Fridge Magnets
I love my
fridge magnets. They’re much quicker than me at
combining numbers so I
pay them to do all
large number or
quantity questions in
my math tests and
homework assignments. We have a
special way of
communicating.
Wormwoods
Sometimes I have a
large number of
pinkie nail-sized wormwood nodding off in
my arms. I don’t mind. They sometimes rid the
condensation in
my warm bedroom.
After nearly a year
Hamas released four October 7th hostages.
Unfortunately, they're all deceased
tossed away, like ballast, from a sinking beast.
Will they be mentioned at the DNC
will they be remembered by anybody.
Does any still remember October 7th
September 11th
the ghettos of Warsaw
or the ovens of Eichman
We have forgotten!
Trojanesque horses have entered through the globalist gate
purely in the name of a new world disorder of calamity.
The elitist ribbon and perfume it as tolerance and diversity.
{Diversity only works when hate is taken out of the equation.
tolerance is feasible but only in the wake of a common vision.}
However, a large number of participants are cross-eyed or blinded.
There is an unhealthy growing tolerance for terror
but little empathy for the innocent and the common man.
The people have turned into sheep too frightened to speak
Herded by their master's into endless shadows
from which they'll not reemerge from their sleep.
We have forgotten but we'll soon be reminded...
by a maelstrom of mayhem and violence.
Autumn, the present season
Changes of cadences and colors
It's a very charming time
Which only lies in errors.
The leaves are no longer green
Except those of the everlasting firs
A large number of sentinel birds
Leave, because they are less alert.
Fall is a beautiful and dark season
Which is between the cool and the cold
It's time to decorate the homes
For the feasts of the believers, and for the loas.
Autumn is here; the leaves are falling
On the damp lawns and on the graves
Winter will be more severe this year
And the buds will be absent on the glaciers.
Autumn is picturesque and melancholic
The ladies start to hide their bodies
Bit by bit. The smiles become dramatic
As we celebrate the living and the dead.
Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
This is a translation of the poem: 'L'Automne Est Là' by Hebert Logerie
Autumn, the present season
Changes of cadences and colors
It's a very charming time
Which only lies in errors.
The leaves are no longer green
Except those of the everlasting firs
A large number of sentinel birds
Leave, because they are less alert.
Autumn is a beautiful and dark season
Which is between the cool and the cold
It's time to decorate the homes
For the feasts of the believers, and for the loas.
Autumn is here; the leaves are falling
On the damp lawns and on the graves
Winter will be more severe this year
And the buds will be absent on the glaciers.
Autumn is picturesque and melancholic
The ladies start to hide their bodies
Bit by bit. The smiles become dramatic
As we celebrate the living and the dead.
Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
O how she lamented in Ramah,
over the innocent children,
who were no more,
Herod. heinous and deranged,
killed all children under two years old
and she was severely sore.
But today Rachel still weeps inconsolably
over the millions being killed every day.
Notes:
Originally Rachael lamented because she died after child birth. This happened after she was barren for many year. See Genesis.
Hundreds of years passed when Herod killed the Innocent babes. Bethlehem was very small. No one knows the number of killed babies but it could not have been a large number.
circumlocution
noun ser-kum-loh-KYOO-shun
1 : the use of an unnecessarily large number of words to express an idea
2 : evasion in speech
Who did this to you
Who wounded you this bad
Who casted a stone on you
And left your story sad
They came in large number
Singing the same song
The song of death and danger
With a hungry eager tongue
I heard you stole a meat
Yet no meat was found on you
How brutally the demons beat
an innocent angel like you
They have casted their stones
Committed their jungle justice
For I must cast my own
Seeking my Jerry's justice
Trump Cashes In Again
Trump cashes in again on backlashes,
While many people he always trashes,
Since a tyke,
No one did like;
Orange shower is color of eye lashes.
Jim Horn
a strong and adverse reaction by a large number of people,
especially to a social or political development.
Walmart's single most popular item is bananas
Noticed a large number of buyers have real hairy asses
Is there a correlation
That causes vibrations
Actually, when I pass trees, I emote happy gasses
Modern vanity is a fluid thing.
It is no longer defined by one's beauty -
It seems not to matter whether talent exists,
Or if scholarship rises to the fore
And no one cares if we can draw or paint
Or run or jump or swim for a long while.
Golden hair is no longer questioned or
Debated regarding natural color or curl.
Vanity comes from the number of "friends"
On Facebook and a large number of thumbs up
Called "likes" - along with copious "shares".
Not on the vanities lists these days is manual skill.
But highest on the vanities list, and no contest,
Are "selfies" showing just where we are -
And who is important enough
To hang out with us.
Modern vanity is a fluid thing, but it is
Never shy.
7/7/20i7
For contest Modern Vanity for Lewis Raynes
I was motivated by My Parting Gift by
Andrea Dietrich to write this poem.
After from an old day, I am departing
Tomorrow a new one will be starting
Seeing how much God meant to me
Opened my eyes so clearly can see.
Up my many sins may be mounting
Large number and difficult when counting
And for me always is God's objective
To love neighbors and be less selective.
Write more poems have motivated me on
And will do so again at the next new dawn
After each poem of mine had been done
God had saved me and He was the one.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Loud,strong and audible from far,
His voice is of a professor
Who had taught a large number,
And it belongs to my father.
The voice that once narrated stories
To put me to sleep all night.
The noise that now awakens
And brings me to daylight.
The tone of love that cares for me,
The one that prays for my welfare,
Making me feel safe and secure
And which I wish to hear forever.
Family’s
Family’s are tough
Family’ do but sometimes
don’t keep in touch
Family’s sometimes fight
And sometimes cant decide
What is right
Family’s sometimes are a shame
And they play that not it my fought
Name game
Family’s most of the time
All love one other
But this is sometimes not true
With some sisters and brothers
Family’s may conceit of a large number
of people or very small
They may have different colored hair
Or some may be short or very tall
Family’s are you and me
There aunts and uncles
And nephew and nieces
But Grandma and pa
Is the people who hold all the pieces
Family’s I feel are made from God above
It was Adam and Eve,, in the beginning
I do believe
So if your lucky enough to have
a family alive and not yet dead
Pick up the phone and call them
Ask how are you, , and why have you not called
Is it something I might of said/
And try not to get mad
And hold a grudge instead
Family weather you like it or not
It what we are
Last year or last week or tomorrow
Oh I almost for got about Grandkids
They are the best if your lucky enough to have them
Oh just ask a Grandparent they will tell you the rest,,,,
Family’s
These midgit's live in a big castle.
Where getting around's a big hassle.
They looked for a way.
So that they could stay.
But the steps, too much of a passel*.
* Passel : large number or amount.
P. C. P. S. No offense intended with the use of the word midgit's. Peace. :)
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