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I can bring you a holy war.
Of souls and sour things…
I feel your slings and arrows of poison sight!
I dealt with your Hypocrisy your lies, your bitter night.
I simmer in your black bile of self-loathings
and
small Petty aspersions
and
Other annihilations!
I can bring the rain, the rage the righteous holy war of faith and abandoned grace!
In your ignorance and hysteria, they’re abject hypocrisy, I boil in brazen apathy and sour thoughts…
I can bring your whole-e-war
to your Door steps
to your living room
to your sycophantic neurotic soul.
You fester with black bile of Lies, hypocrisy
At its finest a testament to your Atrocities
As you think you’re aristocracy.
See!
See the harrow narrowed duplicity or poison animosity,
I bring you holy war and holocaustic ash.
Bombastic.
Fantastic.
Annihilatistic, dead?
A jihad of the soul and flesh.
A holy war.
Feel the coming rage,
in an age, at the brake of day.
I will rule my inner dominions.
I can bring you your holy war
of wars
the war of souls and flesh…
The war of machines and man made of history
Of souls and sour things blackened to ash
Holocaustic aftermaths…
I feel your slings and arrows of poisonous second sight in profane fluids; blood n sack cloth and lashes as lies; damnation crimson crime,
Feel the ruination of lies and ash in night!
I dealt with your superiority, your fictions
your scalding eyes, and ragged lips, stained,
And heavy thighs under raven eyes…
I simmer in your black bile of loathing and small Petty aspersions burning away in nihilistic ash.
Accept the "Holy Fathers" stains?
What prideful tolerance sustains
The acts by priestly "Confessors"
Whose transgressions we all deplore.
Their molestations cause such pain
That no repentance can explain
To parishes stretched far and wide -
To innocents they cast aside.
Religious aristocracy,
Duplicitous conformity,
Accepted this hypocrisy -
This predatory blasphemy.
Faux piety to hide their shame,
Disdaining good and shielding blame;
No deft Indulgence could resolve -
No Inquisition would absolve.
Despicable to humankind,
By words and deeds now left behind;
No con nor lies supplant the proof:
The mirror to self-damning truth.
These crimes, these aggravated sins -
Atrocities no words can spin,
Nor can appeal 'yond earthly reign
For acquiesced eternal stains.
Johannes was a gentleman; she had heard this.
Greta knew him not, but when he entered the room
she sensed it was the lord of the manor.
He was casual; spoke in a low voice.
Seemed to sense that a regular voice might frighten her.
She had never been this close to aristocracy.
Her father had warned her to stay away from the rich.
He had called them rapscallions, and knaves.
His experiences tainting them all, lumping them together.
Greta was more open minded than her father;
she gave him a bit of a chance. The light flickered
in his eyes; his sense of humor was obvious.
They became secret friends, more than
enough to teach her that her intuition was good.
Sargent’s Madame X is not just a socialite,
she is rather the embodiment of French aristocracy.
Pale as moonlight,
poised, brimming with dignity;
her crown is an ode to the huntress.
And yet, her dark and dangerously low-cut dress,
the accentuated curves
sing of a sweet and suggestive mystery.
She is at once formidable and submissive,
the tempest and tranquility.
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Date: 24/08/17
Based on The Portrait of Madame X by John Singer Sargent.
http://images.metmuseum.org/CRDImages/ap/original/DT91.jpg
Although I was born and raised among German aristocracy,
I feel I have blended rather well with Russian nobility.
My name changed when I converted to Russian Orthodoxy.
I am now called Catherine. I was once known as Sophie.
Despite my mother being banished from the country,
Tsarina Elizabeth looks quite favorably upon me.
However, one major item exists where I must disagree.
Duke Peter of Holstein-Gottorp is matched up with me.
Since his aunt Tsarina Elizabeth called him to court,
he has been consistent with each unwitting retort.
This buffoon has alienated many as we have few friends.
Unfortunately, he will become tsar when Elizabeth’s life ends.
He is obnoxious, overbearing, and possesses the dullest mind.
Peter can only become a tsar of the worst kind.
Besides, he is ugly with all those scars from smallpox.
He has them on his face, arms, legs, and even his buttocks.
Peter is supposed to be the sovereign of the Russians.
However, he surrounds himself with Holsteins and Prussians.
I should dispose of this menace. There has to be a way.
I must rule Russia alone as a tsarina one day.
Catherine II (aka Catherine the Great) ruled Russia from 1762 to 1796.
An old man’s pride was set aside when he came to realize,
The arrogance of his youth was grounded in untruth.
The government he believed in was corrupted from within.
It tore at his very soul, yet the revelations proved it was so.
The government he believed in had deceived him.
Courage to change nearly drove him insane.
But only the deranged could deny what was plain.
There could be no more absolution for the institutions,
He had held in reverence given the mountains of evidence,
Of corruption and destruction spewing out of these agencies.
Upon much reflection he made this detection.
Programs for problems seemed to only prolong them.
Democracy’s bureaucracies had become lifelines for the American aristocracy.
When confronted with these facts his instincts said attack.
The messenger is all wrong, bigoted, hateful, racist, with motives of greed.
Yet he knew these were just excuses to deny the abuses,
Which his intellect clearly deduced were the truth.
He had to change!
He had to have courage!
He had to change!
Where Stars Collide and Shine Ablaze
and Passions stir where Fires Rage,
where Eternal Treasures Oscillate
and Philosopher Stones shine like a Solar Sage,
where Exotic Gems pulsate from Deep Within
and Glow like Wildfires with Wild Flames,
where Embers Uproar in a Blaze Of Glory
and Ascend towards Legendary,
and Eyes Glisten with Celestial Luminosity
Vanquishing the Lesser with Heavenly Aristocracy,
Pulsating Heaps Of Light like Sun Beams
and Chakras Ignite like Solar Bolts Of Lightning,
and a Triune of Mind, Body, Spirit Resurrect
and Blitz Forth like Chariots,
where Souls Ignite and Scintillate
there, the Heart that burns with Bonfire Faith
This years most prized
Hottest ticket above all
Red carpet
Socialite Charity Event
The Guest list comprised of the
Who's , who amongst the elite
Those who are actually in the know
And the conversation in between
3* Star Michelin dinning courses
Drifted into the aristocracy saying
Rather than let the poor and needy
Starving and going hungry
Eat cake instead
Of stale old mouldy bread
Whilst congratulating one another
Sipping and raising a toast
On Vintage Champagne
Costing over $2k a pop
Which cost no where near as much
As their designer bespoke suit
Hand crafted jewellery
Or Watch
And you don't even want to know
Just how much the actual price of the
Ticket cost
Because that will surely
Take the Cake
And prove exactly just how entirely
Fake this all in fact is
And who truly benefits
From Charity most above all
Quote by Thomas Paine
“ I prefer peace! But if trouble must come, let it come
in my time, so that my children, can live in peace.”
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It really is up to us, to vote with a very clear mind.
To vote to stop free speech is anything but kind!
To force a nation, to take unsafe vaccinations?
In our Republic, is purely, such mindless ruination.
Every legal citizen has a blessed right to vote.
Sneaking over borders, an illegal is no antidote.
America is a Republic not just a mere democracy.
And, yes, you can become rich, this is no aristocracy!
With guaranteed rights, we don’t live in anarchy
It is up to you to prevent any evil slaveogracy.
Caring citizens do vote to put another in office..
Wrong choices are their fault~so be very cautious!
Every voter should take their own moral inventory!
Before casting excuses, and creating zany stories.
A sad scenario, if you boast that you don’t vote at all.
Don’t you know, you are contributing to the USA’s downfall?
@Panagiota Romios
8/25/2024
Betrayed and backstabbed
By our African brothers.
Insulted, humiliated and robbed
By Our European brothers.
We are the descendants
Of defeated Kings and Queens.
We are the infants
Of two distressed twins.
Sold like cattles,
Winners of many battles:
We are the new generation,
We are the fine products
Of a new creation.
We walk proud like ducks
Of the newly man-made lakes,
We helped and we chased away the fakes:
We are the dreams of our forefathers.
We are, at last, speaking in unison,
Like cousins, like brothers and sisters;
Every day, we are forging new union.
We are stronger than ever,
We are smarter than the dead fish of the river:
We are the new generation.
We are building new bridges,
The world is our nation.
We are building new stages,
While fighting and defeating the old aristocracy.
This is indeed our century:
We are the novel generation.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.