The least racist person is a racist
The least fascist person is a fascist
The least criminal is a murderer
The least sinner is a big sinner.
The least lawbreaker is a criminal
The least murderer is an animal
The least bad guy is a con artist
The least racist guy is a big racist.
Hell is full of bad guys
Heaven has none
Ask the Priest or a Nun
We are tired of hearing lies.
Lies no longer fly
Words are painful
And indeed powerful
Brave soldiers never die.
Human dignity is not for sale
Pride and respect are not on sale
Love is beautiful and universal
And Peace is never controversial.
Politicians should be role models
Blow the horns and ring the bells
The least racist guy is a big racist
The least fascist dude is a big fascist.
Copyright © January 2018 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The sheriff of Soup Creek has returned from Soup City once more,
after a run in with the judge, some bars and a concrete floor.
We cannot defend Mayor Tom they say it’s against the law,
maybe it’s time for something different, and switch to south paw.
Jenna and I received ten days in jail for contempt of court,
some sensitivity training and a scathing report.
The judge gave me one more chance to turn my nose brown,
or he will take away my badge and run me straight out of town.
We were locked up in jail without a proper investigation,
as for the actual lawbreaker, he just ripped up her citation.
Our saloon owner Jenna is still stuck there in that misguided jail.
They will not release her, and they refuse to grant her bail.
We need some volunteers to help us break her out,
she has not been treated fairly, of this there is no doubt.
They want us to be submissive and turn the other cheek,
but we need to form a posse and bring her back to Soup Creek.
*Image of Fashions by EL.
Unique
I heard, exaggerations, so to speak,
Of where in the world their clothes ware is chic,
In India it's awesome said a Sikh,
Free-flowing sari so graceful and meek,
On Java, fabric prints known as batik,
Smooth Indonesians make profits they eke,
When in Afghanistan argued Derrick,
They wear burqas, fear not being *fasiq,
Changed from animal-skin times, that's unique.
2022 November 02
*1st Place*
Writing Challenge - Unburden a ''U'' Word
~~Constance La France: Judged 2022 November 12
*fasiq; an Islamic lawbreaker, a sinner.
God made man in His own image
to rule over His creation.
Not according to his own whim,
but following God’s dictation.
God’s dominion is based on love,
it’s how He rules heaven above.
Man was to mimic his maker,
not to become a lawbreaker.
Sin ruined the nature of man
and put him at odds with God’s plan.
Man succumbed to the evil force,
whose goal is to keep him off course.
Since man no longer rules himself,
he behaves like an evil elf.
To advance, some scheme, scam, and con
treating their fellowmen as pawns,
God made man to be a caretaker,
but man became an exploiter.
Instead of caring for nature,
mankind became its destroyer.
Instead of being God-centered,
mankind has become self-centered.
Man, who was made for mastery,
finds himself trapped in slavery.
Enslaved by greed’s grueling gore,
to vices sore, man’s made a whore.
The intense craving for pleasure
tortures his soul beyond measure.
The ruin that man’s ruling causes
can only in one way find pause.
If man yields to his Maker’s rule
and ceases behaving like a mule.
Growing are the grumbles
By a Gathering of Humbles:
A skyrocketing effort to change an unchanging Dinah,
In figures, now closely chasing the population of China:
The grumbles, a fast succeeding siege against the judge
Now set to hit Justice where it hurts…
The earlier mumbles a saintly grudge
Whose holder unrestrainedly blurts.
A wig is helping an untiring lawbreaker,
Scheming to the wrong guy dump in rancorous jail;
One hell of a faking hostage taker
Juggling with sacred laws and trying to not fail!
Now, it’s an uncannily crappy proceeding,
All the jurors alive to the misleading:
The not guilty to soon watch the outside world from Dark Keyhole
The veritable Child of Judicial Remote Control.
Now, the grumbles are preaching
A second long look at the interpreter,
The earlier mumbles alleging a bewitching
Of the chosen typewriter;
The mumbles also cocksure of a garage
Groaning under the weight of new Toyota Cams
The grumbles amplifying to barrage
Judge’s recent receipts of Justice-perverting big yams.
‘Lest I’m alive breathing?
Like a gentle man would say-
Wisely pouring my pen ‘II
Be to write all through my days.
Chanting justice my hand must aid
For the sacred zeal ‘s my birth made.
Lest I’m alive breathing
From coast to sea justice need sail,
Why stark mortals dashed out to jail?
Till forth comes death to snatch their bails?
Longer I’m alive breathing
Lest spoils prevail till end of time
No lawbreaker my tong’ will hail
Lest law fetters and justice fails
Truth must gear my tongue to wail.
These Arms Long To Hold You
The first time we met, I knew you were stress,
Met again, and again, I stopped counting,
Your photo at work, cannot stop glancing,
Promised me, you would not leave, you said yes.
Signed the papers and all within minutes,
Not a couple, a temporary tease,
For the guys in the office, that did please,
Your life seemed always joined to some pivots.
Hope your past, is no longer your present,
After all, you did give me your promise,
Not go church on me, a doubting Thomas,
Chose a path away from me, not was meant.
You had me believe that your words were true,
Promised your word, signed here your signature,
Well, lawbreaker, you are my prisoner,
I am the law, these arms long to hold you.
2019 September 22
*1st Place*
All Yours (May 23)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 May 23
*3rd Place*
Pick A Title, Vol 9 - Enclosed Rhyme
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2019 October 03
#2. These Arms Long To Hold You
pretence
where lies are common to be polite and opinions
are only accepted if it is the realm of what is
viewed as the norm and must not be overstepped.
I believe in the free expression but am sceptical of the free will as it will only bring chaos such as abortion as on the whim of the day. You can say I`m an authoritarian ascertain order has to follow the law of nature, which many consider as an infringement of rights.
What Right!
Europe has a shrinking population thanks
to the idea that the morality of the unwritten law
that can be overlooked without any consequence
of the future generation.
Abortion is capitalist thinking eat your cake today
and never mind what happens when we have gone.
The rule of law
There was a storm over Sahara; waves of sand flew up, up, up
– I wrote "up" thrice because my grammar checker tells me I can`t
it tend to be intrusive,- transformed into white dust it mixed
with indigo clouds, drifted to Algarve and shed tonnes of dust
layers of dust everywhere the morning village looked like
a ghost town, we scan the sky hope for proper rain the type
that clean and makes you wet, but it is a perilous wish, a deluge
can last for days inundate the basement and drown a family
of mice that live in accord are so discreet I have not seen them;
more than can be said about the eleven million illegals in the USA
that with the blessing by rancorous Democrats that let them rules
the political agenda and give lawbreaker a safe heaven, where
they are free to insult the president and the rule of law
Every law he ever saw,
He broke.
Every rule they ever made,
He treated as a joke.
From criminal to civil code,
No matter where he went,
He seemed to think that every code
Was made for him to circumvent.
He perjured and extorted,
And contorted legal facts.
And, just to spite the IRS,
He cheated on his income tax.
Ordinances were his to break,
At every whim and notion.
He even did his best to break
Sir Isaac Newton's laws of motion.
Contempt, he showed for every rule,
By laughing in its face.
He broke the law of gravity,
And vanished into outer space.