs
and wishing onto children their deviations
the Avenger brought justice
for those vaporized by Zionists
as humans they simply disgust us
God promised them nothing
other than shame
evil as this must burn in flames
Now in the Good ol US of A
where slavery they loved forever and a day
Bondi is evil, her morals on display
a woman protecting men in power
who rape and abuse
then blind justice will excuse
I have to wonder
how many Zionists
fund her
or bugged her
Its funny, comedic in fact
to see those who think they have morals
yep
let me be clear
its not complicated
like it wasn't complicated with the Nazis
If you support Israel and Zionism
you have no morals
poets of ill repute
to you I puke
Epstein and Netanyahu
if those two arouses you
maybe move to Israel
with the rest of them
Have a happy birthday party
to the vigilantes of Israel
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.
Evangelicals of the Golden Coin
hypocrites in every way
every hour of every day
the slaughter and starvation of children
as long as its not their own
they rise up and sing, the others
they deserve it!
colonizers are always right
the oppressed and poor
simply cobble stones to walk over
singing Christmas carols with eggnog
while bombs fall on little children
I want to throw up, sorry
I am disgusted
as would be little Tiny Tim
A Quiet Soul — in Ordered Speech —
Unnerved — by Loud Accuse —
Stood trembling — where the Gavel fell —
A Life — they could not use —
For Minds that move in Gentle Lines —
Are strange to Courts of Noise —
Where Power plays its Shadowed Game —
And Terror steals my Voice —
The Bench — a solemn Citadel —
Yet cold — when Truth is near —
Its sentries knowing Innocence —
Encouraged by my Fear —
Cynthia Heir— with A Paper bag—
The jury never Saw —
The subtle Signs — my Rising Pulse —
Without Integrity —
And so — the Heart — to End the Pain —
Would bow to any Word —
A Plea — became their Refuge then —
And Justice was Denied —
But still — the Soul — so bruised by them —
Retains its quiet Flame —
Where God — and Truth — and Inner Light —
Outshine the Courts through Him —
Marching for the Zionists
Goyim following the orders
of the superior race
death to the enemy they instill in you
as they laugh through their noses
watching you die among their enemies
two birds with one stone
Satan's chosen ones
Everything above
Jesus condemned
be Jesus
Zionists have not stopped
more dead babies
more bombed villages
more starving children
weather and food used as weapons
Syria attacked
mark my poetic words
Lebanon will be next
attack attack attack
kill kill kill
shoot shoot shoot
two more small boys dead
over and over and over
nothing will ever satisfy
satins sexual perversions
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
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