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The penchant of a national leader.
can show malignancy in things he says;
things for which his mind needs a proof-reader.
Some tempers malign as rivals start to quiz
Views have drawn the cancer, cacoethes.
A writer’s mania – cacoethes scribendi -
appears when terrorists write a manifesto.
Do over-engaged minds stage what’s trendy?
obsessive was the groove of the fluent Victor Hugo
and fictional, compulsive liar – Pinocchio.
Take Hugo’s masterpiece, Les Miserables.
With surplus words, intense cravings we find
yield lawless acts, theft, prostitution which rob
disadvantaged folk of their conventional mind.
Poverty's victims are prone to spell-bind.
Hold my hand to teach me how to write
Take me to the library. I need to shed light
On a few words that I have never seen before
Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door
For my future. I want to learn. I'm eager to learn
Feed my starving brain and help the minorities too
Let's have a picnic of great books, a book fair. I yearn
For the day where everyone is literate. There's no fool
Refusing to spend some quality time at the library
Show me how to pick beautiful words from the forest
Eventually, I would love to write a book of comedy
Many books of poetry, novels about lovers and pests
Hold my hand and be patient with me and give me time
To increase the zest of my writing. Show me how to rhyme
I want to write about liberty, love, peace, health, and freedom
Especially freedom of speech. Tonight, I hope there's no quorum
For the Board meeting. I would love to have a book party for
Disadvantaged children and for minorities. Free entry at the door
Admission is free! Wow! Everybody is learning and having fun
When the world is literate, there will be less poverty under the sun.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Nov. 19th,2012
A POEM
By: C.M. Charron
Reading the News
Opened, or Closed?
Blue like a corpse?
or
Pink as a rose?
Under my clothes;
It all is exposed.
My self is discarded
along with the rest .... undone ......
My best.
My choice?
My TRAUMA!
My inadequacies
Not like a virgin mother.
After then the blood regular
a river flowing of tears EVERYTIME
Frantic shame
fear and guilt
Patches in my Quilt, e.d armor
Falling down
down down down
farther. The HIT
This FIT! to fit
My dishonor as a woman
My womb in
men’s hands
Desecration , mutilation,
preservation and restoration
of
TIME.
Wishes and wants (sigh)
intention the prevention.
Here! here take it already!!!
Here? Hear this!
HISSSSS , I heard
The call and the sacrifice is mine
A prayer to God
That is yours that there isn’t shame
My king is a kind judge
A patient master of love
Who are you to me?
Pain stained and I remember not in vane ,
to keep had been a crueler game.
With life this cycle and this time disadvantaged.
The chance is
for who? Not YOU!
Mr. Lawmaking man , listen to my heart beat!
See ME and every other sister, my brother!
As your daughter, your mother not just some OTHER
in this place HERE, these fears.
You can not. You have no ears and you are blind.
Both your crimes
Not mine
I must not forgive you
That is what GOD does
That Spirit alone
The Angel at home
The wound to my soul
Against the nature
One day in the eternal
We will meet
The mountain looks across a sea gazing
as it crawls beholding living waves move amazing Grace
echoing gull's lament falls upon deaf ears
silence freezes over iced laced as they that breathe out
from salted whispers footprints scream injustice
Nurtured with the twilight covers ebony
dressed in sparkling silver starlight
where perfection has been misplaced
At the gate without hope as seen for it's strong virtues
realities shadows quickly reaches the summit
consumed far fetched mad as a hatter hounds of words
spell disaster smoking guns disadvantaged creation
This planet has lost the plot completely
with dishonest crooks filled with mercury heavy lead
back to front doses evolve helpless beings
small measures begins poisoning the weak minded fools
In those whom use the upside down Bible
for no good cause stumbling at the hurdles chariots on fire
spoken of at the burning bush our ten laws etched on stone
take your heathen temple out of our land
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to praise the Lord
To proclaim His anointing spirit
And with Him to get on board
Jesus came to preach the Gospel
To spread the holy word of God
To let the people know that
Oppressive behavior comes not from the heart
Today many people of color are suffering
Financially and legally as well
We're the most disadvantaged, the most killed
And the most incarcerated in jail
Our minds have been colonized
Our history diminished to naught
They call us savage and undisciplined
And say we can't be taught
Red lined, stopped & frisked
Under counted in the census of the nation
No federal dollars to our communities
As we're constantly under dissipation
I don't know what you came to do
But like Jesus i came to speak power and truth
For those issues that plagued his time
are now plaguing mine too
As there's nothing new under the sun
But we need to believe
That if we tap into our Holy Ghost power
There's nothing we can't achieve
To be the change in the world that we want to see
We must make it come about
By embracing the resurrection power of Christ
And with true faith to work it out
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to take a stand
For I've been delivered and empowered
By the Sacred Blood of the Son of Man
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to battle and fight
As I'll no longer sit in complacency
But challenge the status quo out right
To put the devil on notice
And give hope to the oppressed
To cause a shift in power
And get our circumstances addressed
I was created to be free
And not a prisoner of any man
For I'm a child of the Heavenly King
And For me He has a plan
As homelessness isn't my destiny
Nor is poverty my goal
And like Jesus I came to change the world
And take from the oppressors control
I don't know what you came to do
But I came spread the Gospel of Christ
To let my enemies know that I will now
Lead an abundant live
Yes the battle may be long and protracted
But I'm in for the long haul
As I don't know what you came to do
But I came to tear down strongholds
("I of the Beholder", 2014, original pen and ink)
The World Is Changing
Quick as thought
The world is changing
Right before our eyes
Everywhere
People waking up
To what needs to change
What can be done
Because finally
We have the means
To do
Or at least try.
Quick as thought
People waking up
To the need to correct
Age-old injustices
To the disadvantaged
And disempowered
In a society sick from success
And excess
That cares not for the other
From the poor and unborn
To the planet itself.
And just as quick
Piggybacking on the first
Growing social awareness
Comes the spiritual awakening
It is all in vain
Literally, our hubris to think
We can change anything
Others or the world
That it even needs changing
To become a better
More perfect union
Just because our guilty conscience
Tell us we should
And our abundant wealth and knowledge
Tempts us with how
Doesn’t mean we know
What’s best even if we could
And so we freeze – at the starting gate
Or blindly rush on – unsure in which direction
Each the same
In our foolishness.
And thus our consciousness
Rises another notch
On the evolutionary scale
In a hierarchy of needs
From the group pack and herd
To the personal self and individual
Onward and upward into the transpersonal
With its realms beyond physical
In the space of the spiritual
Immediate without limit
Changeless ever-present.
And so we go, each and all,
Zero the Hero
The journey of a star from dust to dust
Ignition into radiance
Extinction into darkness
With a moment or two of self-awareness
Along the way
A moment or two before and after science
When time stops still
We step off the wheel surprised at last
To find we simply are.
(10/23/23)
Those who need us
“Who knocks so quite on, the cloister’s, door
A poor waif from a land afar.”
The rest of the song is the miasma of years.
Many people in this world are born under
An unlucky star and seek a place of peace
Somewhere in Europa.
Europe is not too kind some strangers are
Needed to do low-paid work cleaning toilets
And vomit caused by those of plenty.
We call them criminals when they are
Just like you and me, but disadvantaged
Of being born at places of strife.
We have, no duty, but humanity
To lend a helping hand because they
Didn’t come to rob us but to work and live
There was a time when Europa was poor
Many went to bed starving; this can
Happen again is all in the luck of the stars
Have you ever watched a sitting
of an Australian parliament
For thirty years or more my attention has been absent
From what I do recall
the language that they use
is full of vitriolic abuse
They have inflated audacity
in what they do believe
They are empowered to enslave us
it's a model I aggrieve
These parliamentarians, they are described as sitting members
when supposedly "democratically" elected
But are they ever sitting, seems to be they're mostly lying
It's a deceptive model, which for three decades,
I have vehemently rejected
And then to rub our noses in the dirt,
they assume the title, the honourable member. How can this be is this a joke
Dishonourable is more apt, treat the sleeping population with contempt
For so many decades this dis-empowering system
Why have the people never been awoke
Such atrocious decisions that are surely made
Conscript young men to fight another nasty corporation war
No love for humanity or for themselves
do we need them? Such direction I abhor
The irony of it all is that we are forced to vote for a so called democracy
Such corruption such a sham
war propaganda, lose your job if you're not jabbed
all these lies issued, to perpetrate a filthy scam
And there's the pensioners, the disadvantaged
who exist, just above the line of being poor
Whilst these parliamentary parasites
send millions to support a Ukraine/Russian war
I maintain no desire, for another human being
to claim he represents me, in any shape or form
And so I do declare a pledge , to do all within my power
to deviate from all political norm
How to educate the public, where does one begin
Of the treasonous system embedded deep within
My allegiance is to adhere to the principles
of our loving Father, existing hgh above
To include each and every day
a simple message of harmony peace and love
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
The world is nothing else if not constantly turning
Turning on its own axis,
Turning night to day, again and again,
For all of us, regardless of life form.
And for us, social human beings
This has its own unique twists and turns.
When I was a kid sixty years ago
The biggest civil rights issue of the day
Was equality for blacks
And it was beautiful to see the tide change
Before our very eyes.
Then, one by one, another group was added
From women to gays, Jews, and Natives
Each wanting to be able to raise their hand
And at least get some notice if not special treatment,
Although it certainly seemed the special treatment
Was a welcome plus.
But today the cycle has come a full 180 degrees,
And the biggest civil rights issue of the day
Is now DEI and the abuse of identity politics.
Like an extreme tide at its historic high
DEI now has infiltrated into the highest levels
From academia, public, and private
To corporate boards, mainstream media,
Government agencies, sports, entertainment
And churches, systemically institutionalizing
The soft bigotry of low and no expectation.
But as with every high tide, at some point, it turns
And as it flows out, it leaves its detritus behind,
And so here we are today watching ideas and agendas,
Which were pushed on everyone with impunity
Just a year ago, now left exposed and abandoned.
Where will this lead in the next years and decades
As the tide continues to retreat?
It’s hard to say, but what’s likely is freedom,
Not compulsion, will continue to gain strength.
Eventually, perhaps the whole notion of minority
Or victim and disadvantaged status and rights
Will be eclipsed by a more fundamental notion
Of equality of human rights
Regardless of sex, race, religion,
Size, age, ability, or personal quirks.
Imagine that, a world that actually acknowledges
Celebrates, accepts, and supports the individual
Exactly and simply as we are.