Dr Bay reinstated but hey.' Did he commit some crime?
Is that on our minds.? Well he had argued for medical
Discretion in the matter of that dratted injection.' A body
Known as A H P R A not in government ranks.' Acted real
Ilegal just slapping in bans, hounding and harrasing good
Practitioners who showed any impartiality ! And their hubris arose, they banned coreners from publishing results
Of deaths..' no stoop was too lowley, no remorse no
Regret, yet now have lost a court ruling Dr Bay is now free
To discourse to warn others, this sounds good to me.'
"Birds care not for whom they sing"-Silent One
Your happiness or sadness does not matter to her
Because there's simply none that she prefers.
If it's morning, noon, or afternoon,
She requires no inspiration from the moon.
Whether king or queen, royalty or commoner,
Glowed with impartiality, she lifts her
voice with a heart never purer.
Her maker summons and the bell rings.
When she hears the bell, she simply sings.
Every part of her being releases all that's within.
And there is no comparison to what she brings
To the musical table for myriads of needy souls.
She gives it all to all, for all, before the bell tolls.
Justice has finally and ultimately prevailed.
The flag of justice and equality is unveiled.
Not only should the guilty commoners be jailed;
Rich, flamboyant, opulent and powerful people
Have their spots in jail also, if they violated,
The laws of the Land too. Guilty purple
Ones must, of course, be incarcerated.
Nobody is above the rules and the law.
Today, I’m giving it to you ‘raw’,
As red as the blood of beef meat.
Justice has finally taken a well-deserved seat,
At the table, on behalf of all to tell it, with ease,
With fairness and with impartiality, like it is,
Somewhere, at the bottom of the harbor, Lady Justice
Is watching divinely and quietly in peace.
Politics is often complicated, filthy and dirty,
And corrupt politicians are evil and naughty.
The dark days of America are rightfully so over.
My friends, slavery and systemic racism are like cancer.
We are still fighting the battles and the vestiges
Of the ugly days in America. The messages
Are loud and clear: nobody is above the law.
Always remember what we read and saw.
Copyright © May 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Screen of Awareness
Look up!
From tedium uncertainty -
Focus on an impartial pure lens -
Blank screen of nothing shows pulses of the soul,-
Flashing test patterns of unbiased ambivalence
And the veracity of a changing diorama.
Pause
Before the imagery in reflections
Of history’s emotionless mistress
Moments hidden
Held captive in blinking time windows -
Independent sentinel of a detached empirical.
Open
To the neutral sentience
Of a silent silvered screen
Devoid of snarled motion pictures,
Curved dolby lacking judgements,
Conscious docudrama premiered on perpetual loops!
Witness honesty
Shadowing boxing with equivocal revelation
Heartbeats captured in subjectivity’s vertigo
See screen tests of impartiality,
In amber awareness like clanging signals
For a slow train of approaching objectivity.
5-20-23
Contest: Screen of Awareness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
It’s very hard for someone to define
exactly what a woman is, for there
are things today that cause folks to decline
from speaking out about the sex more “fair.”
More women show impartiality
more often than do men - a proven fact,
while men are prone more to brutality,
but with compassion girls more often act.
The feminists will hate this, but I say
that motherhood is better suited for
the female, for God fashioned her that way
through chromosomes and at her spirit's core.
A woman is God’s precious work of art
because she molds the future with her heart.
April 11, 2022
(Of course there are always exceptions to the rule, but I have found these thoughts of mine generally to be true; obviously a woman is born with "parts" and other types of aspects that make her different from a man, but I did not want to focus on every single thing)
For Anthony Biaanco's U Choose Poetry Contest: Theme #1: Define a woman
The Nation of Australia, A land my heart holds dear
You have had your spirit tested, as foul people
Weilded
Fear, yet they know you not as I do.' For your strength
Is deep and strong.' Your minds are mostly fair; your
Intention straight through; clear and long' as you rise your eyes
Are glinting, you sense your time is near I can feel
It's building higher, your desire for the fight, is here
To re-take
Rights now subverted, You'll take the chance to
Make it right.' So Demand the governor general. ' Remind
Him of his charge, to protect the rights, of people for
Who he's there to care.' Or is he bought and paid
Off? His impartiality a lie.? Perhaps just a gutless
Coward deaf to my nations outcry.? WELL I ADVISE THAT
HE SHOULD LISTEN, FOR THERE'S ONE ALMIGHTY
DIN, THEY ARE GATHERING IN CANBERRA BECAUSE OF THE
'CALLOUSNESS WITHIN.' So be either with the people or
Stand with the condemned' it's time to put up now; or shut up.'
And accept your part in this sin. With two years of inhuman trend.'
What are your intentions David Hurley? Have you a heart?
To even try and make amends.?
Partisanship
Is a towering ship
Complete with a hoisted flag,
Not a flying, dying rag
Her height chasing Heaven,
Her crew certain that she is a haven;
The Civil Service only
To not on her embark,
To keep acting the Lonely
And it keep avoiding like a starving shark…
For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil
And as Partisans, free elections foil;
By this vessel robbed of Impartiality
And by it drained of Neutrality!
Partisanship
Is further a contemptible illness:
A crazy political worship
Of one with your own very weakness;
On the presiding seat
To sometimes ignite a worse heat!
And I reckon, Partisanship
Is a determined focusing flea:
To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree
And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea!
A conquering army
Easily making barmy,
When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy
And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy;
Now and then stomaching invisible bullets
Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.
Poets, Humilty And Power
H....Honoring all poets
U....Upbuilding everyone
M...Mirific..one who works
wonders
I.....Impartiality to all whether
great or small.
L....Loving., wanting nothing in
return, not ever
I.....Inspiring each another
T...Twinkling heart with
thankfulness for all your
Poet Family
Y....You, the poet, who can
greatly effect humanity.
December 31, 2019
What kind of sadistic delirium dwells in an
obtuse parent whose child emulates their
behavior in showing it is okay to bully other
children whose only egregious fault is shyness?
Bullied and tormented and teased to tears,
emotional scars that will last for years in
self flagellating inferiority and a sense of
worthlessness a delicate child withholds.
Indigent children may be bullied to the point
of contemplating suicide. Or worse yet become
a bully themselves. To consecrate such actions
of their child, who so berates another, makes the
parent even more responsible than their child.
Principals who mediate are in a quandary of
showing impartiality yet fairness, awakening
every sense to protect the bullied child.
Insightful teachers are becoming more aware
as they try to teach these bullies to have respect.
I've seen that child who cries, but fears to tell.
8-29-19
Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest 1. OBTUSE 2.INDIGENT 3.EGREGIOUS 4. DELIRIUM 5.DELICATE 6. CONSECRATE 7.MEDIATE 8. AWAKENING
Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
H....Honoring all poets
U....Upbuilding everyone
M...Mirific..one who works
wonders
I....Impartiality to all whether
great or small
L...Loving.,wanting nothing in
return, not ever
I....Inspiring each another
T...Twinkling heart with
thankfulness for all your
Poet Family
Y....You, the poet,who can
greatly effect humanity!
June 27, 2019
Fair play in virtue has been unwarranted as of late,
for a new world of justice we need to decide to create.
Morality and uprightness should be bestowed with ease,
and allow all the poor prejudice and cruelty to cease.
Let’s all gather and break bread, it’s time to liberate.
Come take my hand and join me in a new life of rectitude.
Speak without a dirty tongue with a positive attitude.
Please seek this as I do and be righteous and just,
for honesty and impartiality is definitely a must.
Show integrity and fairness…give thanks in gratitude.
December 18, 2018
Trees blossoming in the spring time are beautiful. The
milky white petals, soft pink petals and lime green ones
softly falling to the ground by the soft spring breezes
The beautiful trees more profoundly majestic by the background
of poverty, desolated buildings and
perhaps...?
They know not where they are, what part of the city
that they are in or care.
They just want to bring joy to all by their beauty.
They speak volumes of their creator's impartiality.
Their branches stretch up to the sky as if to shake
their creator's hand or give Him a high five.
As if to say "Thanks for letting us bloom everywhere."
Blossom, blossom and blossom everywhere.
The Judge
When God rolls off the lips,
Of lay persons and scholars alike:
Words such as Omnipotent, Omnipresent,
Omniscience and Everlasting
Come to mind.
By definition unrestrained by human attributes,
Unbounded by plurality.
—Swear indeed upon the Book.
It is the gavel’s weight that strikes the anvil,
And puts to rest the case before the Banc.
Merciful prudence to prevail impartiality,
When the heart is weighed against the feather of truth;
As civilization is judged.
***
Note:
Banc (Merriam-Webster Dictionary - French, noun): is the bench on which the judges of a court sit.
All in lies
and to hope betrayed
this human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart
All divest by such noncommittal love
all broken by the dreamings of
but to its feet lays petition
for the signatures of psychopaths
All becomes contrary to the heart
endorsement beneath threat
to stand alone
with all this frigid hate
Corpses by numbers capitulate
compiled in easy flippant verbiage
designates a willful slaughter
for all the love of peace
and with petty price elucidate
the why-fores agony
wherefores impartiality
signed away by sociopaths
So all becomes this frigid hate
and ruled by the secular dictators of death
a human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart
One day a petulant pomegranate was racing around, hardly listening anymore tho the pips inside. But the pips inside were full and bursting with wisdom ready to impart upon other passing fruits and veg. But not meat. That was already dead really so no new information or education could be instructed. And it bounced and bounced and bounced like a little raging ball of energy. Impartiality impregnates improper introductory informative infer. And so the dust cart laughed. And laughed. Laughed so hard that the land was smothered in dust and flakes and water vapours poured from the eyes of a small white cherry bun.
And certainly the end format is the given fragrance.
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