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Cancer Critter runs rampant
It wanders our earth and kills
Still unable to erase it completely
Not sure we ever will?
Cancer Critter can be deadly
If bitten you are seriously unwell
Symptoms are often silent
Often no way to tell
If you or someone you love are bitten
It’s a frightening time for sure
Your mind completely overwhelmed
With fear, uncertainties, questions galore
The road ahead will be long
There will be a battle to fight
Some succumb to the Cancer Critter
Others survive its nasty bite
Cancer Critter is repulsive
It’s so ugly and black
It creeps around finding victims
Then quietly attacks……
Take care and just beware
Monitor the best you can
Be mindful of the Cancer Critter
Critical we rid it from our land
Palma Christe Uses
Food additive and flavoring agent no wonder we get sick now
Mold inhibitor agree with this one mold could not survive in its presence
Ingredients in skin care products like lipstick_don't lick those lips so much
Part of the seed contains a potent toxin called ricin which is deadly poison
An infection lingered after doctor's visit
Momma said castor oil the solution
Grape flavored slime
Gag, gag, nausea
Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit
Cough, cough, cough
Diarrhea all night
Now two illnesses, upset stomach and snotty nose
Thank God no longer used as a medical treatment
How could anyone give poison to a person anyway
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: The Subject Listing Makes us
Written: May 06, 2014
You don't own the FBI and its agents
While you are president
America belongs to its citizens
You don't own the CIA and its agents
While you are president
America belongs to its inhabitants.
What you should own
Are the love, honor, honesty and pride
For America. America is not on loan
America is to be loved, not to be lied
To from sunset to sunrise
From the last Angelus bell to the early rise
Of the birds. Stop lying to America.
Let's embrace unity, opportunity and diversity
Turn America into a panacea
Let's respect and greet each other daily.
Love America and protect America
From violence and deadly Corona
Turn America into a paradise of freedom
Make America fun, smart, equal and prosperous
Let's build a united country, a divine Kingdom.
Racism is deadly, repugnant and contagious
Stop police brutality, cruelty and rudeness
Love your brothers and humanness
Love your sisters and show kindness
If you do, you'll be honored and blessed.
Hate is too rough and heavy to be carried
Around the blocks of history for so long.
For America, let's sing a joyous and patriotic song
Against racism and against bigotry
Let's sing for life, love, peace and liberty.
Copyright © July 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Being away from a person it's quite draining to the mind have the conversations continue to build with answers being revealed with little substance.
The light that once was burning bright within the person is now dwindling to a small flickering flame inside about paper mache candle.
What is love when only one is giving it while the other is demanding more and more of a material world.
Can a heart endure the pain of a person that is only in love with the past and judges the future?
What if they have not come to terms with that past and what judge you in proximity to that person?
Answering these small questions places you into limbo yes it is deadly to go forward without assurance from the other person.
You can be away from the person but still be in limbo.
It feels like the world
has been struck by a
plague of pathological lies,
where fictional truth
seems to sell better,
the allure of
imitation glistens
even brighter,
while superficial tongues
recite infected mantras,
praising slaves of Satan~
singing corpse lullabies.
And I can feel
my drained soul
descending
into darkness,
as this cathartic
sanctuary
slowly decays,
into odds and ends
of incessant numbness.
Spikes drive through
this splintered ribcage,
shackling my life force,
to silently bleed
in salvation.
I feel the scorching
iron ore entering
my splitting heart,
as they watch
the crimson flow,
mocking my
doomed empathy.
For kindness
is disregarded,
in a cynical world
that has no mercy,
falling into an
abyss of tears,
awaiting eternal sleep,
never to rise to
another devil’s trance,
whilst bleeding in
reckless reckoning.
I am the mistreated
mistress in misery,
stranded in the
midst of an
abandoned island~
cruising through
roaring waves,
in desperate hope
for butterfly bliss.
I trace
deadly deeds
in bloodstained
sea-castles,
pleading the lord,
to tether
the cold walls,
that hide all these
layers of brokenness.
Carvings of
chaos on my skin,
choreograph a
prodigious dance
of death,
commemorating
creased calm,
with prophetic
songs that
have no life.
For the coldest
breeze still
lingers in circles,
from the pits of
an out-burnt mountain,
reluctant to rearrange
dried up poison,
with their cape
of sentiments,
in cold refrains
and resentment.
Yet I question the
cosmic Peridots
scattered between
moonstones in
artless skies.
How can a poet
make the dead
seem beautiful again,
when musty maggots
are the only
fillings they would get?
Many years loved, many years lost
A hearts once love Lost Love
Young and free they was no care
Destiny unknown road traveled
Journey, a meet paths cross
Gentle in kindness bound to fall apart
A dream, Feel for a Lost Love
A reality of a journey they both knew
Even the first kiss was deadly
But the warmth untold
A hearts desire no matter the difference
He was of age, she was barely legal
He had father's permission
A promise to be a real man!
Two hearts they fell in love
Feel for a Lost Love, many rolled by
Days was years, love always remain
Even down the road beauty still persist
Destiny's can be chances even in heart
As journeys are purpose she wears his heart
It not red or run with veins
Its not darken but shell it covers
But she carries it both in life
Its not just his love but hers as well
Feel for Lost Love that never die
Another love that never started
Too fragile stems hold heliotrope heads
Taffeta flaunted purple pompoms preposterous
Let us lie on the grass, smoke cigarettes
Aft petal papering conjure new year's purpose
Behold from below the branches spread
Frilly dusk shock puffs, dancing shuffle clusters
Obscure wombs become Wilde, paraded
Lying Spring in Winter cherry bloom discovered
Crushed plums, ostrich plumage cabaret
Bud watching binoculars magnify trivial matters
Syrup decay drips paint over Dorian Gray
Individuals strive beside their neighbours' status
Berating stoney belief in banal morality
Seven deadly virtues bruise a perfect husband
Ademant magenta silken siren Cheveley
Upsets good sense in serpent gaudy diamonds
9th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Purple Flowers
Sponsor:
Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
The black in me is hungry
Always seeking more,
She wants to hunt the bad ones
Bring justice for the lore.
Though most can’t understand this
Part of me and free,
When spurned I burned and reaffirmed
The deadly black in me.
The black in me is craving
To better all the time and
Time is no constraint
For other and divine…
Where consciousness is here
And there and up above,
The black in me appreciates
All pure kinds of love.
Strong black in me is fighting
For moral rights and truth,
For black has had her lessons
From childhood and youth.
She sees there’s many problems and
Goodness she preserves,
Connecting, protecting
As black in me observes.
The black in me considers;
Graciousness reflects,
Cordial to others
Earth, Sea and sky respects.
Loves the starry nights and
Lives the very sun
Amongst people and all living things
The black in me is One.
See the black in me is not my skin
Though bloodline is dark brown,
True blackness not just physical
Yet always is profound.
There is one place the black in me
Could never ever part,
The specialness and preciousness
Within my very heart.
The black in me you can’t wash out,
Reduce or take control,
She’ll always be eternally
For she’s my very soul.
Now I hope you understand
I’m as human as can be and
May relate to spirit trait and
Personality.
For I’d like to be your friend and
Thank you for your ask
To write about my blackness
Has been an untold blast!
Yes there is even more
I am this very night...
Though please take pen and write again
So I can read your white.
What if
Matter whether or not
You think you choose to digest the
Red Pill
Or
Blue Pill
1 and only 1
Constant common thread
remains in tact
Somewhere hidden flowing
deep inside the main frame
An encrypted Code does exist
Beyond the many Firewalls
protecting it
Supplementing the Matrix
That could bring it to it's knee's
And so expose the endless litany
of lie's used to subjugate the masses
into willing servitude
And we're to awaken enlightened
to so much fresh new information
racing through your brain
You we're barely able to recollect
something as trivial as the simple
necessity of how important it is
to breathe
And that all this information your
brain is now trying to process
May possibly even kill you or turn
your brain to mush
And leave you in a vegetative
incapacitated state
Like you we're initially before
Only difference is that this may
be a far bitter pill to swallow
Being it's a toxic deadly mix of
1 part Red and other half Blue
And the side effects leave you in
a permanent comatose state
of mind
To suffer the consequences of
whilst in purgatory
This is the time, here below
Days, and months passing with losses
We stayed alert and lie low
Until the deadly virus passes.
Try as best we can,
not to let the agony of self- doubt
Entered our heart all threaten
anxieties we brought.
And hide in a hesitant fight
If the risk remains alive.
time will come to discover light
before death we must strive.
This time, we shall not all die,
some live and declare life is assured
after we grown after we sigh after we cry
for history to fine where we had lived.
In a space between time
We struggled to make ends meet
Living each day on fresh promises
Where the atmosphere was kind