The leech boasts he ends many wars
With each speech Trump’s truce total soars
His confused amount
And White House account
Are summed-up trysts with Epstein's whores
>> true love, please.
[ERROR]unable to retrieve file 'true'
>> fine, then just love.
[ERROR]file 'love' can’t exist without 'true'
>> …just happiness, then.
[ERROR]requires connection to server 'live'
Contritions Wombe
Calling for what I am not
A leader
I cannot
A last means
A final
Evaluation
Of your limitations
I will possibly describe
Your amazement atop a well
Panic and plague
Where do spell
To no breach
Will the mind respond
A city orchestrated
Behind in its eyes
Comment of its betrayal
It's fail in sails
Get the life in doors from them
Yet they buy for their owning and confining of grace goes why
Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE"
algorithms hum what thoughts to lose -
a labyrinth of tailored streets
where every turn pretends it’s mete.
The app says "yes" but limits "no",
while search bars choke what seeds might grow.
Drop-down menus mock the "free" -
liberty’s a loading spree.
We swipe left through infinite feeds,
terrified to close the apps we’ve kneeled.
The tightest chains are coded thoughts:
ghostwriters scripting what we’re not.
-
A texted Tanka
we h#ve mucx to lay
textins is two limited
it is balter if
we p2e pen to pazer and
cor4espmd with0ut er7ors
we have much to say
texting is too limited
it is better if
we put pen to paper and
correspond without errors
The surest way to get to the good stuff in life,
Is by trial and error,
And not standing too long in front of a mirror.
The surest way to get to the bad stuff in life,
Is not to give time to trial and error,
And standing too long in front of a mirror.
Nursery Rhymes Only Contest - sponsored by Eve Roper
To Eve’s winning contestants, I write this poem for you.
I have read each one and commented till I am blue.
You won’t see them there however.
I’ve been getting an error forever.
Your nursery rhymes are clever, cute, unique, and precious.
It is the comment fields that are the most treacherous.
So know I have read and do wish you congrats!
My non-existent comments will skew your stats.
It’s “Error!” “Error!” “Error!”
I am a “System 500” starer.
Where is that IT repairer?
Should I cross my fingers or say a prayer?
China has many that believe in Jesus
Some are underground and move
Around by the leading of the Holy Spirit
In the past the Lord called Watchman Nee
And as a result many after him
Fell to their knees and praised God but today
China has committed a diabolical error
By rewriting the Bible and
Trying to make Jesus a murderer
The terror will be seen in their land!
God’s promises are real and revelations
Will transform the land
Jesus cannot be stopped in China
He will save many Chinese individuals
China has many that believe in Jesus
Some are underground and move
Around by the leading of the Holy Spirit
Revelation 22: 18-19
18 I warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: if anyone adds to them, God will add to him the plagues described in this book, 19 and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God will take away his share in the tree of life and in the holy city, which are described in this book.
triple hating
triple agents
trip over
tripping tirades
(on a)
triangulating trip
(through)
tribal
trial & error
Like yesterday, bitterness clings to my tongue
That memory refuses to be undone.
February 14th, a cherub's play,
His arrow struck, leading me astray.
A tiny angel, drapped in white
Arrows of love, piercing the night.
Revenge, my friend, I sought with zeal
Chasing him across lands surreal.
On a hotel bed, our battle ensued
Lost in passion, my innocence subdued.
Pride and dignity, lost in the fray
For chocolates and flowers, I gave them away.
What do you want?
Type "Peace" and click "Enter".
What else do you want?
I gave you everything you want in life.
Seeing people in elevated view.
Thoughts of unknowing human traits.
And the concept telling us what is the meaning.
And the middle of the story in our blood stream.
But people always thinks there was inadequate.
And the path that destined they easily quit.
Proposing to be clear because they wanted.
And the last part of the story will be hunted.
I gave you this light because I know you being blind.
I gave you this dark because I know you are not scared.
Once i tell you what's the next step.
Don't hesitate to wake up Goodnight.
I tell you the truth
I know you want to hear.
You take my youth
But always seem to disappear.
Express yourselves unabashedly my friends
Because no one can honestly give you a grade
Write your poems with your own hands
Make them natural, beautiful and homemade.
Don’t worry about foes, faux, aliens and others
Just do what you need to do my friends
To find good, fair, impartial or sagacious readers
Be creative or innovative to embark on your own trends.
All poems are important, relevant and famous
All poems are born from a particular or divine inspiration
Be bold, brave, controversial, generous and ingenuous.
Bias exists even in literary art poetry. Ignore the laughs
Continue writing. This world is full of odds, hurdles and gaffes
Be happy! It’s needless to yearn for a standing ovation.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my friend, Juan Felix Of Orlando and others.
Juan, I wish you a speedy recovery. You're in my thoughts, prayers and poems.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Killing one another
Unjustly, mean by terror,
Horrendous error.
Margin of Error
By Mark D. Stucky
If, statistically, Adam and Eve
hadn’t exceeded Eden’s margin of error,
would lambs now be lounging with lions?
Would toothy T-Rexes have been vegan?
Would we love our neighbors and enemies
as we love our less-than-perfect selves?
Would we make war no more
and have peace on earth?
But, certainly, mistakes were made!
And now, we should wherever possible
correct for past and future errors,
across centuries of commissions and omissions.
Like the trembling woman sprawled in the dust,
“go and sin no more” is also meant for us.
(First published in Agape Review, 29 May 2022. See also my poems “Words in the Wind” and “Hate Vacuuming?”)
(Image by Engin_Akyurt on Pixabay.com.)
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