830.
Paghingyo kay Dr. Alfon
Oh Dr. Alfon nga palangga
Sa CapSU System Tagdumala
Ako sa imo nagahingyo
Nga sa CapSU pabalikon ako
Sang yara ako diri sang una
Ginkay-o ko man ya akon pag-ubra
Bisan Underemployed ako
Ako masaligan niyo nga maestro
Sa pagtudlo may lisensiya
UP Graduate sa Tertiarya
Ang Masteral ko puro “Uno”
Yara tanan sa Transcript ko
Ako indi lamang pang-eskwela
Pwede man ako sa opisina
May Experience ako
Sa pribado kag publiko
Sa Munsipyo kag Kapitolyo nakaubra
Sa AO works may eksperiensiya
Ako indi lamang pang-maestro
Pwede man ako mangin AO
Kon hatagan mo ako sang tiyansa
Ini para guihapon sa inyo.
-10/30/2022
(Dumarao)
*My CapSU Comeback
I wish I could see
Oh the places, Dr. Seuss
where dreams have wings
where stubborn souls
fight gravity
Oh the places, Dr. Seuss
where rhyme and reason
two-step in the night
forgetting the obligations of love
I find structured chaos
exhilarating
when the rest of the world sleeps
Your characters smile
desperately
I overcompensate as well,
in my own way
The cat in a hat
is always balancing things
to negate loneliness
A fish in a bowl knows more than me
Tomorrow is always an option
“Tomorrow is another day”
Yes, Vivian Leigh, yes
zesty ropedancer meaningfully hobnailed honeydew folklore evermore
myriad sunburn translocation sapiently mistaking your platypus
impious prognosticator gnaw mono recordbook thereabouts
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Walls, themselves do
Tranquilize you.
Daubed of what, drawn in by
Frames whose escapes
Burst the present
Hushed dread's consent.
A set of bright, airy
Wet-ran landscapes.
Satellites watch time
in ten small bits of binary —
1024 weeks in a cycle
Telstra's flaw reset its clocks
to one cycle long ago,
so July 2026, became Nov 2006
With one swell swoop,
twenty years fell through the internet.
phones searched for now,
got a forlorn Time Lord
instead.
This un-daunted Dr, is making a stand against ill-liberal intentions for Canada
Now planned.? Common stupidity it
Must be.' Or wilfull destruction if human
Liberty, and its not only the good Doctor
Who knows the score.' Of a dystopian
Agenda, of which no clear thinking person
Could want more.'
The above dr perscribed invermectin another Aussie, was par-exellentin.' She
Got banned it went against ( the plan.?)
For good good meds to people direct'n
And now it comes to pass, now that old
Hysteria is past, its also great in fighting
Cancers..? Gives you a chance so
It seems? a real
Life enhancer.)
I have no feelings at
this late stage of the game, youth is far away,
old age hat
now hides my eyes,
keeping the curious at bay,
the wise
avoid
thinking cliche,
Freud…
I have no feelings at
keeping the curious at bay,
Freud!
I am going to fly until I cannot fly any more
In a wink she was gone, my cousin Lenore
She was an expert at brooming and it was her turn
I heard years later that she broke her neck in a giant gray urn
Apparently, her landing was not the best that fall
Luckily, she was in Iowa City, with a surgeon with gall
Named Dr. Kawasaki, he was brilliant with a broken neck.
She flew back in after surgery, and we all ran to inspect….
Yes, she was healing well, the result of a miraculous doc.
Now I have to raise money, she said, to get my broom out of hock.
It seems she had to pay a bit of the enormous expense.
University of Iowa Hospitals requires dollars, not cents.
Brother Martin Luther King Jr. did not die in vain
Heck no, the Kennedy brothers did not die in vain
And countless brave protesters did not die in vain.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
It not easy to think and to write about the pain
Which our ancestors have endured over the years
They fought and died for this land of opportunities.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Heck no, Brother Malcolm X did not die in vain
Many brave young fighters did not die in vain
It is a shame that many agitators are so insane.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Jesus Christ was crucified and died for our sins
Presently, we cannot have a resurgence of gangs
Racist gangsters roaming in our lives like crazy ants.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Copyright© August 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
Dr. Kay Scarpetta,
Does wonders with a scalpel and also with sharp cheddar.
A medical examiner depicted in Cornwell's book,
She is much preferred as a gourmet cook!
Dr. Kay Scarpetta is the main character who is a medical examiner in Patricia Cornwell's books.
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a hummingbird
Sucking pollen from a rose
Then down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "You can pet him...
for- Only fifty cents!"
As I peeked into a stye
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "Where are you flying to"
He replied. "To visit Dr. Suess
IN Light, One, Vie, Ease
I am a pretty snowflake
To mist by the sun
Dr j marion sims
The 'so-called' father of gynecology
Built of the lie of ethics
Built from harvested black bodies
No permission, just 'science'
An excuse just to abuse black women -
Treated as 'experiments'
To him we were never human beings
Just a new toy to play with
No anaesthesia, just pain
His work wasn't revolutionary - it was just inhumane
Does he really deserve the honour of being labelled as a 'father' -
When behind closed doors he abused his 'children' who gave him that name
Pushed them out of the door
Then slammed it in their face
No thank you, no gratitude, no rewards
Just a lifetime of scars and trauma
Treated like a disgrace
Treated the enslaved as if they weren't apart of the human race
They didn't just invade our lands -
They colonised our bodies
Dissected us like a scientific study
No consent, no permission
Just a scalpel to cut our skin
Not even out of curiosity
Just to beat the 'competition'
He was known as the father of gynecology
But in reality -
Many of us will see him as the father of stolen autonomy
Treating our bodies like property
Studying us as if he were learning archaeology
medicine man Vin
Lithium Orotate given ~
mind guides I’m all in
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