Long Ceasefire Poems
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Seasonal sensational Love
These lovely eyes bracing the glimpse of Trees, Mountain,
And Rain in parallel, Falling in its pioneeringly expressive ways!!
Clutching my attention, Serene beauty stickered on my Heart,
Tantalizing with the rhythm of jazzy shake,
Rain pounded against my window!!
Ringing bells lighted the inner peace,
Mountains dwelled with the green nature band,
Paced off those lovely yards,
The garden green snippet filled my soul with the refreshed air!!
The sun rising across the bay,
Inter tranquillity fluorescenced my soul.
Praising vociferously with the theme of attitude towards life,
Around the globe wanted to face the Life's fate.
Ruby red sun tinged through the west,
Water falling through the Cleavage of the mountains!!
Rainbow flashing against my eyes like a mist in heavenly arcade.
Thumping night life on the bustling island amazed me!!
The white cotton sky,
Plugged in with vivid spectrum in depth!!
Immersed in deep ruby eyes of her,
Neither the constraints of latitude and longitude,
Just bouncing the sunshine forever!!
Bracing with rose gold moon in its arms with the twilighting stars,
Perked up with full of energy!!
Rejuvenated with full joy,
The strength of spark instigated my feelings towards you!!
Harmonious accord establishing the ceasefire,
By showering rain to melt the temperature of boiling sun!!
Opening the switches of my heart,
Stimulating the senses,
You will find desire of Love towards you!!
Melancholy rain, Cinerous sky,
Blazing eyes, Peasant walkaway!!
Just can’t forget You Honey,
Life has quite often solaced my eyes,
Glow of cotton rubbing socket of vision throughout years!!
Your eyes,
I love you baby!!
Your smile,
I like that way You come and cheers my heart blazing my soul!!
Baby just come in my life cleansing my broken heart,
Baby you come back please!!
And then only you will find the peck on the cheek!!
Staring in my direction,
You attracted me again, occupying the vacant space of my heart!!
Come again, please heal my heart!!
The shape of the world is not a man standing on a globe, or a man dressed in white robe, it is the shape of the heart that leaves you scrambling in the dark. It resonates through the machines and disrupts your personal dreams.
It climbs up the Chimney looking for something to prove, while scattering black sooth on top of roof. It leaves you stranded at the gate waiting on something that will never come and so destiny will have to get up and run.
The world stands aloof in front of me making silent music in the trees the wild duck is swimming in the pond with the little ducklings follow along. I watched the morning suns rises above the wall scatterings its heat all over the streets melting the asphalts underneath's my feet.
The road in front leads to nowhere , don't listen to them because they have nothing to share, mythology and legendary baked in the sun, you have to complete the task before the day is done.
I can feel your presences in my space, I am trying to tell you something about the human race, the clock will not tick until you get me out of the ditch, hard hands will not do, tender and loving hands will move you along.
If the garden could speak, Adam would come out crawling on his knee begging for mercy and the serpent would have licked the apple juice above his knees and then he would have understood the meaning of glory.
It was not a hard fought battle, it was just the conscience of man devouring the pestilence hiding in the desert sand.
I could feel the thumping in his heart and the agony that he felt from the start. He didn't want a ceasefire so he had to fight against his innate desire.
He was given an ultimatum and if he did not accept it his days would be done. He knew what the fight was all about, it has nothing to do with the people's shout. It is tied to years of history, the rejection, persecution and hate and fulfilling the promise that is tied up in the gates , oh how his heart breaks.
He wants to fulfill the biblical prediction holding David and goliath in two different hands. The philistine were bruised and left walking around without shoes, and on the final day he drove the philistine away and swallowed his breath and retreat to the war cabinet with a map, a pick axe and a hammer.
Atomic bombs are dropped on babies
Humanity is thrown out of the door
Humanity is dead. Humanity is no more
There are too many aggressive and demoniac atrocities
Wars are heartless, bestial, perilous, satanic and deadly
The hypocrisy is clearly obvious and real
This is the end of the world for many
For too many innocent human beings. Yes, this is a big deal
Human lives are no longer important
The streets are painted with real red blood
Oh! My goodness, this is worse than a major flood
Homes and buildings are pulverized. No need to pay rent
Nobody wants a genuine ceasefire
Because emotions and feelings are on fire
Poor babies never had a chance
Poor victims never have a chance
Poor pregnant women never had a chance
Poor weak elders have no chance
Humanity is mephitic. Humanity is no more
The doors and the windows of hell are wide open
There’s no hope. There’s no darn heaven
No need to say more and more
Bombs fall like dead autumnal leaves
Terror is ubiquitous and death is inevitable
Nobody wants to turn the table
They are all liars, criminals and thieves
This is no lie because they are all over the news
This is beyond fear. This is beyond sadness. I refuse
To listen to these well dressed anchors who are lying
Let me close my eyes and cover my ears
What a pity! I feel sorry for the babies
The toddlers, the youngsters, the teenagers
The men and women who die due to abject atrocities
It’s a shame. The criminals are now over-explaining
Perhaps this society should go back fighting with spears
Because the rivers and the seas were not so dirty and bloody
I can’t listen to the racist criminals and the evil bandits who are applauding
One again, let me close my eyes and cover my ears
In my body, there’re no more tears
Humanity is dead. Death is ubiquitous
The hypocrites and the bad politicians are truly dangerous
Toxic, strange, selfish, Machiavellian and inhumane
Hell is everywhere. The world is insane
Yet the Sun is shining
And the Moon is sadly watching.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Atomic bombs are dropped on babies
Humanity is thrown out of the door
Humanity is dead. Humanity is no more
There are too many aggressive and demoniac atrocities
Wars are heartless, bestial, perilous, satanic and deadly
The hypocrisy is clearly obvious and real
This is the end of the world for many
For too many innocent human beings. Yes, this is a big deal
Human lives are no longer important
The streets are painted with real red blood
Oh! My goodness, this is worse than a major flood
Homes and buildings are obliterated. No need to pay rent
Nobody wants a genuine ceasefire
Because emotions and feelings are on fire
Poor babies never had a chance
Poor victims never have a chance
Poor pregnant women never had a chance
Poor weak elders have no chance
Humanity is mephitic. Humanity is no more
The doors and the windows of hell are wide open
There’s no hope. There’s no darn heaven
No need to say more and more
Bombs fall like dead autumnal leaves
Terror is ubiquitous and death is inevitable
Nobody wants to turn the table
They are all liars, criminals and thieves
This is no lie because they are all over the news
This is beyond fear. This is beyond sadness. I refuse
To listen to these well dressed anchors who are lying
Let me close my eyes and cover my ears
What a pity! I feel sorry for the babies
The toddlers, the youngsters, the teenagers
The men and women who die due to abject atrocities
It’s a shame. The criminals are now over-explaining
Perhaps this society should go back fighting with spears
Because the rivers and the seas were not so dirty and bloody
I can’t listen to the racist criminals and the evil bandits who are applauding
One again, let me close my eyes and cover my ears
In my body, there’re no more tears
Humanity is dead. Death is ubiquitous
The hypocrites and the bad politicians are truly dangerous
Toxic, strange, selfish, Machiavellian and inhumane
Hell is everywhere. The world is insane
Yet the Sun is shining
And the Moon is sadly watching.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
TROJAN HORSE
A decade long battle left them exhausted,
Squeezing mettle, dusky vigour fading,
Tired warriors, planning failing,
Dejected lay the war songs ashore!
Wisest of the mighty Greeks,
Amidst the crisis, Odysseus smiled,
The perplexed troops his voice then heard,
‘Retreat shall we all, to Greece we return!’
‘Thou shall follow,’ as they were taught,
None dared to question the mighty Odysseus,
Faith or fear, the reasons aplenty,
‘Surrender? Shall we not better die?’
The smiles then widened, gleaming eyes,
Infectious as they are better known,
The smiles to grins to laughter turned,
Spreading cheer among the Greeks!
Fewer words, glances spoke,
Turning heads to the thunderous roar,
‘There comes, my friends, the parting gift,
As we, the Greeks, soon shall be home!’
To the Trojans was a messenger sent,
Hoping for ceasefire, peace at both ends,
Full throttle preparations to leave the Trojan land,
Boarding ships, dropping sails!
Behind they left a gift of love,
Friendship cordial, they meant to betray,
The fortress gate when opened wide,
An abrupt halt to the jubilant furore!
From Cornel tree grove a masterpiece carved,
A giant hollow wooden horse,
Touching the skies, to Heaven bound,
Stood there a horse with a Divine touch!
Mindlessly the Trojans held the reins to steer,
Giving the enemy’s gift an easy passage into Troy,
Ignoring the words thus spoken by,
Two wisest priests of the kingdom that lived!
Cassandra, Laocoon warned of consequences dire,
If the Horse was not burnt with effect immediate,
‘Trust not the Horse, O Trojans, whatever it is,
I fear the enemy even bearing gifts!’
Resulting in the execution of both,
For the truth they spoke, their unflinching views,
Success when enveils, enmasks the mind,
Obscured and vague, the humans act!
Nightfall brought in their destiny adverse,
Opening the city gates, Odysseus let the Greeks creep in
Therein burnt the mighty kingdom,
Helpless, defeated, once unconquered Troy thus fell!
The quiet witness stood there stock-still,
The giant hollow wooden Trojan Horse!
why will men fight and suffer to advance the interests of their masters, who fling them aside when they have no further use for them?
Arthur Findlay
The black king and the white king, well they didn't see eye to eye
A war was looming, but not them; it was the pawns that would die
They placed them up to the front, with their cavalry at the rear
No side had any notion of backing down, and no side showed fear.
God is surely with us, the bishops on both sides proclaimed
Anyone saying otherwise would have been publicly shamed
A white pawn was the first to move forward, ready for the fight
But in just a couple of moves was struck down, by a black knight.
Two white knights moved forward in a blazing counter attack
The black pieces managed to hold the line and didn't fall back
Then a white bishop moved forward in a straight diagonal line
Black King told his pawns to move forward; everything will be fine.
The black queen wanted action and urged her pawns to be brave
But it wouldn't be her or the king that would be digging their grave
One by one her pawns were slaughtered, like lambs on the battlefield
A ceasefire was out of the question, because neither side would yield.
But the proud white king was about, to meet an agonising fate
When the black queen with her knights, declared a checkmate
But there were really no winners or losers, in this senseless war
Supporters on both sides wondered, what the hell it was all for.
The two main players in the background escaped without a scratch
And were already preparing to meet on the battlefield, for a rematch
Both sides exchanged their battered pieces of the injured and the slain
And maybe tomorrow or the next day were preparing to do it all again.
Meanwhile the arms manufacturers, were making big monetary gain
Whilst the landed gentry ate caviar and sipped on their champagne
Victory parades were held in all the towns, with all the pomp and flair
Hollow platitudes read out to mourn the dead, but do they really care?
Written on 6th June 2022.
The Private caressed his balls out of action during the short ceasefire
the Army had scanned him for testosterone because they needed a killer
He bit into a Milky Way as he cradled his crotch to get ready for the fight
his Universe had become conquest for a medal or a bow to his member
he was an intelligent man and knew that Thanatos and Eros were close
he was bored with war as his days were filled with one kill after another
a bit of rape pillage and outright murder strewn in for diversity training
nothing out of the ordinary just protecting family dogma and fatherland
But wait today he had been given a Galaxy chocolate bar in his rat pack
mouth-wateringly smooth it ran down his sticky fingers in the battle heat
Divine comedy called as he slipped from the trigger to miss the target
oiling his gun had been his forte but sweets and retribution don’t mix
When he reached for the hand-grenade on his ammunition belt he stalled
because he held a flaccid apple and dreamt of virgins and paradise’s snake
gripped his resolve and temptation firmly and waved a whitewashed flag
But he had enlisted for glory so when duty called again he felt like a Smartie
and an Oreo biscuit creamy on the inside sheltered and crisp on the outside
He had once read Nabokov but this moment was reserved for Nabisco and
Lolita approached in hot pants on the horizon in between ruins and dust
Where there’s smoke there is light he concluded and happiness is a warm gun
He had to get collateral damage out of his mind and face mostly friendly fire
so he delayed retrograde action for there is a time for every pulsating feast
and therefore he loaded his kind weapon and aimed straight at bull’s eye lids
dreamt of his wife and his mistress he had to guard with all his body and soul
Just then he exploded in a mine field and became a eunuch in Dad’s Army
14th September 2020
It takes two to make a tear
It’s Christmastime so no more killing now!
Let’s get together, sing some carols here.
In no man’s land, we’re brothers for today.
A merry Christmas, season’s greetings, mate.
Und frohliche weihnachten to you, my friend.
Oh, stille nacht, holy night: a lovely sound.
I’ll trade some brandy for your schnapps, old mate.
Und bratwurst for your bully beef, my friend!
It’s nice to know you, as we’re friendly now.
I wish that you could meet my folk today.
Your German language is a pleasant sound.
Und Englisch klingt gut, now it’s spoken here.
It’s good when laughter is the only sound!
A cigarette? Und zigarette, my friend?
It’s good to smoke it either way right now.
I’d take you home to meet my folks, so here’s
A photo of my wife and children, mate.
I wish that I could be with them today.
We’ll have a game of football, Max, my mate:
A Christmas friendly five a side today!
Ah, football das ist gut, my friend.
And only friendly rivalry from now.
With Cheers, instead of cries: such happy sounds!
And No Man’s land’s a perfect pitch right here.
I wish I had some gifts to offer here.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for hankies now.
Let’s sing again; it’s such a jolly sound.
It’s snowing; friendship keeps us warm today.
You’re welcome to mein mantel, Bob, my friend.
I never thought I’d wear your coat, Max, mate.
The world is now a better place today.
I think we’ll stay gute freunde, do you, my friend?
Of course we’ll be good pals from now on, mate.
I couldn’t shoot at German soldiers now.
We’ll tell them straight that we’re all friendly here -
And no more fighting in the world sounds sound!
They say we’re enemies again, old mate.
Ja, weihnachten war gestern, Bob my friend.
Forgive me if I take your life today…
*In 1914, the German and English troops had a ceasefire at Christmas.
I think my German words are correct, but apologies if not!
From river to the sea, an ocean of blood, filled with cries of children;
peace is broken, homes destroyed, lives shattered, a sea of refugees fleeing torrential bombs, under the ether of Western civilization resisting a ceasefire.
From river to the sea, Palestine is on the brink, like an express train to unspeakable tragedy befalling a whole nation, slated for extinction.
History's marching backward, to Rwanda and Auschwitz, a clever strategem for land without its original people, invaded by European settlers citing holy book to lay their claims, like Spanish conquistadors, proclaiming an "empty continent."
From river to the sea, a nation rises and put down like new Spartacus, mutinous against their slavery, and the new King Cnut desperately summoning the waves for Eretz Israel, with no more checkpoints and separation walls; they're only needed for an apartheid state.
From river to the sea, priceless treasures, highlighting architectural ensembles of centuries, buried under the chorus 'finish them,' finish them all, old, young, women, children, their animals too. The magic of land that spawned world religions suddenly has dwindled to a trickle of humanity, the catharsis of a crisis of spirit, shutting down conscience, and soon new settler homes shall be built on tower of skulls, with Gaza's unwelcome beaches available to western tourists again, offering kayakers great thrills at discounted prices, with its banks lined with daffodils and new palm trees, so the pleasure boats can anchor for a day to take advantage of the whirlpools of new resorts with a big sign, no Palestinian allowed.
From river to the sea, the light glows within the dispossessed, and with each martyr, their spirit of resistance blooms, and the saga lingers: Palestine will be free, and Jews and Muslims shall live together in peace.
Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To murder and to eliminate potential enemies
Fires of hate, fires of hell that kill families
Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea
Fire, natural fires in California
Fire, deadly fires in Gaza
More fire, more power, more firepower
More power, more fire and more back-asswards power
Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner
At the fancy cocktail hour
That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire
Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war
Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar
War is nothing but an evil fire
War is not a game. War is not natural
War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell
War is a waste of human lives and resources
More water to kill all of fires and all sources
The world needs good fire to protect the environment
The world wants peace throughout the continent
God created One World, One People and One Race
And man invented division and many races in this space
Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination
Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption
Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire
We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire
The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe
We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.