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NEWS FLASH!!!
Yeah, I read it and hear it all the time-
But I’m sick of reading the headlines,
And I’m tired of hearing the news-
I cry for the kids and old ones,
‘cause so many are being abused.
Shootings here - beatings there,
Daily crime happening everywhere-
I cry for the elephant chained for 50 years,
I’m sick of lawyers saying, “It’s not what it appears-“
The rapist gets an early release from jail – he’s free,
Until he gets caught on his next raping spree.
I cry for the victims, it’s so terribly sad,
Has our justice system really gone mad?
A 15 year old dies retrieving her stolen phone – that’s fact,
A man, standing in a fast food line, gets stabbed in the back-
I cry for the babies left in hot cars that die,
And I shake my head and ask, “ God, Why?”
A home invasion goes awry-
A man kicks a door in and executes a family of six-
A man on his yacht dies of a forced drug fix-
All of this bad news makes me SICK-SICK-SICK!
NEWS FLASH !!!
Only you have the power to change laws,
Especially if they’re flawed-
Don’t sit idly back, ask why, or cry-
It’s with your persistence in calls, actions and letters,
That maybe life for some can be made better!
You are my king
Who brings all the babies in the spring
The sound of the church bells when they ring
The harmony of little children when they sing
All because you shed your blood
So that sin would not begin
Though You knew your life would be taken
So our souls wouldn't be forsaken
Glory to our king
How your word brings joy and goodwill to all
The horrific things they did
When they took your last breath from you
The ground shook the sky went dark
Everything ignited into sparks
Your word brings hope
To all that believe
Because we were born again
So that we might begin a life free of sin
Washed with your tears
So that we don't live in fear
To know Gods love from up above
As he teaches us all to love
You are my king
When you bring all things together
Like the babies in the spring
And the sound of the church bells ring
The little children when they harmonize and sing
Your word clings to much hope
You are our king
Whose blood was shed
So all mankind
Could begin living a life free of sin
Killing the future, where is the humane values in that
poor soul your hate has an unusual way of trying to get of subject
How sad you are and evilly branding a person unjustly
firstly falsely accusing, says an awful lot about you as a person
defending the right to kill attacking is all you know
a bully of the worst kind
Your surname is not Irish firstly get that straight
I am from the tribes of the north
a true gale that holds the shamrock
this is the island of my ancestors, nothing racist about the truth
A hetrophobic attack detesting a real man
for none other than standing up for the innocent blood spilled
speaking the truth correctly cast not this fiction garbage
your attacking human life and I am a father
God be merciful to your soul I pray
because there is not a racist bone in my body
turn it which ever way you want to suit
half Irish supporting killing, says it all to me
Ripping little babies to pieces
take a long hard look in the mirror,
your ancestors would turn in their graves
I pity you with your branding irons
you really have no brain in this
life begins in the womb knowledge
has a funny way of separating opinions
what has religion got to do with it, nothing,
your beating a dead horse people can see whom you support
The dark side so filled with hate towards another human being
calling names amounts to your kind saying it kindly
if the law where doing their job properly,
you should be arrested for hurling hate and abuse
Mentally challenged talking about bottles
every word you have written, is documented evidence
we see your kind everyday attacking peaceful people
Every single word you have written comes from the fork of your beliefs
do not make a mockery of others this foolish behaviour,
because in the end your knees will bend,
you should be reported for hate speech
freedom has different values for some
From the moment we became grandparents we have felt conflicted
at the way, in books and media, grandparents are depicted.
But we’ve been grandparents for a while now
(one grandchild just graduated college)
So we believe it is time to share some grand-parental knowledge…
When a cartoonist draws a grandma her hair is invariably in a bun
If she’s not wearing a sweater…chances are she’s knitting one.
When she walks it’s with a cane and we will forever take offense
how she’s always wearing glasses and has no fashion sense
When a cartoonist draws a grandpa he is never very tall
His hair is a vibrant shade of gray or white…if he has any hair at all.
His plaid pants never match his shirt…his glasses are as thick as a window pane
He could be in a wheel chair or like Grandma…walking with a cane.
If you look around at grandparents today, you’ll find us agile and nimble and spry
In fact you’ll discover to your amazement those old stereotypes don’t apply.
Deborah doesn’t wear a muumuu…her hair is never in a bun,
If you ask our grandchildren what they think, they’ll say their Nana’s fun.
She’s creative, she’s compassionate, she’s patient and I can verify
She’s great with babies, loves to bake and sings a soothing lullaby.
As for me, though I am a little bald, I don’t wear plaid pants, never would.
snd if I do say so myself, I make the clothes I wear look good.
I do not fish, don’t watch much TV, I don’t read the Farmer’s Almanac
When my grandchildren ask to play football…guess who’s the quarterback?
Deborah and I will try jumping rope, playing soccer and climbing trees too
because in this day and age, in our generation, that’s what grandparents do!
We are a mix of old and new, we are much cooler and hipper than before
(Even though I’m pretty sure people don’t say cooler or hipper anymore!)
We embrace some of the traits of our grandparents, yes the good ones have survived
but speaking for Deborah and the grandparents I know, a new generation has arrived!
So cartoonists when you draw Deborah draw her with style, grace and fun
And if you’re drawing her baking cupcakes, make sure they’re funky ones.
And when you take your pencils out don’t draw me in a rocking chair
Instead…draw me climbing up a tree or in a top hat
and if you want…
you can add more hair.
Yesterday, a glint in Father's eye,
unborn, my life journey's start, is nigh.
Today, it's all unknown.
Bright lights in the delivery room
will replace the calm of Mother's womb.
but babies are born like flowers bloom,
and I'll be on my own.
Soon, I'll grow up to be a man.
I'm not sure how, don't know if I can.
I feel like I'm alone.
Placing cards in bicycle spokes,
I can't talk about it with my folks,
but acorns grow into mighty oaks.
Soon, I'll do it on my own.
Am I ready yet to take a wife -
to make a commitment for life?
I've got feet of ice.
Though she had me from the first hello,
can we be happy, I just don't know -
but, together, oak and ivy grow,
and we'll make something nice.
Do I know how to be a dad,
more involved than the one I had?
Am prepared for what's in store?
Can I stay up all night and hear him cry?
or answer one hundred questions "why?"
But an eagle teaches his chick to fly,
and soon my heart will soar.
Like everyone's, my life must end.
It's more than I can comprehend.
Is it like walking through a door?
I guess I don't know; I'm pretty dumb.
If it's like sailing from a seashore, mum,
I'll loudly break a bottle of rum
to echo the silent shore.
While we sit with our coffee and poetry,
The Fear Frenzy Makers burn the midnight oil.
Digging up lies, just anything man!
To stuff up your brain like cement in a can.
They've succeeded in making you believe the
world is ending and...
That only chemicals sold by a fracture led
pharmacy nation
Will lead you to be a health sensation.
The Frenzys have determined God to be
extinct!
You can replace him with shrooms, ganja
hash or a drink?
Try Don Lemon at CNN, inhumane and so
vicious, the latest god on the street.
Worse, get your news from social media,
Driving the country nuts!
With our Congress making a new law
(I had to guffaw)!
That we don't need lawyers with integrity,
Just let mob rule take over this country.
(Oh,yes...and everything free)
The hatred of police is growing.
The rise of criminals is so revered and
spreading.
The body count of innocents is growing,
The murder of Jews is spreading.
Frenzy Feeders are nothing more Hitler
youth.
Spying and lying on Americans who
have done no harm.
Envy driven monsters...
It doesn't matter whose life they will
ruin.
We face a very formidable foe!
Big Brother is here- following you with
your cell phones everywhere.
Cameras on streets in dressing rooms.
As poets we can alert others to the
manure being peddled by fear smugglers.
Not all of us, but a few, may remind people
hard.
That God is in charge of when the world
ends not them.
Hate to tell these scientific brains, that
God created the world not them.
We cry over the extinct animals!!
But have not a thought nor remorse
to murder a baby.
66.000 babies were aborted alone last
year!
If we support murder, we have plenty
to fear.
5/8/2019
11:39 pm PST
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things bad and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Now you know full well what they're about, they're about using you
aint know better than wizards of wall street, rockin the beat with a juke.
Vegas bookies abetting frauds taking odds right against you,
left to die in the streets, exasserbated by your mental masturbated mood.
Playing russian roulette with only our head at the gun,
stirring up hatred for fun
the quest we're on is, when are you going to join us white folk
brother to brother arm in arm
most of us been waiting for you, we also the ones sounding the alarm
we hear the sirens in the street, we cry when your babies cry. We got Georgia....(guidestones) on our minds.
Now we aint made inside from some flesh that aint pink.
Same as you, we were derived, from Adam and Eve.
Each of us alone the only thing we got is each other, that's ALL there IS. Sister and Brother.
We have a common enemy, that which takes principality against us.
With Sins many fetishes of cowardice de unrelentus.
31 flavors so many ways to taste, the victory of defeat, disunity caused by cowards with immunity at rocky road place. hobbledstoned in the streets, Hoodwinked with their nuts in our face.
Don't rub it in, like "now you're on top, we got Obama!
make people suck on my chocolate dipped cone of invincibility pop docudrama.
I bet it makes the taste of vanilla so sweet,
but instead leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality.
Too much high flying, smack talking, maligning personality
there aint no union in a "aint seen nothin like me"
I think you better stick with a spoon,
instead of the knife in our backs
a silver one for coddled athletes, and hip hop tools, im just saying dont say "always bet on black", thats racist fool
You got nothin else but race baiting to do,
besides your backupsinger's,
even when they more talented than you.
I see some people walking on eggshells
where the chickens have come home to roost,
making omelets with and sales of those with lower IQ
the yokes of goodwill and the r(o)(o)sters, themselves, Santaria tools .
I stand here proclaiming
I know all the answers
the truth is I don’t know
where the questions begin
I put on a show like
I know what I’m doing
But my confidence is smoke
and my knowledge pretend
My fear is that one day
someone will notice
My snake oil and magic
are a bundle of lies
Then people will wake up
and come to their senses
Think for themselves
and open their eyes
But sheep like to follow
while wolves take advantage
It’s a story that plays out
throughout history
So I’ll keep pretending
And act so deserving
While stealing in private
Cause I’m in this for me
Hand me your babies
I'll smile as I kiss them
I'll tell you the things
that you want to hear
I’ll fill all my smiles with
half truths and slander
So you’ll think of me
as elections grow near
Paisley at my bosom, soft head tadpoles
Wrapped dependent, rest in trust cherubic
Teeth buds plump palms grip my knee, betrothal
Chatter germinates language sporadic
Gurgled contentment, vowel upswings strangle
Trance silence slumps little limbs from frantic
Pure rapture adoration fresh angle
Rock A Baby slobbered face romantic
Blossomed brood, clan, cluster, fan club gaggle
Toddle boldly confident beyond skill
Awe for mundane magnifies appraisal
Frustration annulled, infantile stun still
Sibling envy love wound rigid, rough rope
Petals inseperable open with hope
27th January
Childish desires