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Cultural Perversion
Culture is the perversion that fetishizes dead objects in display windows,
creates the mania of insatiable consumption of ever-growing unfulfilled hunger,
preaches endless forms of false happiness gleaming in empty screens,
false understanding in the form of grotesque religions promising heaven.
Ridiculous cults invite people to dehumanize themselves slowly and surely,
behaving like cold machines with souls of shiny and hard metal,
the fetish of gleaming objects transforms us into eternally submissive worshipers,
the mania of consumption saturates us filling our stomachs with immeasurable desires.
False happiness preaches sweet lies about life's lost meaning,
grotesque religions teach us the deep darkness of blind misunderstanding,
absurd cults invite us to be superficial floating on the empty surface,
our slow dehumanization makes us obedient machines with hearts of stone.
Perverse culture fetishizes the gleam of sacred objects in stores,
consumption consumes us feeding us with emptiness full of gleaming promises,
endless forms of false happiness make us slaves of eternal desire,
we falsely understand under grotesque cults of reason blinded by lights.
We behave like cold automated machines programmed to consume endlessly,
we dehumanize ourselves in the worship of objects gleaming in cold windows,
our mania for consumption saturates us starving us with insatiable desires,
culture perverts us transforming us into slaves of imposed "normality."
The gleaming fetishes of sacred objects transform us into worshipers,
grotesque religions preach to us the deep misunderstanding of the confused world,
ridiculous cults invite us to the slow dehumanization of our soul,
we are obedient machines with hearts of stone beating in empty chests.
I don't fully know what is happening
The evidence surrounds us everywhere
But it is ignored, not seen, with blinders
People are repeating rhetoric, lies, daily
Evil consumes living, death is minimized
Selfishness reaches a peak beyond belief
Research will teach you about embedded toxins
Microscope findings show answers needed
Math and numbers have never been so important
This is not the world I know with twisted reports
People are not behaving rationally, losing character
I help all I can, giving tips to those who listen
I sort through pages of facts, as I always do
But, the treacherous path of watching so many,
Miss such dangerous acts perpetrated daily
While walking into traps that change or take lives,
Watching unnecessary suffering and torture...
Is truly unbearable and I am only a grain of sand
Blowing in the wind
Heidi Sands
12/26/21
Morning slips in sideways.
Moonbeam dips a cotton shirt
into a bowl of dyes~
colors blooming outward
like shy creatures
learning their names.
She lifts the fabric.
Droplets fall in bright plinks,
each one a tiny skipping stone
across the warmth of July.
On the clothesline,
the tie-dyed shirt sways~
a small carnival of swirl and hush,
its spiral turning slowly
as if practicing
for some future miracle.
Moonbeam hums.
Not a song~
more like a friendly spell
to coax the colors
into behaving.
They don’t.
A streak of green wiggles free
and settles into a shape
that looks suspiciously
like mischief.
Wind arrives,
ruffling the hem
with the politeness
of a guest who knows
it’s early.
The shirt answers
with a soft flutter~
a tiny applause.
By afternoon,
the spiral tightens,
gathers itself,
and glows faintly
as if July tucked
a secret inside it.
Moonbeam takes it down,
presses the warm cotton
to her cheek,
and laughs.
Then she slips it on,
and the swirl settles
against her like a tame comet
choosing a shoulder
to rest on.
Vanity Of Pleasure
You are pleased as you gained strength to win,
feeling yourself perfect superior.
Any happenstance can lead to ruin
your skill, actions, competence and power.
You are now quite blessed by happiness,
but you have no right to show your pity
to others, spending their days in distress.
It's disgrace to exhibit vanity.
Accessed super success ! Feeling too proud ?
Accept your honour behaving modest.
Don't boast of your achievements, being loud.
Failure may hit next ! You may not get best.
Fortune gifted pleasure as your treasure.
Rise up above vanity of pleasure.
Divorce is not the end, my duchess
Stop behaving like a wild lioness
Life is made of strange mountains and valleys
Be patient! Learn how to navigate in the alleys.
Divorce is not death, my love
The sun doesn't shine every day
We must take life as it comes, like a dove
Hope for the future, that's the way.
You have to laugh a little and smile a lot
It's good for your health and for your face
Look up to see the clouds out of space.
I express myself, so I don't go crazy
That's what I'm doing now, my sweet baby
Ring the bell. And I'll come to you like a nut.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
In my younger days
I avoided punishment
Adjusting actions at authority
Early adulthood came
And I learned, at the bottom
Behaving badly buys seniority
The triangular system
Plays to the peak
Coercion cascades continuously
The middle is the best view
But the worst place to be
Deeding dimes disingenuously
Soaring past....every fake goat
Hailing intense jealousy
I made it to KINDNESS
It stuck thick and true
Flowing in spite of all fear
Letting LOVE light lenses layered
by
blindness
Finally, my heart landed on
Marriage needing open polished
Quiet questions quickly
Communication without intimacy
Requesting structured theology
Under various vials veiling victory
....................UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG
WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY,WHY
Why am I so weird, wacky, wishful, witty....and a bit wackadoodle??????
LOVE has transformed my DNA
MY heart can't go any other way
But to the question that separates me
From the savory soup system
I'm ok with difference...actually, I'm fully alive....in DIFFERENCE
that's WHY I'm this WAY.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-24-2018
Note: I love, love, multi-layered poems, and I can only write them with Jesus leading the way. He knows how to make my heart happy :)
I have
Been
Relegated
Condemned
To follow
The straight
And narrow
Path
Of Poetic
Minimalism
I shall not
Stray
From behaving
In this way
Its the straight
And narrow
All the way
From now on
For me
Straight Arrow
No more
Than a few
Words I can
Say
Its the new
Style
Of Poetry
DONT stray
I shall abide
Keep things
Straight
Narrow
Like
The Indians
Arrow
I shoot this
Poem
Over your way
Do not laugh
Nor should you
Play
From now on
Its the straight
And narrow
All the way
If you wish
Spaces
That’s ok too
As Long as
You know
Straight and
Narrow
Is still for
You
That’s the rule
So don’t be blue
If you cant beat them join them!!!!!!!!!!!!
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angry antelopes allowing ants access
bashful buzzards behaving beautifully
curious calves cavorting in the corn
definitive ducks digesting division
eager elephants eliciting excitement
frenzied freckled frogs freely frolicking
greasy green grubworms groveling and grimacing
harried hyenas hectically hopping hopefully
ignorant iguanas ignoring the implausible
jubilant jackals jiggling jiffy jewelry
kayaking kangaroos kibitzing in Kenya
liberal llamas liberating little Libya
miniscule musical mollusks making merry
nine nervous newts nibbling newtons
orangutangs orchestrating outdated Ohio
pressurized primates providing privacy
quarrelsome quails quizzing quahogs
resurrected roosters receiving riotous relatives
sassy seasoned sea serpents sallying forth in secret
tantalizing tarantulas tasting tree lined treats
understated urchins undoing underwater ugliness
visible vixens vibrating toward victory
wily wise walruses whistling in water wrecks
‘xtraordinary ‘xotic eagles expecting easy eggs
young Yellowstone yaks yelling their youthful truth
zealous zebras zipping breezily through Zanzibar
You say you love me, say you love me, just need to change the way I am.
You say you love me, say you love me, but my behaving makes you mad.
Each time I wake up, put on no make-up, you see the real me
and you hate what you can see.
“What’s the matter, why’s your hair so wavy?
Maybe wear a dress and look like a lady.
What’s the matter why are you acting crazy?
You make no effort, are you trying to shame me?”
You say I’m wrong, say I’m wrong, that I mishear everything you say.
You say I’m wrong, say I’m wrong, always taking things the wrong way.
Each time I speak up, try to stand up, my voice cannot be heard
and you ignore my every word.
“What’s the matter, who said that you were right?
Stop saying what you know, you are making us fight
What’s the matter, why are you answering me back?
No-one wants to hear, you’re just talking pap.”
Today I found the strength to talk about what’s wrong.
Today I found someone who listened to my song.
Made me realise, made me wake up, should’ve known it all along
And now I feel so strong.
You say you love me, say you love me, but I’ve heard it all before.
You say you love me, say you love me, but your lies are rotten to the core
Each time I wake, hear what you’ve made up, I see the real you
and I hate what I can see.
It’s my Epiphany.
Privilege
When the privilege first was given
When it was still crisp and new
When it had all others craving
For which is granted a small few
Then you reveled in its status
’Cause it gave you eminence
Yes, you teased with your position
And you reeked of confidence
You would make sure that they noticed
You would make sure that they knew
And you even made it public
You were from a certain crew
All of this was soon accepted
Everybody understood
You were better than all others
You alone could set the mood
So the others came together
And someone brought this to the fore
And they all took a decision
From now on they would ignore
You, your pride, and all your antics
For it didn’t make no sense
They would not allow much longer
For you to shine at their expense
For your shining was too costly
And it really took its toll
It caused anger and confusion
You respected no one’s role
So while you still enjoy your privilege
It is now just seen as work
For you gave the wrong impression
By behaving like a jerk.
Wendy Nipas