I have seen a lot in this life,
The only thing I haven't seen is that which doesn't exist,
I have seen a lot in this life,
That which my mouth cannot explain.
Tell us what you saw Mr. Stephen,
What is it you saw that Troubles you,
Did you see the rainbow or seven colours of madness,
Tell us Mr. Ekemezie what exactly you saw?
I saw people I saw inhumanity,
I saw heartlessness in-love with wickedness,
I saw bitterness wedding greediness,
Callousness came to the wedding wearing injustice.
I saw evil ruling the universe,
Anger, dishonesty and falsehood are there with her,
I saw a sick earth where everything goes,
A world full of oppression and strife,
No humanity at all which keeps me speechlessly mouthless.
In an invisible body of glass,
Where the brain feels it should strike.
The eyes have its frequent eye wash.
The mouth obliged to keep silent.
The heart feels siffened in a cage of its own.
Happiness tries to creep in, overtaken by sadness.
Depression buries energy and strength.
Living is not a favourite word anymore.
Lies are being exalted, truth is abased.
Dishonesty seems like a culture.
Compliments is toxic, insult is the antidote
Communication is a catastrophy.
Love is a word that don't exist
Appreciation is nameless.
Support agrees with credit in good situation.
Not bad situation.
Um, you stand alone.
Move on, my friend
Raise your right hand
To move on, to concede
Wasting your time will lead
To nothing, nichts, niente, nada
Do it for the soul of America.
Stop wasting your energy
Stop the lies and the anomaly
A real man accepts defeat
Hey dude, you got beat
You lost, you’re defeated
Stop being too conceited.
Hit the road Jack. Move on
The world wants a confession
Dude, you’re losing power daily
Like a cheap antiquated battery
Hit the road. Quit being a nag
It’s time to raise the white flag.
Don’t try a stupid coup d’état
Because you’ll fail like a lama
Let America be proud again
This is a new era, a new season
It’s time to quit. Hit the road Jack
Move on. Please don’t comeback.
Subpoena are coming
Convictions are forthcoming
Shame is arguably disgusting
Real people are singing and laughing
This is another day in America
This is shocking blah, blag, blah!
P.S. Political satire.
Copyright © November 2020, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books.
The consumer is said to be
The all-right-man
But it hardly exists
Hegemony is never welcomed
Consumer too has to obey regulations
Follow SOP
On a visit to shops
When buying goods
Has to bear the result of inflation
Prices soaring up high
Subject to tricks and dishonesty
of businessman
A win-win-situation is welcomed instead
The world is made for everyone
To survive
The only thing I hate more than unintelligence
Is a bold-faced liar that thinks they blend amongst friends
Using weakenesses as weapons falsely condescending contention
Crashing house of cards paper tiger denys a correction
Even knowing that they face something beyond profound
This game they play only works on what is gained and not found
So when real life hits it leaves them with a lie to undo
But I saw you even though it ceased I just can't let it be true
Nothing personal but you deny that we are both foes
In battle fought with intellect you can't deny I won't lose
And this certainty it scares you to the core you recluse
Like a coward you back out acting as if nothing ensued
But we both know your true face lacks a backbone to stand it
And that something is why I prevail locking door sealing in madness
Coping mechanism feeds demons that just hand over rope
Slithered navigating life upon fissure ridden slippery slope
Had it coming you just didn't know it came with account
Now you're seeing and believing left without not a doubt
Today I watched our democracy die.
No shouts or whimpers, in just the blink of an eye,
some leaders had traded honesty for deceit;
not recognizing they were the ones suffering defeat.
They owe their allegiance to a would-be king,
who greedily awaits all the gifts they will bring.
They must walk gingerly, not cause him to fuss,
for those once bringing truth, he threw under the bus.
You'll recognize him by his wealth of bright hair
and the way he weaves fantasies out of thin air.
He prefers those whose heavy reading is a Tweet,
and rewards them daily with lies as their treats.
You think kings don't last but they have nine lives;
dining on sycophants is how they survive.
Today you're liked; tomorrow love has fled.
Be grateful: these days, they don't ask for your head!
History shrugs, thinking deceptions can't last.
But, we're living in a turmoil that can't seem to pass.
Today we lost honesty; the wound still throbs.
Listening closely, we can hear Lincoln sob.
While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust
conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen
long following circuitous ways
billowing opposition, discalced defenders
they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections
I carry the tomb of unburied days
--R K Singh
When Evie wrote her first cook book
Her neighbour, Val, oh how she shook
What she found on page nine
Was HER steak in red wine
She declared sneaky Evie a crook
It caused such abominable troubles
Especially when Val’s cousin, Bubbles
Found HER trout recipe
On page seventy three
Evie's reputation is in rubbles
For Evie her goose is now cooked
‘Fowl’ actions can’t be overlooked
Recipes not by her
Sure has caused quite a stir
Her deception it now has been booked
Thanks to Lin Lane for her comment on the poem which inspired the final stanza ... and before anyone asks ... I DID ask permission to use her thoughts lol!
Inspired after reading an article on recipes being plagiarised
https://www.eater.com/2015/3/19/8259393/recipe-plagiarism-in-the-food-world-is-still-rampant
04/02/20
When someone has something to hide, they lie;
But, lies never stay silent;
They portray you badly.
There’s so much that,
has to be answered for by government rats.
Another thanksgiving;
new stories folks will impart to the living.
Kind souls remember the pain,
so felt by indigenous hearts, on the plains.
Greedy conquests, once reined,
in friendship’s cloak so vane.
Of torn apart,
visionaries and their dreams ripped from hearts.
In truth, souls were slaughtered;
numerous hearts were altered,
folks drawn and quartered;
too many native dreams, murdered.
I see the callousness and misery
From the look on your face
I see the lies and deception
This is where;I rest my case
The thieving and deception
Has caused a false perception
The under handed deal
Has left the situation concluded;
That it was a steal
Just to answer one question
Seemed quite the task
All was wearing
A two faced mask
Karma is served at the karma cafe
Karma never forgets an address
Or a face;
Be prepared for karma to be paying;
A visit to your place.
Written by MJ Mankasingh may 28 2018
Gushing from within
Tender hearts, voiced through strong minds,
Straight shooter's urges,
Pulverizing the pebbles
Carried in dishonest shoes
If dishonesty is more despicable than lies,
let one ponder over guilt 'till that word dies!
Why are dishonest people so confident...
that being caught is no embarrassment?
Taking someone's else belongings to pay the rent,
or stealing an identity is easier than robbing a bank!
If the word " Dishonesty " is more despicable than lies,
why be that one who condones or even sympathizes?
Into all the truth you bathe in, lovers,
Will drip the tiniest drop of deceit;
Whether it be just small dark water that dissolves
Neutralised
In the Crystal stream,
Whether it be venom that turns the
Pure flow sour and shows up your one blue
Vein of deception,
Only time will tell, and that time,
Believe me,
Can oppress as much as lies.
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