Long Clerics Poems
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THE PLAGUE
The voice of the bride
Preparing her yes
Is not heard at all
In you
The laughter of children
Stamping the playground
Is not heard at all
In you
The loudness of merchants
Ringing their fare
Is not heard at all
In you
The bustling of city life
Dawn to night lights
Is not heard at all
In you
The prayers of clerics
Baptism or Last Rights
Is not heard at all
In you
Some people
Wait for science to return
Their humanity stolen from them
While sleeping
Others on their knees
Lift with their faith the veil
Of illness threatening humanity
Away from the earth
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If your'e going to preach it brother.? Hit-em with the Gospel
For its like no other; Spell' Speak of mercy..And the flames of hell' and ring out the message like a ten ton bell.' Tell the truth
'The world is round' like Isaiah shouted.' He really went to
Town.' Also the village for that to matters.' No doubt giving
The matrons a feast of natters.' Yes tell of the King! With a
Sceptre of iron.' Ruler of Nations the one so much better,' by
Leaps and leauges.' Yet a donkey His steed! the pharisees bane.' He allowed them to keep their greeds.' Yes preach of
Life and tbe riches of God.' To all those destined to go under
The sod.' Some clerics may repent.?To turn away? from the
Gasp-ell of death they gasp out today.' Nothing is new as
Solomon put.' Just whitewashed tombs on top thats it.' The
Bones of this matter.' Wont be raised at all.' Who have gasp-ed
Out the message of slavery and thrall.' Its hotter than this
Poem.'The place they must go.' If you don't want to join them 'just let Jesus know.'
the circle of evil
Christianity is embedded in Europe's mind
alas, it is losing its grip under the influence
of other religions and heathen life
The clerics have nothing to offer, only
platitude and sex abuse behind glorious
brocade and oily words.
Love, charity, and forgiveness are
forgotten in the melee of free expression
We are served a TV that lacks humor
banality seeking to mollify the masses
Comedy is no longer ironic but is about
using filthy words to harvest laughter
Politicians are self-seeking and corrupt
even when wrong, go on telling lies
Newspapers, too, served as gospel truth
because we have lost the real meaning
which is about respect and love
peace and forgiveness; the rest is humbug
spoken from pulpits, in churches, that
has lost all credibility
Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Form:
Locked in the pages of a book
I find sanctuary, a quiet nook,
Where I often retreat and find
the kindest heart, the vilest mind.
Whenever I feel like getting away
From the rigors of life on any day,
I step through the portals of a book
into a fantasy world and take a look:
At the mythical realms of dragons
Fairies, nymphs, demons, gorgons,
At the dreams, adventures and magic
of life and death purpose and logic;
Folktales of love, miracles, covenants
Of knights, heroes and revenants,
Of saints, seers, demigods and mystics,
Priests, pundits, mullahs and clerics.
A vast chronicle of betrayal of trust
of reverence, innocence and lust,
Of deceit, debauchery and debacles
of witches, vampires and oracles.
Deeds of dictators, despots, czars
The chaotic world of wasteful wars,
swarming with malicious mobs,
fawners, snivelers and slimy slobs.
Be it poetry, mystery or tragedy
Racy romance, fantasy, comedy,
Oh, just give me but a book any
I will forgo a damsel’s company.
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In the world where religion meets politics,
A turbulent landscape, a battleground of conflicts.
Two mighty forces clash, with no peace in sight,
A never-ending struggle, an eternal fight.
Religion, a lantern guiding the human soul,
Politics, a game where power takes its toll.
With fervent conviction, people take their stand,
Debating and proclaiming, across the land.
Dogmas entwined with ideologies of might,
Faith and power, merging in the midst of the fight.
Seeking control, both sides stake their claim,
Igniting flames of discord, igniting hearts aflame.
In the halls of governance, laws are debated,
Religious beliefs intertwined, affiliations stated.
Leaders and clerics, invoking divine decree,
Yet division and turmoil are all we see.
In this intricate dance of doctrine and rule,
Boundaries blur, leaving hearts and minds cruel.
The whispers of spirituality lost amidst the noise,
As the thirst for power erodes all joys.
We yearn for harmony amidst this raging storm,
For compassion and understanding to reform.
Politicians, religious leaders, hear our plea,
Bridge the chasm, let tolerance run free.
For no peace can be found, no unity gained,
In a world where religion and politics remain estranged.
Let our wisdom guide our choices, love guide our way,
To find a common ground, together, we may.
Religion and politics, entwined in our fate,
But it's compassion and respect that must resonate.
Let us seek understanding, embrace diversity,
To build a future where peace can truly be.
Though the road may be long, and the battle fierce,
With empathy as our sword, we must break through the pierce.
There must be in the hearts of humanity, where a flicker of hope can be found,
That one day, religion and politics may be unbound?
Will Peace and harmony ever be found?
We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn
As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?
In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land
The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?
The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease
We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear
It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
When we self defend with bitter lies
The enemy within
There has been a war up North but after some times
the occupying forces surrendered and took the train
back where they came from.
Newspapers and magazines were (for a while) free
of censors and horrific stories and pictures emerged
which the boy didn’t grasp and soon forgot.
75 years later, the boy, now an old man laid up in
a hospital ward gazing at a white wall remembered
the horrific photos he had seen.
Pictures of sexual deviations, torture and murder
not committed by the foreign occupier but by
opportunists who thrive in the shadow of wars
Sociopaths for whom other lives do not matter
to enrich themselves and indulge in obscene sex
that cumulate in strangling their unlucky victims.
Sociopathy is not an illness, is for them normal
as they are not humans and therefore lack humanity
love is for them, feelings of scant importance.
They, the sociopaths, are well-educated people
found in politics, the clerics, armed forces and
business, where they can exercise power over others
The war in Ukraine is a good example they are
pumping in weapons and refusing any peace negotiation
to the extent of risking a nuclear Armageddon.
History
Will tell
His story
He gives hell
To everyone
And to the world
As he lies and lied, he swirled
Like the leaves of autumn.
Everyone has a story
History will not absolve this one
Who is guilty
Of so much: racism,
Sexism, nepotism
Hypocrisy and weapon
Of mass destruction
No reason
To abuse power and position
Since both are ephemeral
This short-lived role
Will pass like any other season
Only God is eternal
All wars are illegal
In accordance with the Scriptures
Said the High Priest along with the vicars.
History
Will tell
His story
Ring the huge bell
Of the Cathedral
Only God is eternal
This is only a short summary
Of his biography
And not his one-page eulogy
For insulting and hurting Humanity.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Adam Lay Ybounden
(anonymous Medieval English Lyric, circa early 15th century AD)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Adam lay bound, bound in a bond;
Four thousand winters, he thought, were not too long.
And all was for an apple, an apple that he took,
As clerics now find written in their book.
But had the apple not been taken, or had it never been,
We'd never have had our Lady, heaven's queen.
So blesséd be the time the apple was taken thus;
Therefore we sing, "God is gracious!"
The poem has also been rendered as "Adam lay i-bounden" and "Adam lay i-bowndyn." Here is the original poem in one of its ancient forms:
Adam lay i-bounden, bounden in a bond;
Foure thousand winter thought he not too long.
And all was for an apple, an apple that he took,
As clerkes finden written in theire book.
Ne hadde the apple taken been, the apple taken been,
Ne hadde never our Lady aye been heavene queen.
Blessed be the time that apple taken was,
Therefore we moun singen, “Deo gracias!”
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