the hypnotist begins his act
pendulum sways.
his voice is slow and melodic
“you are getting sleepy”
the next thing I know I hear
“deeper and deeper”
someone takes my hand
leads me to the stage
I am told to skip around like a chicken
and bark like a dog, which I do without thought
this delights my students
I am so suggestable,
They come every year just to see me.
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.
She was not fully hypnotized; she knew that.
However, she was in a delicate dream state
That made her feel more complete than she had before…
She ran frantically to the first door.
It was locked up tightly; would not budge.
She banged, screamed and cried, desperate to get in there.
Her therapist touched her gently.
Said something to try and calm her.
She turned and saw another door, began running wildly.
She knew that she was not hypnotized because she did not believe in it.
However, she desperately wanted to open that door
Knowing a lost piece of herself was inside, waiting.
Cain Reversal II
The blood must be re-claimed from the soil
With the heavy bodies bent with lust and toil
Each rivening day strifing the rule of the garden
The mohammedans straking for some pardon
Not for themselves or all alone under banished sky
For all the abandoned who look forward to die
Nothing so simple as an unwanted blessing
A mercenary corp of doctors or hessians
The great stock of whisky, a limited edition
A dusty tome of Aristotle and keen erudition
Prophetic Angel, Skytree, the verse of Gibran
Oracle of Day, Holy Moses, rocket of Kahlil
We go to the New Stars, Heavens Reverse
All foretold and Pointed, Reverse Engineered
The Worlds Prepared Before and Inhabited Too
Nothing left to Starve or Bewitch from the Dew
Unfathomable Promise, Time without End,
The Count of Sand or Heather and Mountains Portend
Hideous hank hoisted
smoothened scrunched sculpted
tactic turn twisting
scared surges skipping
smithereens into span
contracted turbulent trance
vile vibed passion
inflected per punctures
birthed by seizures
damped draws drooping
growling gaunt gaiety
lanky lust lurching
ensconced eyes envisaged
weary lids wakes.
19:11:13:13:20
Have you ever been hypnotized?
I was always the one they led up to the stage from the audience.
I could be so easily hypnotized it was nuts.
Infatuated by it, I took some classes
Teaching me how to hypnotize others.
Dr. Hickman was teaching them.
She gave me a book.
Hypnotherapy by Dr. Irene Hickman.
I was not ready for this.
I thought it was a bunch of hooey.
I did not appreciate the book or her autograph.
Ten years later fate threw me into a hypnotherapy course.
I am now a licensed hypnotherapist. Wishing I had not
been so hasty.
I had thrown away the book.
Feel badly now, as Dr. Irene Hickman
Was one of three people instrumental in
Introducing hypnotherapy to the United States.
I was shocked when I took the course,
And learned that the woman who desperately
Wanted to intern me years earlier was one of
The pioneers.
She was a calm, quiet, older, eighty-year old who spoke softly….
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