Hooligans Poems | Examples

To the Godless Goons of Mob India

RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak.

Lynch my body
Pinch my soul
Punch my pride
Drench my blood

Staunch be your henchmen
Bunch of bigoted hooligans
Flinch us they from progress
Wrench us they from justice

Exhaust every trick in your bag
Pull every arrow off your quiver
Bribe your cheerleaders forever
Swing your dagger far and deeper

Behold! Destiny’s Wheel will one day turn
In your own inferno shall you burn
Hate will then find no buyers
Fade shall every Fake Soothsayers

Rama’s Rajya will then re-assign
Love and equality will re-reign
Unity and Diversity will re-align
Tolerance will do India define

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(From the anthology, Mantra of the Oppressed, available on Amazon.)

Freedom's Fragile Chains

Overcrowded prisons,
brings joy to early released criminals.
Taxpayers may be happy,
but there's predators at playgrounds,
rapists at bars,
stalkers, stalking,
violent hooligans back at matches,
abusers contacting their exes,
jealous lovers beating new spouses.
Mobs on the streets,
will only bring mayhem,
unless vigilantes rise,
whilst the police hide.
Who will protect the traumatised victims?

Seagulls

Squawking you awake
feathered seaside hooligans
Watch out for your chips!

Lime Bread And Butter

Gluttonous screen helpings of
‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’

Lime boombox with Madonna singing,
‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’

Bread and butter of a pig tail soul;
My base bricks, these memories built me;

Grew up drawn to creativity,
carved my yearbook space unequivocally;

Walked with sweet n’ sour hooligans 
who chose to live life differently;

Relentless teen of the DMV,
I learned the ropes on the trains of the city;

A poet with a head full of dreams,
and some of them I have made come true;

Ever changing but my roots are strong,
adaptable but loyal I forever stay;

Illuminating that smile I wore as a kid
are all the core memories that built me.

A Flap of Crows

The bare branches were shaking,
twigs rattled like ill-fitting teeth.


I thought:
'any moment now
the coal black lumpiness of them
will break a bough,
and all tumble down or up,
creating sky-slides of avian tumult'.


They jousted at each other,
clattering their sharp quilled feathers
like angry Black Knights.

The very air shook as they bounced,
up and down
imitating hooligans on a drunken spree -
rowdy 'caws' assaulting all ears.

Then,
in a sudden spray of alarmed confusion
they scattered, wheeling away,
in every direction.

From behind a thick-glass window,
someone must have muttered:

Shoo!

Enders Game

Started simply sustained systematically 
Sorted out.  Out of bounds boisterously
Bombarding bombing bombastic know how.
How the hooligans hounded the whole house.

Whole house stood on stilts.  
Stilts, still Waters never dry.  
Dry not to drought
Drought today pray it be tomorrow's 
River.  River? So how was horrendous 
Waters run high.  High above what was.

Was dengue fever subsided so
Scientifically speaking the dam 
Had burst water up high.
High up to spaces  never seen
Then it rained.  
Feathered friends flying high
To perch upon evergreens. 
Evergreens are sacred.  
Now you know. 
Excellently Exceptional say all 
Words ending exploiting those
Efficiently ending in enders echoes 
Etching out effecters effortly ends
With intended specialty especially 
Enders game.
Game ending 
Check mate

A Public Message To All Decent Democrats

We want all Democrats to behave
As though they truly and genuinely believe
In a True Democracy
Stop at once the nasty hypocrisy.

Oh! Let the republicans behave
Like they belong in frumpy old cans
Of lies, insurrections, nightmares, hooligans
And right-wing fans who crave and rave.

We want good and credible elections
Not biased and absurd selections
We want Real Democracy.

We want Justice, Freedom and Liberty
For all conscientious and legal voters
In power, we want truth tellers, not liars.

Copyright © October 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

The Horse of Dreams

the horse of dreams

I never had a rocking horse, but having read
about rich kids having one, I wanted one too.
On a dump, I found the tail of a rocking horse
fastened the end to the gate into the yard. 
Sitting on the gate, swinging through and thro
and for a moment, I was Hoppalong Cassidy
till the hinges broke, I fell off.
The owner of the property swore, thought 
it was the work of hooligans.
Years late, mother found the horsetail behind
the wardrobe, by then I was grown up
and didn’t bother with childish things.

Funny You Say Feminism

Cultured, refined, and polished gentlemen?
A thing 
of the past.

Vulgar, brash, and shameless hooligans?
Welcome
to the modern cool.

Elegant, demure, and graceful women?
Controlled, 
imprisoned, and confined.

Immodest, wanton, and uncouth ratchets?
Empowered,
free, and smart.

Who's hands are you
playing into?
It's funny
how 
'feminisim'
and 'empowered women'
is a trick
to further please
male eyes.

Don't be 
fooled.
Society is killing 
itself. 

Wake up,
before -

It's too late.

Hooligans

Armed to kill with their guns and batons, 
How can we defend ourselves against them, 
Hooligans in uniforms with weapons, 
Police preaching peace and protection,
Yet proving themselves a constant contradiction,
As they beat up defenseless innocence, 
And are feared by the mayority of the nation. 
Who protects the people from the police? 
Why are violent thugs given authority?
We give them the power, we let them be,
Turn a blind eye when your friend leaves the cells, 
Battered, bruised, black and blue,
No questioning the law, too scared to sue,
There would be less danger on the streets,
If we unarmed the police, 
If we took back our own authority, of our lives, 
Realise that its our choice, 
To continue believing the hype, 
Why should we live in fear and lose our independence?
I refuse to abide when I dont agree, 
I refuse to conform,
How can it be a crime to disobey,
This means that we are slaves? 
Freewill is inexistent nowadays, 
I wouldnt want to bring a child to this world, 
Where infants are anulled to become consumers,
Slaves who keep the cog turning...
Its sad, but we are born into a prison.

I Never Had a Rocking-Horse

I never had a rocking-horse

Having read books of rich boys having one, I wanted one too.
I found the tail of a rocking horse, at home, I fastened the tail on the gate into the yard.
I sat on the gate swinging through and thro and for a moment
I was Hopalong Cassidy till the hinges broke and I fell off.
There was no witness to my ignominy.
I removed the tail, the gate had nothing to do with me.
The owner of the property swore said it was the work
of hooligans.
Years later, mother found the tail behind the wardrobe
by then I was nearly an adult and didn´t bother about childish things

January 6, 2021

Today... 
I watched in horror as insurrectionists, 
          [hooligans and terrorists] 
          stormed our nation's capital. 
While chaos reigned, I was afraid 
	  our republic was slipping away 
	  at the hands of a radical few. 
I feared this nation might perish 
	  like democracies of ages past 
  	  for lack of patriotic courage. 
I wondered if America would ever sing 
          again the songs of liberty, 
          know the peace of unity.

THIRD PLACE WINNER
Revised and Edited on January 17, 2021

Oh Pinions

Oh the pinions of the mind
grinding gears crunching numbers
or worse - thoughts
into a pulpy mass
of statistics, hearsay,
and abject obfuscation.
In my humble, or not so,
opinions, are the detritus
of ideas filtered through
the hoarders nest of
stacked sentiment
and excess baggage.
Ah, opinion, the bondage
of the brilliant,
the handcuffs
of the hooligans mind.
Opinion, the closed door
to the room of rationality,
the hovel of the "humble" masquerade.
Opinion, the voice of those
who do not listen
yet wait to talk
Ah, opinion
a consensus of confusion
meandering through
the synapses
of statesmen.

6/24/2020

Opinion Poetry Contest

Swans

Calm was the sea where I stood,
The rays of the sun like daggers incising the waters
Now and then a small breeze disturbing the stillness
Nothing could disturb the blue sky not even a small cloud.

The sandwich I was eating filled me up,
Waste not and the piece of bread thrown into the water…..
Within a second a school of sardines surrounded the food
As a parade of glorious proud swans appeared
Detaching lunch was ready.

As Swans are often a symbol of love and fidelity,
And because of their long-lasting, apparently monogamous relationships,
I felt somehow disturbed to see them behave as wild hooligans
Fighting for their hunger.

Sunrise

A gang of hooligans
 marched down to the north 
Through the sandy field
Thier horses wore no hoofs
They fed from our beautiful plantations
And loaded thier sacks with seeds
They drank from our secret springs
And trampled on our gardens 
They tampered with our women
And took away their dignity
They burnt our tongues with whips 
And bath our homes with flames
But its a painful melancholy that
That the vulture’s hands are closed
And its smile is getting broader 
As they walk through the northern reliefs,
Savoring the gentle breeze and sweet melody of the birds
Smoking and revamping their strength
All fingers on the trigger, plotting and boosting their speed
But their saddles are exasperated
As their horses wear no hoofs
They can’t go any further
Than to stand on our secret groove
And be swallowed by the wrath of the earth

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