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So, Rudolph had a glowing nose,
possibly a disease I suppose,
now kids think infection glow
of red a good sight when it shows.
Others laughed, called him names,
didn't let Rudolph play reindeer games,
teach yours play nice treat all the same,
but now yours learnt how bullies pain.
An insight for children into using,
reject all unless they're useful,
accept all if you can use them,
Santa's no seatbelt now kids refusal.
So, when your kid starts to laugh, call names,
won't clean infections that forever remain,
behaviour picked up that you can't explain,
remember Rudolph gave your a*s this pain.
It was you that made sure your kid was shown,
you exposed them to these selfish ways unknown.
When Rudolph was the one flying at the front...
that's when your child turned into a c**t
I was swimming in the ocean enjoying it so much
I back floated and relaxed with my cousins Mat and Hutch
All of a sudden Mat broke my dreamy thoughts with a scream
The water choppy, he was carried swiftly up stream
Two great whites were fighting over which would eat my poor Mat
So I chased after them and I smacked them with a big baseball bat
Is this human being serious? The biggest shark asked the other
I do not know the other shark replied but she looks like my mother
I am a grandma you dopes I said and I smacked each hard on the nose
This the smaller one said haughtily is not how this kind of shark story goes
So I jumped on his slick back. I bucked, screamed, jabbed, and I kicked
And I punched him and bit him, making him mad; his skin was quite thick
This land polluter is crazy the great whites agreed with some flair
So they gave me my cousin whom they had tossed in the air.
Because I liked it I gave them another bat smack across their noses
She is horrible! The great whites said as I hit them with hoses
Sure I got Matt back but due to those shark bullies he now he had PSTD
His swimming suit was gone, so he was sheepish being nude in front of me
So Hutch and I threw off our clothes and we all swam in birthday suits
But those sharks never came back, so glad they were finally loose
I met my friend Jack in the schoolyard-
I was Ojibwe, he was Cree and we were lonely;
And from big bullies he became my bodyguard;
He told me things looking at me hard;
Whispering to me about our culture- words for me only;
Both our souls and hearts were deeply scarred.
And there was a love that has lasted time;
We walked hand in hand in parks, the woods and churchyard;
He taught me First Nation teachings so sublime;
Now, I visit my friend in a graveyard-
A bond of love only.
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March 29, 2017
Rhyme/Love Is A Bond
Copyright Protected, ID 888278
Opposite Gender Love Expression
Frank Herrera
Second Place
It was sometime during the 1940s George Orwell
wrote the acclaimed novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four,
a book exposing a societal condition of pure hell.
The policy of draconian control has never meant more
than it does now as political doublespeak takes place.
Greedy powermongers are guilty of leading lands to war
and hypocrisy runs rampant in government. It's a disgrace
to the office of Presidency that idiocy has gotten this far.
The nonsense of Tomfoolery is the tragic kind of behavior
by manipulative charlatans, narcissists who are in position
to claim they are uniting the world as peacemakers, saviors
when they should be imprisoned in the annals of Perdition.
Many people fear AI will soon have power to take control
but Trump, Putin and others make AI seem rather docile.
Bullies with followers who think they are gods, these A-holes
create mayhem and chaos, whose assholery is colossal!
Orwell also wrote Animal Farm, about totalitarianism trouble,
a stark warning during a time of global conflict and clashes.
Such turbulence exists inside Trump's disinformation bubble.
He must be stopped before the result is a world left in ashes.
"A horse... My kingdom for a horse," shouted Richard the Third.
He was a Lionhearted king, but Trump and Putin have no soul.
History will regard their transgressions as being cruelly absurd
for nothing good they've done will be worthy to praise or extol.
Catha’s hair glistened in the Celtic way
Druids would have worshipped her
A sprinkle of cinnamon on her arms
Her face pixie-like and heart shaped
People fell in love with her
Scottish, Irish and Druids claimed her
We were five when Ma spun the Catha stories.
For our benefit, to honor our McCormick ginger hair.
To help us feel normal with our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles.
Born near Stonehenge,
Gifted with a soothsayer’s heart
She was more fey than the faeries
More gypsy than the Romans.
Clairaudient and clairsentient,
She sensed brownies, elves, and poltergeists
We were seven when our classmates began to bully us
Making fun of our McCormick ginger hair.
To try and make us feel ashamed of our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles, but it did not work
For we were like Catha, the pride of the clan.
Mother’s preparation suiting us up to ignore their evil taunts.
Can you hear me? Are we connected?
As people born with the penetrating organ
What was growing up like for you?
What did it mean to be a "man?"
For me, my models were bullies
Testosterone masses who swung at any slight
"Quit your crying, men don't do that"
As another path was closed to a clenched fist
Fist to face, fist to chest
Bone on skin and repeat again
The endless scraps those boys desired
As I retreated as far as I could
Hounded down to Earth's end
A victim himself rained blows upon me
To "fix" what was perceived as feminine within me
And merely building resentment that never cured
So here we are, so many decades later
Having achieved just as much in life
Yet we sing to therapists
About how masculinity harmed us
What, to you, does it mean to be a man?
I couldn't wait to shed that shell
No matter how buff, burly and bearded my body made me
I'd never be what your father wanted for us
So what has it done for you?
Rich, but alone
Wandering with only a predator's praise in your ear
Praise you've long learned is just bait
So what does it mean to be a man?
What did being born with balls do for us
Beyond be victims to a keyboardist's vile machinations?
Why did I have to bleed for your struggles?
Be strong in your beliefs and opinions
Give and receive them respectfully
Discuss , debate, disagree ,
Devoid of anger and intimidation
Be polite and behave graciously
Don’t try and change opinions
Or what others believe
With intimidation and insults
Just amicably disagree
Why the desire to be hurtful
Trying to out-speak and outdo
Using sarcasm just to be heard
Desperate for control and that final word
Stop being childish and hateful
Bullying is not a game
Spewing ugly vindictive words
Is not the way to make positive change
Insecurities play a part with bullies
Due to lack of self worth and self esteem
Feeling stronger in who they are
When humiliating and simply being mean
Strive for a better way
Strive for a more positive you
There are no wrongs or rights
Just different points of view
Try kindness and compassion
Seek qualities in your fellow mankind
Don’t engage in belittling interactions
Igniting troubled minds
Life is not a competition
A constant game of tit for tat
Being confrontational and critical
Is not the way decent humans act
You have created your own personal battle field
Fuelled by antagonism and controversy
It must be so emotionally draining
Being consumed with malice and negativity
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i am in kindergarten raising my hand to be chosen
i am again a space alien with flatulence and bad halitosis
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with air conditioning
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i reach for a sky with barb wire around every temperamental cloud
i am again a freak show in a cage on a forgotten road to nowhere
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with unobstructed views
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i walk on a beach overrun with careless seaweed that frigidly teases and bullies
i am again a quack job with too many bills and not enough oars
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with pure sincerity and unconditional love
When I was a young school girl,
I would walk along reading a book;
and occasionally my feet would whirl !
Often, I would read in a quiet secret nook.
Of course, this made me a target,
and occasionally bullies liked to seek me out;
those were days I will never, ever forget !
Yet, would I have become this writer without?
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November 26, 2019
Poetry/Quatrain/My Poetic Muse Learned to Shout
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1202-400-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for FGI Series 15 - occasional
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
I don’t worry about nonsense
I abhor it
I love and appreciate common sense
That’s it
I pray to God to grant it to me daily
As a reward or compensation. Pride, integrity
Good logics, compassion and respect are the main
Ingredients that one can find in this domain
One must also follow the principles, the rules
The laws and the constitution of the relevant tools
Acting like fools or bullies is not part of the equation
Narcissism is highly volatile and hazardous for our nation
Power runs out of steam fast
It does not last
The rules of laws are paramount for a civilized society
When a subject is unanimously considered false, eerily or crazy
Everything becomes obvious and logical. The majority
Always prevails unless the venom of corruption, greed and thievery
Is fraudulently or secretly injected. I am always on the side
Of common sense. The majority always wins and the Vox Populi
Vox Dei adage retains its relevancy and accuracy, and the tide
Is echoing in the direction of righteousness and justice. Vox Populi
Vox Dei.
Copyright © January, 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.