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Mud lines my way
In a field of concrete
Where you live and where I watch.
Let me walk - or rather writhe -
Past pillars of flesh,
Your flesh,
And sniff human smells
Of sweat and gold and sleep.
This is your garden of my earthly delights.
You squash me with damp paper.
I curl before your door and wait.
Will your door ever open?
I watch through fogged panes
Your daily life -
Perhaps when you lift your shirt too -
I do not think my head will regret
The sordid sights of my soul.
I ache.
Do not tell me my karma,
I too see my heart lift the feather.
O how I dare.
Dare to touch lips and dare to talk,
Dare to lock eyes and dare to walk.
Do not tell me my karma.
You squash me with damp paper.
You open your door above me
I scuttle through.
My wet cerci and my hard thorax
Leave no cause for concern.
I do not think you will see me.
Do not tell me my karma.
I am the yellow cockroach
You squash with damp paper.
Honest salesman is a semi-oxymoron
Just like an honest politician
Please do not laugh, all lawyers or
Accountants are not crooks. When the door
Is wide open a mouse, a rat, a cockroach
Would me more than happy to approach
Some politicians have tried to be better
And more credible. Some are men/women of honor
However, others are pathological liars
They are professionals who behave like traitors
They think that the "truth is not the truth". They're confused
Lies are lies. Dogs are dogs. Politicians play politics
Call the exterminators to annihilate the ticks
Liars always ignore the truth. Please, let's not mused
In politics, it is probably not easy to be too honest
Because so much is involved. Let's chase the pests
The corrupt politicians who are ruining everything
And destroying the dream. Let them flee. Let's ring
The bells. Not all politicians are crooked or criminals
That's true. I am not lying, just check the election polls.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I went to an ‘animal experience’ its something I won’t forget
Sitting there on benches with a canopy to stop us getting wet
The first creature we saw was a giant cockroach – it was sooooo big
We had the chance to hold it I said ‘no way’ just put it on a twig
Next we saw a giant African snail
The thought of holding it made me go quite pale
Finally they brought out the snakes
I was so scared I got the shakes
But ‘Monty’ python was so stunning
I was good and didn’t go off running
The lady held it for us to touch
So warm and soft it wasn’t rough
Touching a snake does not hold such a fear
I will be brave again if I go next year
Jan Allison
19th July 2014
I'm that guy who literally could never harm a fly.
I respect life too much and it saddens me to see anything die.
I once had a guest at my home when a little cockroach began to roam
foraging atop of my table.
My guest raised his hand to give that cockroach a slam,
but I grabbed his wrist rendering him unable.
I scooped up the little guy safely into my closed palm.
I then tossed it out my window so its life could go on.
It saddens me to consume even the simplest of plant life
because life is so precious. It's every living things unalienable right.
Yes, I respect all life, plants, animals, even creatures most consider vermin.
The fact that we must survive by consuming the living, is in my sincere blasphemous opinion
truly the greatest mistake of the Creator. It is most definetly God's greatest sin.
The Life of a Poor Cockroach
By Franklin Price
12/3/2016
The life of a poor cockroach
A very thankless life to live
Humans think that we are dirty
Have less than nothing we can give
We live our lives within the walls
Of the house where we reside
Peeking out the cracks and crevices
To where many friends have died
When the lights at night are turned out
And humans go to sleep a wink
We sneak into the kitchen
Find dirty dishes in the sink
You know that we eat everything
All the waste on every plate
I'm the stud roach about the place
I even brought a date
Suddenly the lights come on
Someone wants a midnight snack
We're caught out in the open
Far from a crevice or a crack
We hear a scream emitted
An uck, an ew, a roach!
If we want to live much longer
Must find another house to poach
For I'm quite sure tomorrow
When Bug-B-Gone is at the door
Assassins will have come for us
We will cease to be no more
So you see if you're a cockroach
It's hard to have a long term lease
Just when you think you've got it made
That's the time your life will cease
Cancer come looking not afraid
Will take control
Cancer seeks out no one but infects everyone
Cancer sneaks like a prowler at night
Don't care about you or your feelings
Cancer hunts you down like a victim you fall
Cancer could care less where your from or who it is about to take you from
Cancer hides in the dark but is as plain as light
Cancer is strange and is aggressive as sin
Cancer feeds on the young destroys the old
Laughs in your face each time it multiplies itself
Like a cockroach chases you from your home
Long nights alone in hospital beds
Reads you stories of missed dreams
Tucks you in restraining all your freedom
Cancer beats the hell out of you every minute of every day
As it fights the radiation makes you fragile and unrecognizable
Only a blessing of death can defeats its war
But it wages on taking all it can and all it will
Cancer is pain and we so need the cure.
Rest assured as you Cancer does not rest we will eventually take control of you.
Anyone out there have a cockroach problem?
Has it gotten out of hand despite your attempts at extermination?
Well I have for you the perfect solution.
I have discovered an alternative to extermination.
Despite any cockroach infestation
I've never had it in me to kill them
which forced me to find an alternate solution.
My method has never failed me. Wanna know my solution?
I don't exterminate the cockroaches. What I do is feed them.
I've an empty 15 gallon fish tank and before I go to bed
I sprinkle crumbs or whatever food on the tank's floor where the cockroaches are fed.
When I awake in the morning the tank is cockroach filled.
I then secure a top to the tank and release them all in a vacant lot land refill.
After 1 week of doing this I give you my personal guarantee.
Your home will become 100% cockroach free,
until new uninvited guests arrive from a new moved in family.
I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed and mimiram joined the crew when her leprosy
came through.
I traveled to Vatican City to view the writing form the thirteenth century there were piles and piles of them standing in a row but I had nowhere to go and I could not move any of them.
I had to view them with a magnifying glass or the whole thing would have fallen apart .I walked along the Vatican city underground and there were museums all around with documents that goes back to the creation of the earth but they were all sealed up in dirt.
Something caught my eyes from the back and I continue to move my eyeball over the lines to see what historical data I could find. I just wanted to fit the pieces together until I could uncover the secrecy, and just when I thought my long search was done a cockroach crawl up from the corner and there it was staring at me, the very line that illustrate my dignity. A thousand cameras pointed at me from every angle, I could not touch or move a thing until the vessel I had memorized the plaintiff hymn.
The Priest kept juggling on the floor and the Roman soldiers keep asking for more, the theater was where it all began with a harp a violin and a harmonica riding on the gondola and singing a song. They were all playing for me as the discovery breaks the bonds of history to uncover an age-old mystery, the authentic crowd docked on the other side while I continue to hold up my pride and the gondola drift.
I try to fit the piece together so I went on a hurricane ride and landed in Peru and made my way to the city of Cuzco to connect the dots and explore the salt mine of maras and when I got what I wanted I made my way to France and visit the Mount Blanc and made a bond with Eifel tower. When the research was over, I clocked in nine hundred million dollars for a Zig Zag line and a marking on a cave that was divine.
And so the evidence was right in front of me to prove the murder in the first degree and a global fraud in the second degree. You must make haste and come and see me.
COCKROACH...!!!
Scream my desperate daughters ...
- Mom, kill the cockroach ...!
I ask because mom
and not the father ...!?
- What's the reason for not
dad ...!?
They answer in chorus:
- Dad crushes ... and we
cannot stand... !
- Mom, kill with class,
with insecticide ... let it
dizzy ...!
So, here at home,
is she the woman who
is the exterminator of the future!
of cockroaches ...!
A memory came knocking
On the forbidden door
I had Locked it far away
Reliving it no more
A memory came knocking
Musing in my head
Rambling on, it did not stop
So I wrote it down instead
A memory was angry
Living in my head
Vexed and tumultuous
It got me out of bed
The room was filled with anger
Curse words, fists, and fear
My mother and my siblings
Abuse and full of tear
A memory came knocking
It took me back to school
My sadness overwhelming
I acted like a fool
A memory came knocking
It left with it some dust
At seventeen I had given up
And started to self-destruct
A memory came knocking
The drink, the weed, and drugs
All I was really searching for
Were love, some care, and hugs
A memory came knocking
Surprised it was to see
How life became my vice,
How it took care of me
A memory came knocking
My mind now strong and sound
Remembering with gratitude
The love which I had found
A memory came knocking
I saw your lovely face
My heart was never happier
It has now found its place.
A memory came knocking
It found me on a beach
Sipping a mojito with my " cockroach"
Enjoying the Mexican heat
No memory could hurt me
I bolted back that door
A peacefulness transcended
I had gotten to the core
The angry memory
Never returned
It met with its demise
The damage it has left behind
My youth has paid the price
A memory came knocking
I took it by the hand
And slowly all the memories
Started to disband
A memory came knocking
Retired it had found me
Sitting on my swing
With a brandy and a good cigar
The birds began to sing.
A memory came knocking
Willing me to write
A battle to be fought
I took my pen to hand
and off we went to war!