There are two Americas today
One that puts its faith in the system
The other that puts it in the people
The first is the Left
The second is the Right
And this is the way it has always been
One side relying on the power of the State
To impose its will on the individual
The other side relying on the individual
To build, protect, support and celebrate this nation
The irony of course is the system
Relies on, and feeds off of these very individuals
One side wants to tear this nation down
To rebuild it in a vision of hope and change
The other wants to build on its traditional foundation
To simply make it great again
And make it even better
The Left and Right are not two wings
Of a single birds
Not two sides of one coin
They are instead two fundamentally different
Visions of what is right and wrong
What is the light and the dark
America, we are at a crossroad
What will it be, fun and freedom
Or anxiety, depression and terror of tyranny
(9/9/26)
AXES OF LIBERTY
Trump-axes seek trees
Bearing liberating fruits:
Their reapings denied:-
Ere the morning dew rises through
stems of sleepy flowers
Peter Sellers mounts his comely steed
heads for the red and white tower
Relief for the night watch he provides
all these years, where no one’s died
or even been injured in the slightest
Tonight though Peter has a premonition
Clouds are circling, winds howling
Birds twitter in mass confusion
The sky crackles ~ truth or illusion
He hearkens back to Ancient Rome
when Ides of March
upended the great Caesar
Would those of August today eliminate him?
Sellers sallied forth, insecurely secured in the saddle
when his steed suddenly bolted
far into the woods where he could be free
from the tyranny of waiting for a ship to drown
since 1963
Melissa and Aaron created wedding cakes
When asked to make one for gays, they declined
The state of Oregon didn't give them any breaks
To religious conscience, the state was blind.
Over a hundred thousand was confiscated to start
They were told to make such cakes in future
Given a gag order, not to say what's in their heart
Then came an online surge of hate
Their life and their kid's lives got threats
Their truck was vandalized, they had to move
Melissa and Aaron may have had regrets
But went to the Supreme court their case to prove.
The U.S. Supreme court said that the state
can't force them to violate their belief
In free lands you shouldn't crush debate
With anonymous messages like a thief.
The Klein's bible condemned how some behave
The Kleins didn't hurt anyone, they left folks alone
To assert their beliefs, they shouldn't have to be brave
And waste years defending against a mob with stones.
Tye dye in July
60s shirt now revised
Bellbottom jeans hug backside
Long lean with dreamy eyes
Colorful fireworks in night sky
Red white blue patriotic pride
America so cool despite it’s lies
Many come find new life new tries
They’ll find joy they’ll find peach pain
Surprised by the voids and green games
How annoyed that money allows gains
Lady Liberty can see but can she change
Change the fuchsia fallacy creating a coup
Verify violet validity unveiling turquoise truth
Retiring old men fat of old money old dreams
Inspiring future generations keep persevering
They took our country from us,
They took our lands from us.
Yet could not chain our voice,
Nor silence freedom's poise.
They burnt our homes to dust,
They crushed our dreams unjust.
But still we rise with flame,
With liberty in name.
They're harming our people,
They're killing our lives.
They are the most punishable,
In depth of our eyes.
Are you people ready for
Liberty or death?
Our goal stands for
Liberty or death.
Our freedom is our breath,
Our oath is liberty or death.
We'll break their chain,
Or perish in the rain.
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦ gets to be a friend --
Between its Ponderous face
And Ours -- a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ express --
And in its narrow Eyes --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ look with gratitude
For the appointed Beam
It deal us -- ¦¦¦¦¦¦ as our food --
¦¦¦ hungered for -- the same --
We learn ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦¦ answer to ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ a sound -- at first --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
When Memory was a Boy --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ --
The Posture of the Key
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ -- ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ of Liberty --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
Whose features -- Day and Night --
Are present to us -- ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ -- ¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
The slow ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ -- Content
Too steep for ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
The Liberty we knew
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ like a Dream --
Too wide for any Night but Heaven --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ -- indeed -- redeem --
(Blackout of A Prison gets to be a friend -- by Emily Dickinson)
The old bell's echo still lingers in the air,
Not only in museums, but in the lives we share.
Through weathered words and faded ink,
We honor those who dared to dream and dared to think.
Yet freedom is not frozen in the past,
It grows with every year that passes fast.
In every song, each brushstroke that is bright,
New voices carry history into light.
The fireworks bloom where the stars belong,
A modern chorus joins an ancient song.
Remembering where our journey began,
While shaping tomorrow with hopeful hands.
This Fourth of July, may we celebrate both,
The courage of yesterday and the promise of growth.
For liberty only lives when hearts remain free,
Creating a future worthy of history.
Standing proud on the Hudson River
Built for the world to see
Essence golden
Encouraging immigrants to visit America and stay
Beacon of Hope
Setting the standards of desire
Transformation into survival reality
Lady Liberty entry
Embarking full force on Freedom
Wisdom understanding
Journeying ships far and wide
Everlasting commitment
Tomorrow and arriving today permanent
Around the globe a set sail
Dreams mounted without fail
Multitudes of heritage
Languages spoken from every native tongue
New York City renaissance of transcend
Lady Liberty assurance
Constitution policy like insurance
Total guarantee
Lady Liberty concept with an agenda being a promise.
Walking beside you my best friend.
Over the years I have lost myself so many times.
Only finding I am still here not alone.
Under the clouds I await My Lord.
Questions of loss and questions of my heart.
Open to the call of the birds.
My Jesus thank you for loving me.
Knights of Valor of Old I regard Jesus as my best friend.
Love is who I must be cause Love created me.
Lights align my path I follow Jesus way.
Juniper freedom and Juniper dreams.
I surrender to You Lord Jesus thank you.
Alone but I belong to Jesus so I am Never alone.
Star lights, Yuma cells, York walls crashing down.
Moon pies devour my spirit yet forever saved by Yeshua my Jay Bird.
Jesus thank you for freeing my soul. Thank you Jesus for giving me life.
‘I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America,’
Where elephants and donkeys in the media prompt hysteria,
‘And to the Republic for which it stands,’
Devotion lies in political assassinations if one doesn’t comply or withstand,
‘One Nation under God,’
Whilst following religious law and trading faith for facade,
‘Indivisible,’
Indefensible,
‘With liberty and justice for all,’
With negligence for protocol.
This is probably the most difficult thing
To find these days
People are dying senselessly in mass shooting
Like ice pellets on snowy days
We are all shocked and amazed
In watching the around-the-clock news
Nobody in their right mind will be amused
By the absurd massacres of the innocents
Let’s find a way to stop all violence
Let’s pray for peaceful means
Let’s repent our sins
Let’s find solutions to our problems
Let’s stop the bloodshed
And extinguish the old flames
Of hate and bigotry, and the fire of hatred
Let’s bury them in the sand, my friends
With amicable and compassionate hands
Let’s find peace within ourselves
Let’s picture God on our walls, on our shelves
Let’s smile and wave to each other
Let’s care for each other, let’s love each other.
Copyright © December 4, 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Out of the brokenness
Comes beauty
Something once hidden
Is now free
Free to be seen
Free to fly
Free to live
Before it was bound
Strangled
Barely hanging on
Desperate
Sometimes it begins with a small crack
Then
There are times
A sudden bursting
Regardless of how
Regardless of when
Regardless of why
Out of the brokenness
Deliverance
A bursting forth in a brilliance of light
Live
Fly
Freedom is yours.
©Deborah Seale 2026
They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.
Mable Bee the magnificent invited us to her house for a spell
I am going to turn my familiar into a liberty bell.
Allasha allushia alligawee and quick
She swizzled her wand with a kind of a flick
Her black cat was still a cat, but purple you see
She pretended it was her plan all along, Mable Bee
The rest of us remembered she had failed spells 101 at school
But we kept our voices silent, for that is the unwritten witch rule.
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