Buck off a twenty; should twenty
buckshots mean nineteen too many?
Extinguished abruptly,
with Godspeed so mighty,
effortlessly shattered,
sending molars afar.
So far they say a
shard was found in
the neighbor's yard.
Found someone at the bar.
Didn't want to get in the car.
Pray tell, that didn't get far.
I arrive at the walkway;
I push past a pause, just
I can't stand until
standing right side up,
I saw this rerun show.
Chest cavity. Ghost town captivity
to gesture from behind,
telling, "They were scared."
Startled, so too are we.
Starting up again, approached
closer with a tender voice.
Damn! Blasted fantasy poaching,
encroaching as the situation
abused the determination. In
determination abused, saw
and became amused.
Morals annihilate as
fury eradicates saving grace.
Roof off mouth demonstrates a
desperate need to escape.
Erupting out, fountain snatch;
flung, streamers are strung
about—it's raining.
However, it had ended
before
any ringing got started.
Destroy the annoyance so
they
can bury a face,
not only a body.
At least...
a long journey home
from germany to baltic
a new beginning
(My great-grandparents moving from Germany to a small town in the middle of nowhere)
Decent life
Pure life
I can’t do that
Psychology destroying the life
Destroys in my life
Parasite science
Plastic
Kills my life.
Why must I accept this science?
This is a mental poison, a mental cancer
Oh, where are the prophets?
Where is the God?
Oh God, why do you give free will to the human?
Can you see it? Can you see it?
Psychology what created in my life?
What? Aggressive science
It’s very good money
Is the communism is humanist?
Is the communism is humanism?
Is the socialism is humanism?
This psychology is fascism
Oh, wise people of the world!
Oh, wise theologians and psycholophers!
You don’see that what I recognized
Psychology is power on the mind
Where is my free life?
Moneymaker psychologists eats my life
I have become a toy,
Human life has no value
Psychology is infection in my life
Harmful mental deluge
I don’t have an ark
I will kill myself
Goodbye life.
Decent life
Pure life
Come here
Come here
My next life
My new life.
underneath
his trenchcoat
he was
in possession
of a bent quill
he used it to tickle
words out of his
avaries of birds
moon-eyed and
sucker-punched
they adored the
dripping honey
he spooned
into their
unworldly
wide-open bills
his avarice
for swollen
notoreity
observed
by the dark
night-eyed
hunters
while he,
unsuspecting,
stalked
newly commissioned
clean and unmarked boxes
with his know-it-all
best bumbling
holy-roller turns
the nights
are full of obsessed
decent hunters
lit matches
with an arsenal
of thoughts
and a granary
of words
ready to burn
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Steve likes to control people's lives.
He could hate men for their bad wives;
Who tries Steve's eyeballs to death drives,
His razor worse than twenty knives!
Thus, Steve's trusted friend Jeremy
Had to become his enemy
Jeremy to face his army
For being recently The Barmy...
I love Steve's dead sincerity,
Not his love for temerity:
His mad thirst for severity
And voice for dropped Austerity...
Men should know trends that are recent
And afford they can The Decent,
Wasting not strength for an ascent,
Where lies but yesterday's assent.
We want all Democrats to behave
As though they truly and genuinely believe
In a True Democracy
Stop at once the nasty hypocrisy.
Oh! Let the republicans behave
Like they belong in frumpy old cans
Of lies, insurrections, nightmares, hooligans
And right-wing fans who crave and rave.
We want good and credible elections
Not biased and absurd selections
We want Real Democracy.
We want Justice, Freedom and Liberty
For all conscientious and legal voters
In power, we want truth tellers, not liars.
Copyright © October 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Commendable is your taste of beauty, dear Einnoc!
Your greetings always as day makers appear, Einnoc!
The faces you put on wall are always astounding
To the fragrance of your flowers, I adhere; Einnoc!
Devotion to fine feelings of friends is first for you
That's something of great value, you ain't austere; Einnoc!
You always bring smile to everyone's face you talk to
Though I know your life is hard, like a dry brier, Einnoc!
You're a Filipina with international heart
And to make the world happy is your career, Einnoc!
I'm lucky that I have such a friend in your person
It's so hard to find friends whose hearts are sincere, Einnoc!
August 08, 2022
It's time for coffee much,
Maybe with some lovely grub,
You barrack for my club?
No? You're doing well,
My football club ain't doing so swell,
So, it's time for coffee much,
Hope you've got a decent club!
In the decent of October
with the early morning dew
came to the ground
was a wise old leaf
It's fall so silent that
only audible to the closet neighbour
was it's farewell
A colossal tremor felt
as the dew hailed
with unforgettable pain
to the vein's discontent
It's fall so unnoticed that
only visible to the magnified harbour
was it's farewell
Stiffened it laid on the scented bed
enriched with holiness
taken away to fade
into the ashes of the riverbed
Seasons went by
months went by
years went by
the leaf eroded
But fresh were the memories
of that day
of that horrible moment
the moment it lay dead
It's fall so content that
only reason for any later unrest
was it's farewell...
Introducing the Democrats' presumptive Presidential nominee
A fine, decent, virtuous family man, Mr. Joseph Biden
What's this? Sexual assault charges?
Hmph! Another sexual predator in hidin'
In the laughter of the decent
Baskets from the past bring sorrow
And the joy rapidly disappears
At the sight of their evil deeds
That once used to be their way of life
They changed, only to suffer
From stabbed wounds of guilt and regret
Do they question the choice?
Or is it the darkness that they loved?
They hoped for a change,
It appears, there is more than what
The preachers promised them.
In the unrighteousness of the wicked
Wave after wave, they get blessed
It rains manna, or at least, it seems
I wonder if He has been too tolerant
Or if we should keep waiting for justice
In the sins that they have transformed into norms
They have laid a bait for the weak and poor
That has had their faith shaken
In the falling of the decent, peace they find
They quench fires with gallons of paraffin
Their love of the riches hasn’t proven futile
And they have forgotten of the warnings.
carries his merchandise
every day in his stomach
thinks all is safe there
In twilight's decent to madness
the shadow of death dwells
after the clock rings out the last chime of twelve
destiny has taken everything quite well
no more sounds will be heard from small beds
fate has cast it's shadow upon the last one's head
the silence is loud enough to make one deaf
but it is the last one left standing who longs for death
A Green Dog Loves Decent Purple Dandelions
I knew I had it with me
It gave me so many great ideas
Shaped them and formed them into poetry
Lately the words do not come to me
They mix together and become incomprehensible
I write, “A green dog loves decent purple dandelions”
That won’t make sense to anyone with some drugs
I want to write
I want to create something special
“A green dog loves decent purple dandelions”
What the hell does that mean?
They came from my fingers through my keyboard
My fingers were controlled by my mind
What was my mind thinking?
What was the imagery I was intending?
Christ, I wish I knew
He won’t tell me what was in my mind
I don’t think he would want to know
I just know one thing
With lines like that my mind is not with me
It left with a bottle of Kentucky whiskey
Travelling on its own
My mind is on vacation to a different planet
A planet in a galaxy so many light-years away
It may never come back to help me be creative
“A green dog loves decent purple dandelions”
That may be the last line I ever write
And THAT would be a hell of a way to be remembered
A copy of the poem " A Drawer of a Decent Soul" that she practices
A copy of the poem " A Drawer of a Decent Man" that she utulizes
A stapler to hold together things with all her power and strength
One remote control to a robot with three hands since two is not enough
One tube of muscle cream for her back for carrying many extra loads
Three folders filled with creative ideas to help provide for the family
One alarm clock set in intervals to make sure her tasks are complete
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