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"Roses are red,
I want you in our bed."
"Violets are blue,
you can do anything to me that you want to,
and anything you want from me I'll do to you too."
On Valentine's Day I was very super bad.
I gave her what appeared to be nothing more than a brown paper bag.
I'll never forget her look of disappointment, she looked so sad.
Stacked high inside of it,
from the bottom to the top,
were individual Happy Valentine's Day messages,
and with each individual Valentine's Day message read,
the lower you go, the more romantic, but more important, dirtier they'd get.
We had an evening that to this very day we still can't forget.
We had to burn the sheets after we broke the bed.
I could not get much dirtier
I stare at my hands and laugh
not realizing until now how much
I resemble Florence
The old lady we made fun of when we were kids
because she was always filthy; especially her hands.
My hands have paint all over them – and I did not notice
before changing my clothes and coming into this store
I have neon paint in green, blue, and orange on them
There is a splash of gold paint on my bare knee
and a dollop of red paint on my big toe
I laugh at myself
When I was a child I did not realize
this is how little you will care
when you reach your sixties
Florence makes sense now
The enemies of your enemies
In politics are your political friends
The friends of your enemies
Are definitely not your friends
Politics get dirtier everyday
These days, lots of people are being hurt
Politics get nastier everyday
Mad or crazy politicians have no heart
They have respect for nobody
And are concerned solely about money
Power and privilege. They will kill to win
And they will maim to be elected and reelected
Some politicians don't have thick skin
They're ready to participate in illegal raid
Just so they can win at any possible cost
The friends of your enemies need not post
Nothing because they avenge, and backstab
They cannot move forward but want to go back
To their old ways of theft, cheat and corruption
Be protective of the ballots at the next election.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Every other week during summer, or fall ...
there's a loud noise rattling my huge window
facing the shady street
where no kids are seen.
.
Old fashioned grass cutters like the one I had made a minimal noise,
I don't have to visualize it, or see it to describe its actual color...
days ago I saw one with a dangling front the front bumper,
and the small, miserable guy was trying to snap back in its place.
I came outside and yelled, " Fix the darn machine and let me sleep! "
and giving him a second nasty look running my mouth as a truck driver,
" Sir, " he replied, " I am trying to fix it and finish the job and leave!"
" Do it quickly and let me get some more sleep! " that was my answer.
And just in case you wonder
what its color was .....you are
in for a shocking surprise, it was much dirtier
than an abandoned car
with a finish similar to a chocolate's eclair!
A vigilante cop ended crime no matter what it took.
He produced phony evidence to put away the crooks.
He would also shoot criminals and make it look like self defense.
Criminals in his town wound up being referred to in the past tense.
He put a knife in a kidnapper's hand after he shot him in the head.
Then he laughed hysterically and said he was glad that he was dead.
But one day he made a mistake when he shot someone in the back.
This time he couldn't say that the criminal was the first to attack.
His punishment pleased some people but others thought it was unfair.
There's nothing dirtier than a corrupt cop and he got the electric chair.
He was a vigilante cop who eventually had to pay for his sins.
He was a disgrace to his badge and he'll never frame or shoot anybody again.
jay is different than he has ever been
a neatnik of course, and he is my twin.
whereas I am a beatnik, messy and thin.
he is a cleaner, a duster, no dirt on his chin.
I am slovenly, a messy hoarder, a collector, a slob.
my dungarees are usually filthy, rolled up in a glob.
no one is dirtier than I except maybe our uncle Bob.
bob eats like a hog sloppy buttery corn on a cob.
my brother’s cleanliness is annoying; it gets in my way.
he is way too serious, always cleaning, never has time to play.
his skin is sun-deprived, he stays inside to wash down the fray.
a beatnik, I am the exact opposite of my neatnik brother, Jay.
All these people left to their own devices,
white, brown and black all in different sizes,
they started off white but things got dirtier,
the joker said that he didn't mean to hurt her.
That was 'her' - what about 'him,' maybe in the interim,
maybe we could start again but chances were slim,
there was a trap - it didn't matter if you died,
because the bastards were the same on the 'other side.'
A face appeared above a crater wearing a harlequin cap,
pleased with his work, happy to see an overlap,
happy that everyone was dressed in colored squares,
apparently it would seem that no one really cares.
I own you, control you, there's nothing you can do,
accept the fact, I was the one that made you.
she …
was destitute …
cheeks dirtier than the bottom of
her bare, blistered feet
discolored streaks where tears
had traced clean paths …
clothes in mostly tatters and rips
ragged John Deere knit hat pulled over her ears
eyes half-hidden, purposely
and a one-sleeve-missing Members Only jacket
(ironic reflex shaking my head)
beside her on the sidewalk, a small cardboard
sign asked, “please”, only -
with a backward ‘s’
fighting for real estate with a
spattered orange wasteland of used
30G EasyTouch syringes
and tiny balls of scorched aluminum foil
glinting in the afternoon sun like
anesthetized breadcrumbs …
I stopped, reached into my pocket
and withdrew the Benjamin
bending over to tuck it under the sign so it
wouldn’t blow away
“hope this helps” I said
tagging it with a “God bless you” …
I had anticipated an exuberant reaction
maybe I even required it in some way
but I received not a sound
no ‘oh my god!’
no ‘thank you so much!’
no … anything …
I straightened up and stood there for a moment
letting the awkward silence build
and finally … a result -
the left corner of her mouth attempting a grin
or … something …
I stood a while longer
“you know,” I started, with that ‘here comes a
lecture’ tone of voice
but then changed my mind …
for I knew where the bread crumbs led
I knew the ‘trip’ ticket my c-note
was soon going to buy
and whatever bs-on-a-shingle sermon I was
about to force-feed this poor girl,
would not have changed
the destination …
one … cubic … centimeter.
love
i used to think it was measured
by the depths of one's eyes
the swells that formed
when blue turned gray
a cloudy day
with the taste of
warm summer rain
rain
how i loved to feel it
splashing against my face
washing all my secrets
into the puddles of mud
that looked dirtier
than i felt
feelings
i never knew they came assorted
like gummy-bears and rainbows
i only knew one
but i learned it well
learning
i guess you taught me well
i could out run fists
and fits of rage
while not only talking
but sassing back
like some spoiled teen
teens
i remember mine well
loved the color red
and how it dripped
in finger-paintings
on half-slit wrists
now riddled with scars
scars
yeah, i have a few
more than others
but who's counting
except
when counting
one's last breath of air
air
i loved to feel it
warm little breaths
kissing my cheek
in the height of day
but at night
i hated the exhale
it fell too often
like me
me
i guess i never knew love
not until you were gone
from my life
life
seems to blend
differently now
in an assortment
of colors
i never knew
existed
existence
means
no longer liking red
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Words "can" get you killed these days, they can inflame primitive passions in prehistoric minds!
What's worse, if those words pose a threat to power, by the simple act of
speaking the truth, (even if you congregate a big enough crowd that will listen),
and(if that crowd gets too big for bigger eyes and ears), then bigger egos,
with power, will see you as a threat, therefore making you a bigger target!
Yep, you really got a be careful on what you say, to whom you say it to, and more importantly, where you say it at!
With all the surveillance cameras, microphones, and satellites monitoring everything you say, or do, or dream, poses a threat to all of them!
They control both your dreams and nightmares! And they're more interested
in making all your nightmares come true!
And if they don't, you can bet, that there is one of their minions, just itching
to scratch their itchy trigger finger!
And you thought your hopes, your dreams, and your words were yours?
Silly Rabbit, tricks aren't for kids anymore.
The big boys got 'em, and tricks are getting dirtier by the hour!
I feel like I can't get clean enough, after basking in the bile and bacteria bred
by the "Barbers of Fleet Street!" My skin chills to the bone!
So, be cautious of their cut, cuz all of your open chatter, really does matter!
Your words linger on a razor's edge, and that edge is sharp, it cuts deep,
and it cuts quick! But, it never cuts both ways, you can "bank" on that!
Thus, we're living in a time where it's prudent to self-censor your own speech!
Words themselves may not kill, but the minion with a gun in his hand...can!
And will "kill" you for what you say these days! Whether you speak of your
passions, your faith, or lately, your political point of view. Just because "their"
view has been skewed by the rude, by the crude, by the ones with a foul attitude, "We" are its victims, its pawns, its prisoners!
So...Good luck everybody!
And more importantly...watch your words!