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Freedom from, Freedom to, Freedom For

what is the true purpose of Memorial Day? 
why do we reflect on those whose lives that have paid 
for us to have freedom from, freedom to and freedom for 
those who went to war and died so that we could endure 
the freedom from oppression by many
who are now in military graves 
the freedom to choose how we live 
in the land of the brave
the freedom for everyone to have equal rights, 
the freedom for all to live in God's light

it's not enough to cast off chains 
we also need to free all others
every man, every woman, every child, 
all of our sisters and brothers 
freedom from hate, freedom to love 
freedom for all covered by the blood 
freedom from godly sorrow 
and the freedom for us to comprehend 
that godly sorrow is how we respond 
as godly women and men
so let your godly sorrow lead to repentance 
allow remorse to set you right. 
stay away from that "If road" 
just walk by faith and not by sight

just don't question God and how He moves about 
trust His actions simply remain faithful and most devout 
distinguish the cause of your godly sorrow 
and understand where it came from
recognize the jealousy in your heart
allow the Holy Spirit to remove it at once

now thinking differently by turning away from sin 
moving on a godly plain, letting repentance now come in 
freedom to work it out fully 
to produce positive resolutions
freedom from fascism, freedom to equity 
freedom to have a revolution 
freedom from, freedom to
and freedom for us to live as a community 
freedom from racism, freedom to equal justice 
freedom for a perfect unity

so let us pay homage to those 
who perished so that we can live free 
as Memorial Day is about those who died 
to give freedom to you and to me


Elemental Formulations of Healing For The Soul

Elemental formulations of healing for the soul 
Consequential co-ordinations as we resist growing old 
Monumental calculations from a mind in the scientific cold 
Fundamental indignation from a heritage that has been cheaply sold 

Inspiration from an underground rebellion against corruption 
Congregations gathering peacefully while they plan the next outrageous eruption 
Elevations of encouragement reserved for the next humble induction 
Consternations of conscience as they deliberate the latest disruption

Elated Birthrights of grace that alleviate the suffering of man 
Conflated sights of misplaced rights that insight the oppressed to take a stand 
Berated knights of armies that fight for the underprivileged lands 
Outdated insights from the furtherest from right that cannot reach out to take their neighbours hand 

Sorrow amidst the grieving leaves of the oldest oak lined tree
Tomorrow rids the meaning of the boldest manoeuvre to be free
Borrow a reference from those streaming the coldest point of view even though they cannot see 
Chateaux of Buddhist Mist resists those seeming as though they understand what it means to just “be”

Retrospective Franz Kafka, Kubrick and Van Gogh are turning in their respective artistic graves 
Genuflective baroque bursts out in the streets and illuminates the belligerent and brave 
My perspective resists the twists in the narrative that perpetuate the misrepresentation of knowledge in this dying age 
Defective subjectives invoke word detectives as contradictions alleviate words from a sage

Retreating from gender and bigotry , racism, discrimination and persecution 
Completing a consulate meeting while avoiding contamination of your verbal elocution  
Deleting the render of fascism, recrimination and avoiding electrocution 
Competing the bender of catachlysm while intimidation forces an absolution 

Give peace a chance while you look at him askance and allow a new world to now form 
Live through this strange dance while the privilege prance and the poor remain utterly forlorn 
Forgive the wanton violent stance of those who are existing war torn 
Outlive the demise of the good in disguise as a baby cries after being born 

The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Inside the Triangle of Hate

Love does not rejoice in iniquity but rejoices in the truth
words taken from the bible that fires an arrow deep

We are living now in a world where people have departed from God 
tolerance is needed with prayer and fasting

Socrates hits the key note in this where fascism takes control
When the debate is lost slander becomes the tool of losers

Many are so shortsighted blind when it comes to standing supporting sin
Do we look to the bright side of humanity
instruct ignorance springs to mind when it comes to fault

Under a veil where darkness forces its agenda
silencing the victims from having rights to an opinion
Every slave has become chained in words to chaos
deeds served as caring take away certain values

Living has little meaning when vanity takes the reins
hard hitting facts are hard to ignore in these bullies

Victorious individuals rise above the storms of life
because we all can see the burning anger is internally fused by hate 
triggered by the deepest burning turmoil
even when forgiven it pushes so far beyond belief

In some cases in the end we are flogging a dead horse
so to speak good without judgement

I am a sinner forgive me my life's errors
we are all guilty of remaining quite at times
the time to speak is now and defend your birthright
no good comes out from evil ways
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Tories Have Killed Something Beautiful

We feel it growing in the hills
Where the battles of history were fought.
We see it’s wind in the fields
Where the food of our life grows
We hear it soar through the trees on the winds of the memories of lost souls.

It’s not about Brexit or British sovereignty it’s a clear line to history re-enacting  itself.

Fascism creeps into our homes 
Fascism bleeds into our blood.

They have built walls around our democracy.
Democracy for what our ancestors died to behold.

They will strip our decency and leave us to fight amongst each other for nothing at all

They will destroy this country until we stand and say enough one and all.

Premium Member Walk the Walk

They crowd around their leader
unqualified, unfit
Vying for some action
all chomping at the bit

They’ve given-up democracy
their morals are all gone
Instead they honor Donald Trump
a two-bit, traitor con

They don’t want an America
with those who aren’t White
They’d rather burn it to the ground
and threaten that they might

They’re homophobic bigots
and condemn those who are trans
Scared of life, scared of love
they punish them with bans

Like preachers, they quote scripture
hang crosses from their chains
But then deport small children
far away, alone, on planes

The MAGA base is poisoned
hating all that’s not the same
Then praise an unfit moron
who’s a fool and has no shame

We won’t give-up our freedom
our vote, or right to talk
Together, we will march as one
resist, and walk the walk
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Decent life

Decent life
Pure life

I can’t do that
Psychology destroying the life
Destroys in my life
Parasite science
Plastic
Kills my life.

Why must I accept this science? 
This is a mental poison, a mental cancer
Oh, where are the prophets?
Where is the God?

Oh God, why do you give free will to the human?
Can you see it? Can you see it? 
Psychology what created in my life?

What? Aggressive science
It’s very good money
Is the communism is humanist?
Is the communism is humanism?
Is the socialism is humanism?
This psychology is fascism

Oh, wise people of the world!
Oh, wise theologians and psycholophers!
You don’see that what I recognized
Psychology is power on the mind
Where is my free life?

Moneymaker psychologists eats my life
I have become a toy, 
Human life has no value
Psychology is infection in my life
Harmful mental deluge
I don’t have an ark
I will kill myself
Goodbye life.

Decent life
Pure life
Come here
Come here
My next life
My new life.

Dropping Bombs

Dropping bombs 

During the World War 2, there was a town in the west of Norway
that also had a passable airport where German planes could take off
and shoot at things near the British coast.
RAF tried to find and bomb the airport, but they didn’t but dropped
their bombs over our town on the way back.
Some people were killed some were maimed for life.
When people get bombs thrown at them, it is reasonable to think
they get angry, with no understanding of the war effort.
The enemy was, as far as the town dweller was concerned
the British, so much so when British troops came, they were met
With stifled smiles.
That is why I think Putin should stop his attacks on Ukraine
whoever noble his aim is to get rid of fascism, he will forever
be seen as the enemy by bombed-out people.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Postmillennial Patriots

To be a true and pure and faithful evangelically zealous fundamentalist,
whether of good faith religions
or bad faith hatreds of other cultures and races and genders, etc.,
fascism and fundamentalism
are rooted in pre-linguistic literalism,
stories built from feelings of sacred orthodox senses
and secular notnot nonsenses,

But you should not need to be an anti-radical hater
to grow and nurture a rooted in fundamentals progressivist,
activist,
farmer,
colonizer,
missionary,
an over-zealous weed with monoculturing leadership intentions,
a xenophobic polyculture baiter,
or anti-pagan predator,
PostMillennial Crusader
for Christ or Allah
for Divine Totalitarianism or HateMongering Fascism,
for anyone or anything you truly believe
could become omnipotently healthy and sacred.

To become radical
requires going into pre-linguistic roots
of spirituality
as also embodied naturality.
To come from story-tellers and mentors
of the fundamentals for,
speakers and listeners to,
ecological parables
written in divine sunlight
and ultra-violet radiantly cosmic
octaved love-evoluting voice.

To become a patriotic loyalist
of and for,
by and through,
was and saw
We are not sufficiently acceptable,
not restorative agents for true justice and loyal peace,
not self or other optimizing ecopolitical outcome developers,
when we confuse patriotic with remaining prehistorically anti-matriotic,
anti-feminist WinWin Principles
of NonZero Sum Earth
as Fallen Eden
broken promise of Allah's ConJoining Paradise
of and for,
by and through,
saw and was

Polypathically polycultural (0)-Soul
nondualistic sacred through secular
multi-paradigmatically
developing cultures of sacred ecological health
which are also PostMillennial EcoPolitical CoOperatives
of and for
by and through
saw and was

This fundamentally sacred
radically secular
Prime Relational
bicameral as bilateral as binomial
You and Me
from the same co-incidental tragedy/notnot comedy
WinWin DoubleBound Appositional Tree
of (0)-SpaceTime
(0)-Tao RealTime 
of and for
by and through
saw and was
Ego/Eco-Infinity.

When Men Become Gods

In ancient times when cruelty abounded, everyone's fate
was controlled by powerful gods who engaged in debate...
deciding where they lived, how they met their death;
today they are similar ones but act with much stealth.

The twenty century was chaotic, bloody and bellicose;
Nazism represented world power, conquest and victory,
and Fascism symbolized the iron hand of ugly tyranny...
Roosevelt and Churchill had a plan to subdue their vice.

Maddened Hitler committed suicide by poison and
Mussolini was hung in Milan; these despised tyrants
faced their final hour enraged by the advancing fiend,
but did they realize the atrocity of their madness?

When men become gods, their morals can sink very low
and by pursuing power, they mock the one who dreams;
and while expanding their evil empire to the extremes,
they gloat over their rivals' wealth--fearing it will grow.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member They Are Eating The Dogs

They are eating the dogs
They are eating the cats
They are eating the pets
They are eating the wild hogs.

In the early 20th “c”, Germans used to eat blockade mutton
That’s absolute truth. It’s a shame that this felon
Is desperate and going wild. The dude is a pathological liar
Who will do anything. He’s a tremendous cheater.

Immigrants do not eat the pets
Especially Haitians who love chickens
Tassot or griot meats, black rice and beans.

Haitians love Soup Joumou with lots of carrots
Haitians enjoy one of the best cuisines on the planet
Liar, liar, nobody is perfect. That’s correct.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Form: Rhyme

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