War Easter Poems

Denied again, again, again
My God, my king, my hope, my friend
To think that I could ever mend
My shame, my pride, my lies.

To deadly hills they...

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Whoever killed Our Jesus
Son Of God
Now has a killing machine.

Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections...

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Officials seek opportunities to steal, 
While soldiers earn double for lives, they reveal. 
Ribbons, crosses, gallons, and stars they don, 
Drowning their souls with debauchery's...

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Christians once sacrificed their own, 
To the God of Love, like pagans known, 
Burning heretics, they claimed divine, 
Killing their own in a holy shrine.

Those...

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a new house

I saw a photo from a long time, so long it doesn’t matter when
the photo was taken; by a couple still youngish with...

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This is an Easter poem my mother wrote to her mother in 1944, at the height of WWII, while my mother was doing her part...

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essence 

The winds of war
lift the essence 
of man to face
the face of man 
each speak 
over the other
listening for 
the true soul’s
confirmation

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Easter,...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, 
born in 1888 on the first day of Spring.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, 
on the...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green...

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"Eschaton"



This romance 
is mine is yours

I walk on water 
towards you

rebirth 
is a small freedom

so that your 
war weary mind

may finally feel 
your own resurrection...

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Blasting cities with
Innocent crowds...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Screamed, the humanity..
Shattered shrine on
a day, so divine...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Yelled, the humanity..
Tearful lass before the
drooling hounds..
	"I can't breathe.."
	Cried, the humanity..
Silenced...

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Sunshine rose earlier today, season of warmer weather
Rain and sun tempo touching soil and earth,
Vernal equinox weeks ago bring time of growth and renewal
Spring alive...

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Summer evening   
The day is gone
Darkness is moving in
My day
Correcting poem
Writing new ones is over
Time for TV.
I have read the news
Not uplifting
Seeing Trump
The...

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Pain resonates in the mud. Unbalances
you, sticks you in centuries one can only
imagine. Toppled spheres atop
consecrated pews littered with charred
Easter missalettes. Doesn’t count as
abstract art,...

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Fade back-

picture rap,

this here is capped,

my movement strap.


One voice,

a toy,

diibullar roid!! 

I don't take voids!!!

I supply the stores,

dish on a pour because we ignore,

we don't...

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