Early nights call upon adventurous times,
we await with our plans left to execute.
Too old to trick,
yet we pride ourselves in treats,
as we drive through silent streets
before darkness reigns.
The moon would visit every now and then,
to bare witness to our mischief on display.
We fistfight with food, whistle to trees,
surround ourselves with music,
movie dates under duvets,
as stars twinkle twinkle away.
Chosen by fate, we always travel in pairs,
whichever the location,
we colour the world however we please.
Days go by faster,
aging shall come sooner or later,
but a life worth loving, we shall live.
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Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to murder
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let’s swear not to have a darn one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions.
Copyright February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All Right Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
All the whores in Frankfurt
made me sad, even
when it looked like they
were having a good time.
She said, "Don't get so drunk
next time, baby."
and turned away
her rear end a monument
to the spirit of
human beauty
in an ugly world
she turned and looked
at her TV set, which
became at once
unmuted
Dallas the show, not the
city,
was on and
J.R. sounds so much
more like a
strong, dark soul iness
dubbed in German.
The spiral staircase
was a mindful
MC Escher
endless and convoluted
when i think of it
it's
the story of my life
a story that
ends up in vomit
and a fistfight
in the dark.
Back in 1964 Harry and Larry
Just couldn't agree,
Who was cuter,
Mary or Dee.
At lunch was a fight,
Kids gathered 'round;
Didn't care it weren't right--
Fists a-flying, blows raining down.
In the end, Harry'd won,
Who'd thought Mary cute;
The fighters shook hands,
It'd all been a hoot!
2014 -- Same thing happened
In back of the school:
A fistfight broke out,
It seemed really cool.
Only this time it lasted
A mere minute or two,
When police sirens sounded:
Tires squealed, men in blue.
They broke up the fight,
Took the combatants to the station;
Jailed 'em for assault overnight,
Future-imperiling incarceration.
The school did its job too,
Expelling both without a hearing,
Prompting educators' cheering--
Teenaged booing and jeering.
In 1964 boys fought hard,
Then made up and shook hands
The authorities were quiet,
No reprimands.
Fifty years later, fighting's outlawed,
Boys have no chance:
Gone is romance,
Schools look askance.
We Will Be Together
R.e. Taylor
Darlin’, I am going out tonight
My buddy called and he needs my help
And Darlin’ I may end up in a fistfight
We’re going to get drunk and that the truth
And the bar we might just ignite
I ain’t going to try to be witty
I know it’s nearly twilight
And I have to leave
My buddy and I are going to be dynamite
But we will be happy for the first time in a while
And our friendship will reignite
In the jail or in the hospital we will be one
©2017 Shadowlight Publishing
by a proxy delivered
a days sour face
its painted eye fixed on jacob's ladder
and salvation's cherubs
who seven times sevenfold tell the tale
but the tale is threadbare by the time they have spun the spin
all call each other rookies as they verbally fistfight
over the breadcrumb leavings
charred remains of her melted mind
smoulder weakly in the
interment rain
she would sit in the dirt
sketching beautiful things
known for being pretty for all the eyes that don't see
leaving the brick and mortar life
for everything imagination tells you
is so beautiful
you don't want to change the world
just want your world to change
Black lips vibrating for the right mix
Black lips kiss with a passion, Black fistfight for our past and future sons
bloodshed lies spilled
Black lips start to peel
slaving for a meal, time standing still, life flying by
black lips begin to cry, no more lies, no more corrupt minds
Cut all ties with evil spines, attempting to take the soul of the Black lips, with a quick fix
gripping tight on the crucifix
hundreds of years running
hundreds of years of being a fugitive, accused of living Black, black Lips Start To fight Back
Activist, these Lips Never Fall back
These Lips were in Defense, and Now It's Time to Attack
never double back to slavery
black lips keep the bravery
Are some going to hell? maybe, you cannot save all beings
it's human nature, even though God Created everything
Going through the struggle
black lips start to sing
I'm blessed in the name of the King, All Through Summer, Winter, Fall, and Spring.
I Will Sing
"I'm Blessed."
Sweet smile and her kind eyes
brings out all her yips once at sight,
A charm lady and her honeyed voice
brings forth all her pureness her girlhood fistfight.
Longed emotions and assuasive cosmea
thrives out all her tears once at tormented,
A blissful mind and her bolshy heart
bents all her faiths her boded against enchanted.
Baffled her eyeses and elusive her temptations
whisk off her esteemed days of gloriole,
A worthy soul and her kiddo armories
all the way she makes me smile drawn-out for long time.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my Jr. Miss Chaitali Dash