Long Bigotry Poems
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"I am so woke"
A loyal member of the cult
i've brought my brain to a halt
Brainwash. Indoctrination
utter zombification
I remember when i was a person
before i put my mind in prison
I will demolish the patriarchy!
and then replace it with my lunacy
You see, deep down all men are evil
except of george soros who is civil
Where would i be without his green?..
i would be trash inside a bin
When i say "men", i mean those who are straight
'cause if you're gay, that's a VERY good trait
Now, if you're trans, you're like a queen
and i will treat you like my twin
Thank you hollywood, CNN, MSNBC!..
It's just a coincidence, NOT a conspiracy...
What did you just say?? That's ANTISEMITIIIC!!
you must be ku klux klan or nazi critic
Freaking republican! Conservative!
don't say such words. They are derogative!
Be more politically correct
or shut the hell up, more direct
There's no escape for you! You're going to capitulate!
you will become an "one-of-us", before it is too late
"DIVERSITY"! "INCLUSIVITY"! "OPEN-MINDNESS"! "UNDERSTANDING"! :)
some of the buzzwords i repeat, like a zombie parrot chanting
I am a rad hyper-feminist. Although we roughly have equality
my true objective is not that. It's more like, male fatality
Each ""woman"" should have the right to murder her unborn baby
i see nothing wrong in this. Why not... It's... homicide maybe?
Ha ha!.. I'm SO self-righteous and progressive
i look at mirrors and i say "you're impressive!"
I must say that i get offended by anything
bigotry, racism in everyone and everything
Ho! Monsieur trudeau! Psychokiller, qu'est ce que c'est?
is someone with you? John transvolta? Beyonce?
The boss from hungary is calling you a goy?
i am just curious, you bilingual prettyboy
Pardon me, comrade?.. What??.. You disagree with me, you said??
CANCEL HIM!! CANCEL HIS ASS!! Tonight, sleep on your deathbed!..
And you?? What's up?.. Why are you staring at me, n##ger?
cancel him too! CRUCIFY!! His heresy is even bigger...
Sooo... dear comrades, that would be all
because it's time for my Haldol.
It saddens me in the season of love giving
that the world is filled with so much hate and bigotry and fear.
actually it’s not only this season
it saddens me every day throughout the year.
But I will do my best to keep other’s hate and bigotry and fear
away from me….
to keep it away from this little corner of the world
I’ve carved out for myself, my friends and my family.
We try to keep things very simple…in the corner we’ve designed….
We look for people who are loving accepting…compassionate and kind.
In our little corner we want every person to know
we want them all to hear…
If you are kind and loving to everyone you meet…
you will always be welcome here
In our little corner of the world we want everyone to know
whether you’ve traveled near or far
you will be welcomed and accepted and loved…
for exactly who you are.
In our little corner of the world we learn to read each other’s eyes.
It’s a connection to the truth…where we find the heart
and where our happiness lies.
In our little corner of the world our feelings…we do not hide.
which means our sadnesses are divided and our joys are multiplied.
By keeping love alive in the little corner of the world in which we dwell
we hope that love might find it’s way to your little corner of the world as well.
We believe if acceptance and understanding become the norm…
and only words of love, compassion and kindness are hurled…
then….one day…everyone will be welcome
into every little corner of the world.
This is America,
and she is complicated.
She's a dream, an idea, an ideal.
She's an experience, a work in progress.
Sometimes her justice cries and screams.
Her sounds are heard, but no one listens.
As we strive toward equality and justice,
evil tides from the deep often pound our shores,
and as a nation, we often stumble and fall,
but with the yeast of justice, we always rise.
This is a family.
We fight and feud sometimes,
but we shall not go backward.
We shall find our way forward
and face our monsters and skeletons.
Though not all will heed nor want to succeed,
still, we shall root out hate, bigotry, and greed.
This too shall pass
If the policy is wrong, we shall righten it.
Neither demon, devil, nor mortal shall stop us.
We shall decern and discover our fruited trees of demons,
whereupon we shall not pamper, placate, nor prune them, but we shall cut them down to the roots and plant new healthy ones.
Yes, God guiding and leading us, we will cast out our many demons.
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What is love?
The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home,
Or the Siren song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit night
in a field of flowers
Or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
Or a meandering trail
through a rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
Or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
Or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
Or the rock of Gibraltar?
Love is all that and more,
And yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling –
At first blush, irrelevant
And yet,
It’s an impetus, a catalyst –
An euphoria permeating our entire being--
"Love is a many-splendored thing!"*
*(P.F.Webster / Sammy Fain)
~"Types of Love" contest by Nayda Negron
I was a child of the 60’s— I marched for peace and love…if I recall
which is why I have a Pablo Stanley poster with his interpretation of my favorite song, Imagine, hanging on my wall…
John Lennon released Imagine on September 9th, 1971…and every January I like to revisit it…as a new year has begun.
As one year ends it’s human nature to look back on the world we see…
then look ahead and try to imagine the world as we’d like it to be.
In 2021 we saw people still dying from a pandemic…as well as on our streets…we saw entire groups of people in the world and in our country still oppressed…
We saw natural disasters, people going hungry…
we saw social upheaval and political unrest.
So I like to imagine a world brimming with balance, equality and symmetry…
where we embrace instead of recoil from our differences…
where we all live free…in peace and harmony.
I imagine a world no longer filled with hungry men, women, girls and boys…a world where we look our sorrows in the face…and turn them into joys.
Perhaps you think I am a dreamer…looking for a world that can’t be found…but I say you are wrong…we can make this happen…all you have to do is look around.
For every story of prejudice and bigotry…amid the sadness and despairing…we find examples of acceptance and respect for one another…of love and generosity… and caring.
For every robbery…every crime…every time an Earth’s resource is depleted…somewhere in the world a tree is planted…a random act of kindness is completed.
For every country fighting wars…for every bomb that they release…there are people coming together in the name of unity and peace.
For every untimely death that sends ripples of sorrow across the Earth…there are ripples of joy that emanate from a newborn baby’s birth.
So you see the proof is all around us…we can change the fate of we the people…and of this planet we are living on…we just need more voices…more dreamers…like me and John.
Dreamers coming together to make our world a better world than it ever was before…
So we won’t have to look back every January and imagine it be different anymore.
BLACK DEFORESTATION
Like innocent trees rooted and growing
In a black social forest, we’re being chopped
down by roving lumberjack officers of the law,
as if we were arboreal-like diseased black growths:-
Ironically, such deforestation, is a view of jurisprudence
Along this forest trail, least traveled by the blind goddess
Of justice, as she forgivingly hugs guilt with minor reprimand:-
While it is true that natural nature has a way of self-redeeming,
Far be it, it seems, for human nature to be of the same purview;
Particularly, when it has been demonstrated that today’s
Social-forest rangers are above and beyond the law.
How long must we allow the black forest of humanity
To be the victim of wildfire bigotry and its blazing bullets?
How long must we allow it to be a burned-out hued field of tears?
Indeed, how long will we just sit like frogs on lily pads of apathy?
Forgiveness is not to forget the offense and take care of the offender;
Rather, it must be about assuring that the offense never occurs again:-
Indeed, an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, never solved anything;
But there is nothing wrong with soothing a pain, and prohibiting its recurrence:
Let us now be about the cancellation and prevention of Black Deforestation;
There is a time for everything, and it is now the time for us to be doing our thing:-
Old soldiers never die
Old soldiers never cry
Old soldiers live in our heart
In our guts
Forever
Old soldiers live in our pride
In our huts
Forever
Old soldiers live on
Old soldiers fight on
Until the last breath
Until the inevitable death
Of hate and intolerance
Until the last breath
Until the abrupt death
Of racism and ignorance
Until the birth of liberty
Until the hard death of bigotry
Old soldiers never die
Old soldiers never cry
Like the sad sobs of the rain
Like the children in pain
Like the suffering women in poverty
And like the poor elders in misery
Old soldiers never die
Old soldiers never cry
Gentlepeople, I'm also being told
That brave Soldiers don't grow old
They linger in our mind
And they live on in our pride
Forever, eternally
With honor and dignity.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all Soldiers, the Veterans, and to Senator John McCain.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
“Make me an instrument of Your peace”
St. Francis of Assisi
Take all cruel thoughts from my mind.
Let me leave all anger behind.
Help my compassion to increase.
Lord, make me a means of Your peace.
Cast all selfish thoughts to the wind.
Let doubt and bigotry rescind.
Grudges I hold, I will release.
Lord, make me a means of Your peace.
When I see souls struggling to cope,
Let me spread word that You bring hope.
Guide me to make injustice cease.
Lord, make me a means of Your peace.
Your blessings make my pain decrease.
Lord, make me a means of Your peace.
oh my Good Lord for Christ’s sake who have you become
a well-known carpenter who suffered on his own cross
put nails in his own coffin a shepherd who lost to his flock
beggar man in rags once caring and sharing kindness and love
so the story goes but you caved in to prolonged abuse
misrepresented disavowed on the altar of religious deceit
you presided over wars subjugation poverty and holocaust
must have cried thousands of tears in horrible agony
dying all over the planet again once more and forever
they made you a star a celebrity icon poster boy idol
forgot in the process that actions shout louder than words
attached hypocrisy bigotry philistine culture to your name
now you dwell unrecognisably in bourgeoise falsification
in a shallow grave of history that spits on your genius
you were once so great had such wonderful ambition
so much so that if you had not existed we’d have created
a human being with such vision to ease self-imposed pain
your thorny crown has wilted on the spread sheet of time
a relic and artifact an illustration of vast compassion
we lost you in the fields of Flanders on our crusades
in the chambers of Auschwitz when we showed truths
about humankind and the punitive evil of our souls
yet a statue of the Madonna rests next to a lean Buddha
on the fireplace surround in my heart and the hearth
hellfire maybe but I have not forgotten your meaning
04th Amy 2021
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Your footprints are obvious at Christmas time,
In the snow, their size and their angle,
Which puts in the back of your mind,
Where you’ve been, your life’s history and tangle.
Becoming a question to others, prying dads,
After some weeks of that first glance,
Of your private footprints, your silent carriers,
They sit down asking you about your dance.
Different faith, different pathway to tread,
You duck the questions and evade carefully,
The inquisition and their formidable scheme,
To section you into a diluted, disturbed anomaly.
But on that first winter footprint so giving,
You took the opportunity to analyse,
Your whereabouts and your situation,
Successes, failures, and you don’t yourself tease.
Nobody was about, no stares or glares,
Nobody was there to deride or sneeze,
And you don’t tell anyone at home,
Only real friends and olders who please.
They believe in you and have your beliefs,
Not to exclude you or suppress your needs,
To look at you with kindness and affection,
Without preconceived ideas, laws or creeds.
They uphold people as fair and giving,
They include all and locate and care,
They place curtains when there’s shyness,
And converse so as with interests to share.
Snow can be so kind to the mind, tender,
Plucking tunefully at your memory,
So that you can build up your own character,
So that you too won’t be guilty of bigotry.