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I got on the train line
Metro North allows bikes, I had mine.
I stood near the door, other spots occupied
I had a mountain bike, but it can road ride.
Two women got on, one had a suitcase
They sat down, looked at my haggard face.
The tall one asked why I had a mountain bike
The short one said it was faster than a hike.
Then the short one gave a self-righteous frown.
She emphatically declared "He must be kept down!"
You might ask why, you might be intrigued
But it's a long story, and I'm fatigued.
I had a history, a woman felt rejected
The truth was pathetic but never inspected.
She became a lesbian, then I interfered for her sake.
I had plenty of years to rue that mistake.
Those four words intrigue me, many a time
How bizarre motives can trap you in a design
What business have these women to diminish anyone?
To hem a man in, to filter the sun?
Some work underground, sway events from below
control beliefs, control where I go.
Funny in a way, that anyone would care
whether I rose or fell on life's transient stair.
The tall woman caressed the short one
Those four words kept hurting like bullets from a gun.
I guess people form tribes by victim ideology:
It wasn't me who owed them an apology.
The train rolled on, past shadow and light,
Her verdict hung there, it just wasn't right.
I went on my bike ride, but later events showed
That a war was waged, that nobody knowed.
The Kings Craw
I’m sure sometime tomorrow, we’ll have our sad goodbye
now make your last attempt, to try and make us cry
once more a broken promise, lays shattered on the floor
another failed attempt, like so many times before
they poke at other poets, then retreat into their hole
why must they pour more vinegar, into our poetry bowl
venting on a blog is against this site’s decree
and now you’ve used a name, for everyone to see
a screen shot has been taken, for admin, I’ll send it in
but when you least expect it, till then I’ll store it in my bin
you need to read the rules, you’re not above the law
your spitting days are over, now let that stick into your craw
talking bout stuff
I don't know about
You wanna be the only one
who knows whats going on
I don't know nothing bout being married
don't know knowing bout being loved
affa' all you the won who caused
this dissatisfaction
you the one who caused this distian
I refuse to realm out in dismeaning
I refuse to learn the rules of yo game
I ain't got no Kids!
I ain't got no wife
I ain't never been in love
Don't know what that is
You done made so
I'll never know what love is!
Causing this confusion
standing round like your concerned
troublemaking like a woman
everyday it's a lesson learned
I ain't never been able to prove it was you
did such and such
Somebody you told it to
will help me out on luck
One day yo' wicked weary soul
will take a turn to confess
making light of loving
you will confess
if the only one is loving is you
people know somethings wrong
regulating who gets who
ya'll know that is wrong
Do your arms reach out, in truth, to shelter me from the cold?
Do your hands touch mine and bring flame to my frozen heart?
Does your face warm mine, though it is stony and grey?
Do your eyes look through the cold and bring the light of heat?
Stony are my arms, frozen by my sadness.
Cold are my hands, distorted by my sorrow
Frozen is my face, made cold by my tears.
Darkened are my eyes, made black by the cold.
Can you know with your arms the stabbing of this cold?
Do you feel with your hands the bitterness of regret?
Can you touch with your face my frozen fears?
Do you see with your eyes the pain of this tundra?
I know only depression, pulling me deeper inside.
I feel only despair, freezing me from within.
I touch only ice, cold and remorseless.
I see only tears, frozen in timeless lament.
There was harmony in the animal kingdom
All the animals got along
But there was one little meerkat called Toby
Whose behaviour was simply just wrong
Popping up here , popping up there
In places he did not belong
Being a know-all and causing trouble
Creating conflict and havoc …then he’d be gone
Toby appeared to enjoy trouble
Rubbing the other animals up the wrong way
With a irritating and mean attitude
Always needing to have the last say
One day Mother bear lovingly hugged Toby
In a gentle kind loving voice asked Toby ‘ Why’
Why do you cause trouble and upset others on purpose?
Being so rude making them angry or cry
Tobys whole being softened , he began to weep
Telling Mother bear that right from the very start
He was lonely ,did not like himself, felt he didn’t belong
Those words melted Mother bears heart
She explained to Toby that we are all equal in the kingdom
No one better than another
That his mean behaviour was not exceptable
How badly he treated the sisters and brothers
Mother bear chatted in depth with Toby
Speaking straight from a mothers heart
He needed to begin loving himself first ,she said
Thats where he needed to start
Toby had many long chats with Mother bear
Over time they become very close
Toby began to love and like himself
A happier future for himself he now chose
There was now harmony in the animal kingdom
They all got along
Including a Meerkat called Toby
Who now had friends and belonged!
Brother Martin Luther King Jr. did not die in vain
Heck no, the Kennedy brothers did not die in vain
And countless brave protesters did not die in vain.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
It not easy to think and to write about the pain
Which our ancestors have endured over the years
They fought and died for this land of opportunities.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Heck no, Brother Malcolm X did not die in vain
Many brave young fighters did not die in vain
It is a shame that many agitators are so insane.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Jesus Christ was crucified and died for our sins
Presently, we cannot have a resurgence of gangs
Racist gangsters roaming in our lives like crazy ants.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Copyright© August 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
This fool
is out
of his
doggone
mind.
Think he's
mad because
his father
left him
behind.
His mom
deserves
more than
a hateful,
useless son.
He will
experience
heavy karma
in more ways
than one.
Another poem about a misogynist who believes that women who've been in the mental healthcare system are undeserving of love. He condescended to SA/DV survivors for bravely sharing their experiences, and I wanted to show support for those women by writing this poem. Remember, ladies: if it happened to you, I believe you. And I want you to know that it wasn't your fault! Never let anyone tell you that it was and continue to hold your head up high. There is a special place in the depths for men who speak to women so rudely.
I hated the smell from their dryer vent
On laundry days, it had been so repugnant.
For fifteen years, I tolerated that family.
Each one of them has some kind of disability.
I was given an unusual sentence for being disorderly.
The judge made me hold up a sign for all to see.
I have to let everyone know “I AM A BULLY”.
For five hours, I have to sit on a street corner in my town.
By holding up that sign, I feel like a clown.
People honk their horns, and shout out profanity.
That judge was unfair. She has practically destroyed me.
I also have to serve jail time and undergo counseling.
I am going through some hell because of this thing.
From a news story found on aol.com
5th of November
Bonfire night
Why is it we remember
Guy fawkes set it alight
5th of November
Anti establishmentarian
Parliament a burning ember
Observance of many puritans
A plot was foiled
To blow up house of Lords
Guy fawkes plan spoiled
With dynamite and swords
Nowadays celebrated by a bonfire
The release of fireworks
Pay homage to the people's sire
I think it's berserk
Not a party pooper
Loud bangs scare this writer
Also animals can scatter
Guy fawkes was mad as a hatter
His attempt to overthrow was thwarted
Stood by dynamite he was caught
Sentenced to death and live in the tower
That's what happen if you go against power
Nothing really has changed
We're still locked up in chains
Speak out or scream and shout
You will be banned or taken out
No more posting on social media
You end up arrested for schizophrenia
The world nowadays hazy gone crazy
Smoke screens and lies make it hazy
Back to topic Guy fawkes
Never allowed to enter talks
He wasn't happy with the Lords
So got his rebels and drew thier swords
America,
the tides warned you.
What rises
must fall.
The eagle taught you.
Even the highest flight
returns
to the dust.
Your season
was long.
Your shadow
was wide.
But every empire
is a candle.
And candles
burn out.
You called yourself
father of the world—
yet seldom wise,
often proud,
always loud
in the theatre of war.
You built power
not with harmony,
but with fire.
Not with truth,
but with thunder.
From Asia
to Europe,
your fingerprints
are on the ashes.
Bombs you deny.
Wars you ignite.
All in the name
of peace.
But peace
never recognized
your hands.
Japan remembers
the sky splitting open.
Ukraine remembers
the whisper behind the guns.
Gaza knows
the price
of your silence.
America,
you became a nation
that feeds
on conflict.
A war-economy
calling itself
a dream.
But dreams fade
when other dreamers wake.
China rises.
Others follow.
The world shifts
while you cling
to old crowns.
Be humble now.
For no empire
can command
the turning of time.
And if you refuse
the truth—
history will drag it
to your doorstep.
Then you will wander
like a blind man
in a dark room,
searching for a black cat
that was never there.
This is the sorrow
of power.
This is the fate
of pride.
America—
bow to the wind.
Your era
is ending.
Let wisdom
lead what comes next.