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Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To murder and to eliminate potential enemies
Fires of hate, fires of hell that kill families
Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea
Fire, natural fires in California
Fire, deadly fires in Gaza
More fire, more power, more firepower
More power, more fire and more back-asswards power
Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner
At the fancy cocktail hour
That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire
Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war
Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar
War is nothing but an evil fire
War is not a game. War is not natural
War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell
War is a waste of human lives and resources
More water to kill all of fires and all sources
The world needs good fire to protect the environment
The world wants peace throughout the continent
God created One World, One People and One Race
And man invented division and many races in this space
Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination
Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption
Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire
We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire
The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe
We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Dozen of dozens questions, I was carefully asked..
Maybe ten hundreds, I was requested for a shot..
hundreds by hundreds, vivid images rush..
of smiles; of wonders; of glee and of absurbness..
some fantazises..
some beholds..
some envies..
some admires...
leaking in deep embedded trenches..
bombarding waves after waves..
begotten in fusions of vibrancy..
in partition of velocity and gravity..
some is a picture of truthfulness..
some is a picture of falseness..
some is a picture of dramatic eloquence..
some is a picture of authority obedience..
yet underneath a wiseman's eyes..
behind an elder's cleverness..
surely, no one can ever hide..
surely, no one can even deny...
by: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
5:01pm
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The Development of
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
Story by Stem and Kirch Fortissimo
Ensembles of the
Powerful Sounds of Musicians
(Masters of there Crafts)
Professors Pernis Ptilorhynchus and Professor Falco Apivorus
Formed the "Minion" a Non for profit charity for
the interest of Honey Lovers throughout the world.
They often warned people of the differences between
honey for people(consumers): honey that's toxic.
The Professor warned many people to be aware of
the evil : Doctor Trigona Hypogea,: who's villanous brew
consists of a process meat from dead animals, which they
then mix with sugary plant products to create a sweet
substance that resembles honey. Curses! Curses! spoke
one member of "the Minion" who strokes the ego of both
Professors.While there's no definitive proof of it being toxic,
the idea of consuming honey derived from rotting meat is
generally unpalatable to most people.
One day darning a recessionary period in human history
when funds and moral had ran low, both professors sough
funding to continue there work. They were up right and honest, but they couldn't achieve there goals and were doomed to dismantle.
Then evil came upon them, a shadowy figure
appeared before them, asking them to sell there soul to him
might he fund there projects. They refused him . Professor
Apivorus needed more from this person and went to see him at
a place called Bingo Mountain. A place were lavender and flowers were
grow to attract bees of all kinds. The Shadowy figure told the Professor he'd help him as long as he was fair, and kind. Asking why he's used those words the Shadowey Figure just said "as sweet as necaters is to the bee: honey is sweet to the man who admires it's taste: the sweet sticky things!"
The Professor told him I know you use corn syurp in your product
challenging all sacred honey producers to speak ill of you.
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The general’s monocle holds
no reflection~
only maps
where borders bleed
like wet ink.
His uniform stiffens
with every medal,
each one hammered from
the same mute ore.
He signs the orders first,
then breakfast~
black coffee, bitter as spent shells.
The map is clean
where his finger rests,
no mud, no blood,
just ink-stained creases.
Five thousand tons of steel will roll
where his pencil hesitates.
The military machine
calls it strategy~
a word that appeals
to the masses
better than
corpse or widow.
Down the hall, the lieutenant
memorizes his father’s frown,
practicing it in the mirror.
Promotion tastes like
brass buttons
dissolving on his tongue.
The General studies the map again~
his coffee gone cold.
He traces borders
with his finger.
one that’s never touched dirt
or trembled in surrender.
Victory fits neatly
in his briefcase.
On the battlefield weeks later,
a corporal triumphantly
wipes his blade
and thinks of the boy
who called him coward
ten years ago,
in a schoolyard.
Later, alone,
the General admires his reflection
in the polished table,
imagining history books
too kind to mention
the tremor
in his hand.
And the wartime ego?
It never dies.
It digs trenches in the mind,
planting flags
in the graveyards
of reason.
The number four shows form, pleasurable are their colours
Where normally it takes daylight to glow, to nurture natures flower
Resonating to elation, affirming these coloured bonds
The indifference of, blinded severely in respond
Amidst his darkening dark, sighs abound from two
In preach, clouded sermon is relayed, to run this virgin through
*~*
Such closeness in revel they, tongues asping if desiring more
What shall be the outcome, who addresses life's future door
Fervent zeal remains, against this backdrop of darkened hell
Yet, she demands and delivers he, again his body swells
*~*
Content, now comfort reached, she resides within his grip
Engulfed has the white become on this entering darkening trip
Saliva drenched, his head now bowed, engrossed, achievement said
Enriched by absorbing the white, amidst both, this stead
Her looks of hunger abound, naked like birth, blossomed rife
Do we dare to think of our surface, and what becomes of life
*~*
Like a sweetened girl in love, she looks up and admires the dark
One can only fear our tomorrows, our white dove joins his stark
Her body perky and peached, en-riched, she's now bowled over
Leg raised in content, in his dark there can be called clover
*~*
An aching hunger cries for more, in torrid lustful bites
His talons become their union, this darkened redded night
Taking, she invites him so, to suckle on her charms
Is this the virgin we knew, who once stood all alarmed
Manipulated she now is, her abundance he's now in grace
Shall she bow to her superior, in his darkly grimly place
*~*
Entwined they re-unite, as she absorbs his ogre charms
Invitingly she takes, her lips like a welcoming balm
He's tasted, taken in, in release he's in comfort gain
Her light engrossed with his dark, goes against the grain
*~*
Near a huge ocean of love
The day is delightful
Colourful birds are singing
The sun is shining
All is calm for our glory
And nature admires us
Close to a titanic ocean of love
She sits proximate to me
And she moves closer to me
Just the way a tortoise does
And her eyes fix mine
I can read true love in them
Adjacent to a mammoth sea of love
I see smile covering her ruby lips
Her dimples draw nice to see
I can read thoroughly in her heart
What she cannot dare utter
Her face is glowing with love
Proximate to a gigantic ocean of love
Silent water murmurs our majesty
To incite her soft hand land softly
On my cheek and close her eyes
Her lips seek to get closer to mine
To mean our freak hearts are one
At the shore of the sea of care
She holds me tight in her chest
To keenly inhale in my nose
The natural breadth of love and trust
That storms beneath my skin
To make me feel in paradise
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Stepping out of the woods
Twigs snap breaking the silence underneath my feet
I see the darkness shrinks when the moon smiles
The light of a lover's beam, the warmth of your love illuminates
My thoughts are instantly wrapped up in your blanket of stars
Sprinkled across the Milky Way, glazed with honey all over
Lady of the Moon, you return to earth for one visit
Shadows fade when you appear within a circle of radiance
I feel at ease as I hear your voice fills the silent night
Gentle echoes rippling in the wind, it carries your message in a serenade
Landing lovely images in my mind
In my deepest memory you lay down your name
Once a long lost echo, now found inside this space
In the cradle of the lunar lullaby, you stand before me
Dressed in pearl silk satin, your smile, an ivory white
I become drawn to you, a lifetime of treasures in one glance
You are the mysterious beauty who makes me smile
Beaming beautiful in silver candlelight, I whisper your name
Somewhere on a cold winter's night, a lonely wolf admires the same moon
Looking on with misty eyes, a thirst and hunger grows from within
It howls a signal into the distance, searching for love
In a hollow valley, where echoes do not bounce back
Where starlight cries and leaves a trail of red fiery dust
Dampened by the teardrops of morning dew, the moon disappears
a co authoured piece by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline Lim
Unrhymed sestet
Th best pendant necklace is turquoise blue
With each day of usage, it remains new
Her body so glittering and well mold
Cements great distraction and interest hold
Wild hormone stiff to it's peak acceleration
As her body movement curl out unique vibration
To these shivers, loosely worship her in gyration
Opened concise studies her broadness scopes in continuation
Amidst every blue that declines emotions meeting
Is the season frightening snow fall
And the night radiant is simply retreating
Passion shall surrender not like Jericho's wall
Captivating is this young lord
That makes east turn west at war
WIth her, every moment is peaceful
On her, your world is easily explore
Everyone wanders of her sword
The socket so sweet in the middle
You admires to plug with pleasure
Is the perfect flawed gold you mined
That sets you behind
What a curse so beautiful!
I know you love it
It seems it hates you
You winks and laugh it
It hits and strays you
What a double edge sword
Established by God's after word
A final song to sing
Life is getting hard
Not a thing you can do
Day dreaming
Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you
One more song to sing
Voice of an asylum forager
Choice to become a cultural voyager
Pictures are taken
But perfection is split and edited
I move mountains if I could
But that state of mind is not understood
The price you pay
For having a small paradise in hell
Like loving a widower
An Achilles with a sense of compassion
Minus the expense and lashings
Was going to sell my bed to pay rent
Some of us appreciate the absence of zero
But no one truly admires a fictional hero
If all A is B and all B is C
but doesn’t equal something
Then C is the unsound value of nothing
An outcast because I have a sense of morals
A list of things to do, plural
Only in triumph
Will you find a cure for your fall
Hitting walls in my mind
Did you forget you were human
Brush your hair away from your eyes
For god doesn’t cry
Poets getting scarce
I’m starting to paint
Portraits of where you are
I’m beginning to faint
Repent
Ask your lord for help
No Mercy
He’s not listening to you
Enjoy your final breath
Are you worthy
The worlds a fast place
But you’re in no hurry
I’m alone
No tomorrow
To reach for
And I miss you
Let me tell you a story…
A story about life, where Solitude gracefully glides into the room, wearing a loose fitting gown, draping her curvaceous form. Piously she takes her place at the table of life, she is surrounded by Faith, Hope, Despair, Vision, Reality, and Fantasy. Furtive Destiny is seated at the head of the table, shrouded in mystery.
Faith is subdued, radiant, gracious and kind. Her reassuring smile gives life and courage to Hope. They share a unique friendship, if either of them departs, the other becomes reclusive.
Hope shines in the spotlight with Faith. She dazzles with magic tricks; lighthearted yet fragile. She holds her breath so often I fear one day she may not catch it. Optimistic Faith, reminds Hope to breathe in and breathe out.
Despair, clad in a dark cloak; averts his sullen glassy eyes. His temerity threatens and blind sights the spirit of Faith and Hope; vulnerable and frightened they reach out to Vision.
Vision is creative, casting Faith and Hope in life’s productions; drawing back the curtain of blindness, revealing hopeful possibilities.
Reality, a disciplinarian. He is strong and terse; building strength on the bedrock of truth. Discerning facts, sorting out fiction.
Fantasy, a flighty temptress, playfully teases Reality who becomes uncomfortable; secretly he admires her, especially when Destiny leaves the room.
Destiny holds the key to life’s fate. Confident and at times unforgiving; she never plays favorites. Wise, with the knowledge she solely possesses the power of our tomorrows. Reality is her soulmate, keeping a harmonious balance. There is talk they are involved, but Destiny does not reveal her private life.
Date: April 19, 2022
For: Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
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Placed 1st in contest