I must confess, I get a crush
I wish to banish my eyes that haunt
But I gat a heart rush
Though wants it cooled and kept
I get it real bad
Yet wish I never had
Wanting everything she has
May be I wish for the death of silent vaults
The swift in her smiles
What a glee she got in her eyes
I want to taste her lips
I wonder they could taste like her
I wish it gets slowed down
But won't mind her magic touch
To ceil my head a canopy
Could have wish I am secured
Enclosed in a save underground room
Really wants myself drawn
In the cruet of her balm
Seems my swift is so sluggish
What if my wildness is impeached
May be then you would come to me as much
on the walls of life
every lie illustrated
every truth impeached
Who’s mugshot was seen around the world
Who is infamous for being impeached
Who’s hair defies wind with no curl
With orange skin from spray tanning
Who could be so obnoxious indeed
And it give a polling up bump
Who can’t keep his hands to himself
Ironically his name rhymes with rump
Dear Evangelicals,
Did you drink the Kool aid,
or perhaps it was the bleach?
Now wanting to reelect a President
who should have been impeached!
What about those values that Christ did teach?
May be you no longer care about the Capitol police..
This monied man, an immoral leader
whose prompted up by a massive maga meter..
Donald Trump is skilled at marketing his brand
and spreading his divisiveness where ever he can..
Christ over threw the money tables when in the
temple he went.
Donald Trump is not your savior.
He's no Clark Kent!
Ol' honest Abe,
Is turning over in his grave.
While Donnie & his clan,
Continue to misbehave.
I think it's fair to say,
That the GOP is long gone.
Overtaken by MAGA sheeple,
Well beyond wrong.
Traveling along a path
That impeached & indicts.
As the courts are left to judge,
Any remaining rights.
Testing foundations of democracy,
Like its never been before.
The world watches the drama,
Like reality TV, it can't ignore.
Yet from my view I can see
Almost too many crimes.
That will burden the
Judiciary, multiple times.
In the end, will convictions
Return justice to those in need?
And the people retain their power,
To nullify the greed.
Although some seem unconcerned,
Finding little fault or fight.
My fears are seeing exponents,
In the equation of wrong and right.
When opposing views are fundamental,
The roots of truth spread wide and far.
While stretching realities fabric, to a
Conforming figure, and liar.
The conflicts cover the landscape,
From the highest point, to all beneath.
And the battles are often bloody,
As those combatants are losing teeth.
Does our humanity find some clarity,
Within this fog of discontent?
Or does it fall victim to the smoke,
With no insurance to pay the rent?
In all my years before, these many
Worries were never reached.
Yet my hopes will seek survival,
As justice sanctions, those impeached.
Here we are huntin' the son of Joe Biden
Hmm, I wonder with whom it is we're siden'?
Trump was impeached twice
Revenge might be nice
Freeze you darn Bidens! Let's see what yer hiden'
11/22/22
FIFTH PLACE
The Bidens Poetry Contest
Sponsored: Anthony Biaanco
The "speech" should have been on Halloween.
His props were a garish blood-red backdrop.
Flanked by two concrete, stiff Marines.
This scarecrow of a president (who bellows about unity).
Just threatened to unleash F17'S on half the US citizens.
Because they don't think like him.
Will he even remember what he said?
His brain is about the size of a pumpkin seed.
For making terroristic threats against the U.S citizens...
he should be impeached-
A season of sadness
A season of sorrow
No one knows what tomorrow
Will bring at this hour of madness
A president is being impeached
Lots of foolish wars are going on
Does it make sense to be rich?
Lots of frivolous fights are going on
Life is so darn unusual and fragile
We come and we go like that
Yet, some people are so vile
Something is going on, there's a plot
Somewhere. People are dying
Too many of our brothers and sisters
Are being killed. How many years
Do we have left on earth? Nobody knows
Yet, we act and behave like we are eternal
How many hours do we need to pause
To think, so we can be spiritual?
Death comes without blowing a whistle
Without whispering like a summer wind
Life is indeed highly volatile and brittle
Death brings grief. Death is never a friend
Death brings pain. Death is fatal
Death kills like a ferocious animal
This is the season of sadness
This is the season of madness.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
A season of sadness
A season of sorrow
No one knows what tomorrow
Will bring at this hour of madness
A president is being impeached
Lots of foolish wars are going on
Does it make sense to be rich?
Lots of frivolous fights are going on
Life is so darn unusual and fragile
We come and we go like that
Yet, some people are so vile
Something is going on, there's a plot
Somewhere. People are dying
Too many of our brothers and sisters
Are being killed. How many years
Do we have left on earth? Nobody knows
Yet, we act and behave like we are eternal
How many hours do we need to pause
To think, so we can be spiritual?
Death comes without blowing a whistle
Without whispering like a summer wind
Life is indeed highly volatile and brittle
Death brings grief. Death is never a friend
Death brings pain. Death is fatal
Death kills like a ferocious animal
This is the season of sadness
This is the season of madness.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Old Man Biden
Dat old Joe Biden
He must know somethin
But seems like nothin
But he keeps rollin
He Keeps on rollin along
Old man Biden
dat old man Biden
While country’s slidin
He stays in hidin
He keeps on stumbling
He keeps on bumbling along
His best advice is
To find a crisis
Like climate change or
Some ‘viralitis’
With this malarkey
Then his autarchy goes on
You may work hard
With sweat and strain
Then make a little money
And you get the blame
But stay at home
In feckless glee
Or walk across the border
Get it all for free
When he starts speakin
Your brain starts freakin
Mind in absentia
Could it be dementia
We took our gambles
Now he just rambles along
Be he impeached
Or he be beseeched
To vacate his space
Look what takes his place!
So let old gone Joe
Let Old Sleepy Joe
Just keep on rollin along
Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo,
drums beat loud, a finger shows
Tigers prowl within our reach
—on tippytoes our fate impeached
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Don - they tell me you're leaving
I can't believe it's true,
that we’ll get to live without you.
You’ll go away - govern-mentally,
after all this pain and misery.
When you go - I won’t miss you,
You never said a thing that was true.
Remember when - you hoaxed the virus fight.
What an idiot - you never got it right.
Trump never cared - for me or you,
but we might survive now that he's through.
So let’s discuss - the insurrection -
you provoked when you lost the election.
You got impeached for time number two
who said breaking up was hard to do?
Let’s say goodbye - and let it be,
I hear you’re going to do - Trump TV?
About the time you get that set up,
New York will come and lock you up.
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
I don’t believe Donald Trump should be impeached,
He’s brought light to the Presidency, a dynasty,
Of a long line of ‘born again’ believers, screeched,
Wiling government into a god-inspired fallacy.
Burocracy is not an heuristic term or value judgement -
It’s a rational roll of reasonable deliberations, business,
Mirroring the typical American citizen as sediment,
Which Mr Trump places, to his credit and best guess.
He’s not a force for power without love and freedom,
Stealing smiles from unlikely Democrats, Pub’s alike,
He gives the lesser the right to arbitrate and custom,
When climbing the hierarchy an eager workers’ hike.
He’s not killed five people, an individual’s sadness,
Another quinquennial would see America great again,
With Covid faced squarely and firmly by flatness,
Joe Biden will take it as efficient, practical and fain.
Let the people speak from the Representative’s House,
Not one view, but proffering all view’s to regulate,
Bold with speech, he’s turned the stiff upper clouse,
Into commerce’s flutter, so please give a vulgate.
Dominique Webb
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