Nirvana is bliss; bliss is Nirvana
Whichever it is
It’s not Kim Jong Un’s
Executions by 007-like piranha
Estimates of deaths attributed to regimes following Marxist-Leninist ideology in the 20th century vary widely, often cited in the range of 60 million to over 100 million people. These deaths occurred through executions, man-made famines, forced labor (Gulags), and deportations.
We do the same thing
over and over again
and expect a different result.
~attributed to Albert Einstein
“MARXIST REVOLUTION NOW”
is the most ignorant solution
I have heard in this 21st century
woe-is-me trajectory.
Sand castles are washed away
easily by time and tide,
less easily lies the blood
shed by revolutionaries.
Righteous is the cause in one’s own ideology,
and for this we make no apology.
Spring is around the corner
Pretty soon
There will be no more ice and werewolves in the streets
Gone will be all types of fire power and terror
Gone will be the bullies, the thugs and the creeps
In the nick of time, when the soil is hot and steamy
All the goons, bandits and henchmen will be gone
Disappeared and dysfunctional like a dirty
And rusty gun
I cannot wait, I cannot wait
No more executions, tears, chaos and hate.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
We do things we love
Do things we hate --
One, for affection:
and the other, for fiend
necessity, like~ executions
and wars…
Maybe better, not to confound
the two – maybe better, more
and less we do?!
All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!
All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Bloody chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.
The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.
Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
A woman is burned to death on a NY subway train
Yawn
Murderer Mangione raises $200k on Go-Fund-Me
Yawn
Homeowner is jailed for ousting a squatter
Yawn
POTUS commutes 37 of 40 death row executions
Yawn
Night settles in ~
No sightings of dawn
Ice dancing is enchanting
Wonderful and incredible
It requires total dedication
To achieve perfect harmony
There are many exhausting
Rehearsals and tiring executions
On the acting itself on ice rink
They are like birds flying free
A beautiful art representation
Often synchronised with rhythmic
Motion of emotions and grace dancing
In accompanying soulful music theme
The audience see the whole impact
And every round about ordeal of action
Is not exempted in the scrutiny of the jury
The winner is crown the darling of the moment
And the most spectacular in all captured lens
But the glory of them all is one that does
The totality of those actors in the rink
Whose dedication and aspiration is unmatched
The expertise in their craft with love unreserved.
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background,
The Page
plays the blues,
interludes,
fingers touching the
sensual key notes
scent openings
in the mind
reeling
in the horizontal lines
along morning bodies
now glistening, the
dark nights aligned,
The Page
plays the blues,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
those heavy Prison Blues
absent black holes
now universes away,
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers,
plucking the strings
pressing points slowly
in from the cold
warm air tracing
curves
in the winding road
whispered along smooth
racing executions
erogenous pleasures
shifting gears upwards
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
slow dancing
french kissing
seducing
interludes
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers
strings softly plucked
come undone
Emerald Eyes
measuring
the blues
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way
The Preludes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Chopin No 4 Preludes (Chopin), Jimmy Page
Hummingbird, Jimmy Page
Emerald Eyes, Jimmy Page
Prison Blues, Jimmy Page
No other people has endured the constant persecution
3,330 years of constant suffering
From the Egyptian Pharaohs' enslavement and buffeting
down through 20th and 21st century executions
Yet we Jews are still here, still strong in our faith
Where are the Egyptians with their pyramids tall
The Babylonians and Romans, not to mention Gaul
We've outlasted them somehow, survived them all
Our secret is the Torah, given at Sinai to Moses
We chose Him, so He chose us ~
over those who oppose us
In times of politics, where power unfolds,
A bump in the polls through executions told,
A dance of ambition, a ruthless endeavor,
Where souls are discarded, like leaves in the winter.
With ink-stained hands, they plot and they scheme,
Silencing dissenters, crushing each dream,
Lives laid bare, sacrificed on the stage,
For political gain, a darkened outrage.
Promises broken, morals forsaken,
The pursuit of dominance, a path deeply taken,
In the pursuit of power, hearts turn to stone,
Leaving behind a nation, fractured and alone.
Executions of hope, casting shadows long,
The masses left questioning where they went wrong,
The system corroded, corroded and stained,
As justice and truth, they wither and wane.
Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
Courageous voices rise, fearless in the fight,
They rally the weary, ignite a spark,
To reclaim what's lost, and mend the torn arc.
For a bump in the polls through executions grim,
Cannot silence the spirit that resides within,
United we stand, against the tides of disdain,
To rebuild a future where justice shall reign.
You have been accused, no more do we need
Point the finger at mother and daughter
Two Sutton girls with no chance to be freed
An impossible test, trial by water
They think you are spawn of the devil’s own seed
Sacred water denies you, twice you float
Only that of a witch, feet and hands bound
Would rise to the top in only petticoat
Perhaps better off as an innocent drowned
No executions at the bottom of the moat
A no win situation, death guaranteed
Guilty or not, your last breath is taken
By an ignorance with illogical creed
Who pointed your way, spiteful or shaken
And called out Witch. - Now the test will proceed
October 11, 2022
THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Unlike tricoleuse knitting room –
I hadn’t much fun by light of moon.
The crows at dawn abated soon.
I fairly swoon – I fairly swoon.
*tricoleuse: One of a number of women who sat knitting while attending public executions during the French Revolution. (3 syllables per Howmanysyllables, but no stressed syllable identified)
Famously referred to in A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens
From Lenin to Stalin
Khrushchev to Gorbachev
The USSR tried to
choke the West off
Now with Vladimir Putin
Russia's back and shootin'
Masters of duplicity
Executions through toxicity
________________________
Note: The last syllable of each
name in the second line can
be pronounced like the English
word 'off.'
Where's the smog
And the pollution
Only noise, the frogs
No gangland executions
Millions of stars in the sky
Nights crisp, fresh and cool
I can feel the wind sigh
Nature -- not man -- rules
Lack of excitement or buzz?
-- Doesn't bother me
I've fled Los Angeles
For God's country
d-rump just delivered a punish'em speech
how 'brilliantly' stupid can a person be
avoiding gun control
but equating hate crime with mental illness
so more police and executions are needed
is this guy for real
he's a friggin con man
there to put money in certain pockets
stan sand
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