Long Fatalities Poems
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Two hundred fatalities, hundred more to die,
The number keeps growing.
unbridled guns in the hands of sadistic cops,
another victim on choke hold.
he is not of their coat,
no need for the court.
we go there to mourn,
and “justice” a mere joke.
another victim is their statistics,
they brought their ancestors with guns.
Led them forcefully through the seas,
They build the place you called home.
yet murders their children at random,
do they have another home?
They obliterate history and silence the offspring by murders.
he knelt his neck to the grave,
he dares his maker for justice,
A deliberate murder in modern America.
The stretcher was waiting,
cause they meant to kill him.
indeed they killed him,
ensure he died, as he cried helplessly to deaf ears.
This is how they kill us in turns,
And for same offences by Johnny
they look the other way.
Hey Johnny “stay cool” & stay safe.
But they snuff his life out.
Just because his coat is different
again they killed another, who is next?
Goodnight George Floyd
It seems so strange,
Living in a small town,
Where everyone knows everyone,
And says hello when passing…
To be living in times like these,
Where going to the grocery store…
Means avoiding contact at all costs,
Staying at least six feet apart,
Never allowing someone to touch…
A hand or arm, the flesh where…
There might be a germ breeding,
A opportunity meeting with a bug,
A sickness generated by the virus…
That has come to kill and destroy,
Bring us into the history books…
As a nation living in fear of itself,
A country focused on death and destruction,
Furious tales of contempt and carrying,
Compromising our sense of assurance…
With this lethal seed of disease,
Furious feelings of fatalities counted,
Numbers growing by the day,
Worrying our hearts with dread…
Of what might never be,
Yet, could become the worst
Spread of illness known today,
The killer that is as silent as night
And comes to ravage the light
With a desire to suffocate our breath
And lead us toward a gloomy death.
God bless all who survive
And find a way to stay alive
Amid these tragic, peculiar times.
May 5, 2020
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Yet another soul taken away.
Another family's loss is great.
Another time tears rolled down this face.
Why won't they realize its purpose and quit making these mistakes
Barely an adult still having child like thoughts
Barely coping with life and all that it's brought
Numbing the emotions is what is sought
But death is all that's caught.
They feel these struggles these days it's so hard to make ends meet
Opportunities are few they can't seem to get on their feet.
They prefer to forget their failures prefer to just sleep
And while attempting to be okay they forget to breathe
They look peaceful like the pain has left
But little do we know they are dangling so close to death
In a minute it's slows to one maybe two or just three breaths
And then....
They are gone right before your eyes
We scream to the heavens begging to know why
Our hearts our souls are devasted as our eyes cry.
Breaking us inside
It takes away our ability to cope
Some choosing the drug some not even knowing it's in their dope.
Killing the same whether or not you know
So little of this drug can end all hope
Listen to me hear what I am saying
If you know they are doing drugs then don't even play
Don't kick them out or push them away
Don't feed their habits but understand their ways
They don't mean to hurt you. No it's not an excuse.
They want to be okay, to be clean but wonder what's the use.
These days are hard even more so for our youth.
The pandemic, desocialization, struggling in work, at home, and in school.
Give them knowledge, give them a reason to hope.
Show them different ways to be okay and to cope.
Don't belittle the addict, don't tie the knot in the rope.
Restore their faith, don't let them turn even more to dope.
Don't whisper accusation
Don't deliver ultimatums
Don't end relations
Don't add to their equations
Be honest, speak up, make your thoughts and feelings quite apparent.
Allow them to show emotions as they scream and rant.
Listen when they say they wish they could stop but feel that they can't.
Don't roll your eyes thinking that they can.
Its dangerous and painful withdrawals, emotionally and physically.
Don't push them away. They will need their family.
And not just financially.
Be patient for they'll recover eventually.
Stop the useless fatalities.
Mother Trees
will subdue deforesting Earth.
International Green Parties
will conjoin Democratic Organisms,
not so much Machines,
to re-invite WinWin ReBorn RePublics
of and for CommonGround bicameral healthy-wealth,
short- through long-term
wellbeing outcomes.
Those with LeftBrain EitherWin/OrLose challenges
link up karaoke machines and podcasts
to sing and dance new cooperative green anthem
rounds enabling outdoor ecoschool four seasons
in 4D spacetime RealTime
deep learning how to sustain ecovillage nutrition centers
with resilient multicultural abilities
for nurturing water-womb oceanic habitats
and intercontinental wealthy souls.
Organic cafes
build self-entertainment cooperatives
for ballroom and square dancing,
jazz and comedy improv,
blues and soul,
gospel and GodSpell
praising Gaia's gentler green reminders
to take our anthro-centered WinLose hubris
down an EitherUs/OrThem notch,
or even Lose/Lose depressing dualistic two,
away from most self-declared SuperElite
competitive false anthro-wealth
codependent hoarding of fake-health fatalities
between us.
Earth poetry contests,
grow more comparative cooperations
of WinWin polycultural
multicolored ultra-violet hues
and ecofeminist strains,
wonder and awe
transparent greyscaled shades
of double-binding fractal double-negatives
equals positive yang/yin energy
integrating timeless convex/concave octaves
in WinWin water-wombing webs.
Boston Legal raises jurisprudence burdens of proof to a more realistic level
Observant fans of Bergen, Shatner, Spader, David Kelley could be seen as rebels,
Savoring games of assault and battery on real life large and small actualities
Testifying every act negligent or malfeasance and trivial grotesque fatalities.
Opinionated obscure minds, open up objectionable hearts and bankrupt eyes
Negligently embracing the politicians easily spoken but perjured lies.
Larceny lessons from history's changing more lenient laws is unmistaken
Evidentiary episodes expunge the human condition without real exoneration.
Guilty grievances gain feelings of raw emotional desire for monetary recovery
Arresting allegations appealing callous affidavits of due process inspired discovery
Legal litigations of ridiculous actions sequester every man's cross examination.
For - Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show - poetry contest
Thank you David E, Kelley- creator of shows like Ally McBeal and Boston Legal. you stinker.
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The 10th July 2009
7 soldiers died on the front line
Panthers Claw the op was called
Sangin district is where we toured
2nd battalion the rifles had a few bad days
With many a soldier still in that haze
Sangin DC or Fob Rob to others
Left a lot of grieving mothers
The worst fatalities in all the years
Fighting insurgents bringing with it tears
You can't help but to think why
Another of service men and women should die
Others left with life changing injuries
From gunshot wounds to triple amputees
Swift and bold the motto was
But leaving the gates everyone was anxious
Even today 14 years on.
Soldiers struggling feeling they don't belong
Mentally and physically exhausting it is
The mind playing games taking the piss
Rifleman Simpson and Rfn jo Murphy
Cpl Jon horne and Cpl Scot Lee
James backhouse and Sgt Paul mcaleese
William Aldridge lives taken with ease
I know war is war
And casualties happen
But why should this be
Those who survive get PTSD
One hundred years since the end
No veterans left to befriend
A war that saw many losses
We now remember with poppy crosses
They fought in trenches side by side
Even fought as their comrades died
Over the top when the whistle blew
Hoping today, God was with you!
Through wire and craters and exploding shell
No man's land must have been hell
Keep marching on showing true grit
Hoping that you were not hit
A British Tommy with a gun
Fighting for freedom against the hun
Some were only in their teens
Seeing things that shouldn't be seen
Death and the use of mustard gas
How long did this war last
4 years 3 months and 14 days
Many soldiers learnt to pray
Over 8 million soldiers met their end
21 million injured or round the bend
250000 were too young too serve
This is not what children deserve
Fight for freedom they did delve
The youngest being a mere twelve
28 june nineteen fourteen
Catalyst for a war to begin
The assassination of Archduke Ferdinand
Creating unrest on this fair land
28 July war was declared
Between other countries but Britain cared
The Great War or World War One
This war in Europe would be long
From tannenberg to cambrai
Lots more battles I cannot lie
Many other battles during these years
Lots of fatalities and thousands of tears
I doth my hat to those that fell
For the younger generation this I tell
They gave their lives so you could live
For the poppy appeal spare change please give
The money goes to those who've served in need
No matter what colour, Religion or creed
Many wars have happened in the last 100 years
Millions and millions of people's tears
The poppy fund was created for this cause
To help every serviceman/women returning from wars
So in November on the eleventh day
At 11 A M bow your head and say
One simple word it's easy to do
That simple word is "THANKYOU"
Torrential rain, blinding wind howling,
Dark heavy clouds ominously scowling,
Brilliant radiant light of electric flashes,
Following the lightning, defiant crashes,
Loudest blasts make brave men cower,
Thunder so deafening it exudes power,
I was born of a powerful thunderstorm.
Still attached to its base, I will spawn.
Nature’s most violent, I am called TORNADO,
300 miles per hour, my winds will blow.
A rotating column of air touching the ground,
Violently spinning with a horrendous sound.
I will cause fatalities at a devastating rate,
Buildings, and whole towns, I will annihilate,
People panic seeing my deadly approach,
Over fields and farms and cities I encroach.
Lifting up animals, houses and cars in my wake,
My tempest is unending, with fury, victims I take,
Finally cold down drafts signal my final gust.
I slowly cease rotating and turn to dust.
This is not what we were taught in school
Fights, mayhems, police arrests and brutalities
In the soiled streets. Compatriots, it's never cool
To see so much blood and so many fatalities.
Competing banners are everywhere. A ticker-
Tape parade has gone wrong. Terror and horror
Got together for the wrong reasons, at the wrong
Place. There are too many obscenities in the song.
I am so stunned that I don't want to say too much
The images are absolutely nefarious and repugnant
This is unbelievable. America does not deserve such
A ferocious slap in the face. This is lewd and aberrant.
Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.