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To criticize a person with a crude controversy,
Is like stripping off one's clothes, in public, without mercy;
This has been, yet, a habit common in the social sphere,
Like drinking a cup of coffee or cheering in chilled beer...!
Lula da Silva, a member of the Workers' Party,
Trouncing Geraldo Alckmin, won people's support hearty;
He came to be known as the most popular president,
With wisdom and wit, he did blend his prime power advent...!
Poverty, inequality, joblessness, child labor,
Illiteracy, and infant deaths he did not favor;
Average wage morals and income modes molded and matched,
Ethos with education and health care got soon attached...!
Disputes erupted about him on and off like mushrooms,
Jailed and released as though a goat thief or burglar of brooms;
Elected president as though no speck of theft stuck him,
He was soon plagued by many corruption scandals grill grim...!
He fanned, like fuel wind, through fumes of filial fiddles,
Molded mildly and minutely, evil ethnic appeals;
Operation Car Wash exposed his treasure-hidden frauds,
He was found guilty of wads by all odds before law-gods...!
Nine-fingered (left-hand little finger lost in a mishap),
Like the Chinese cartoon rat escaped from many a trap;
Yet, when the hands of law and the divine amalgamate,
Could even a pirate great easily skate off his fate...???
21 April 2023
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A child opens its tiny faint eyes
And beholds the sparkles of earth.
It smiles for a second, a second,
Then its somber eyes blink, blink.
It starts crying with a scared look
As if beholding the cynical mask
Of the world with its minute eyes.
It appears to perceive something,
Say something, reveal something.
The revelation comes in babbling.
Possibly unasked questions to us!
What are we leaving for it, what?
A world of element, a waste land.
A world mired in frauds, sinners.
A world polluted in environment.
A world of the hurt, void of pity.
A world of hatred, ruined in War.
A world eaten up inside, hollow.
A world of distrust, without faith.
A world of cynicism, without end.
A world of nuisance, without peace.
A world of oppression, cruel-some.
A world of bondage, now thrusted.
one day we always promise ourselves
to put our weapons on their shelves
to save our souls from the wrath of hell
to free the captives that rebelled
one day we'll take a look at ourselves
before we scrutinize some one else
we'll cry at what we see in the mirror
and perhaps repent and become a little bit better
one day we'll stand before God
face to face with truth and laws
all of us, liar's theives and frauds
perhaps a few who made Jesus Lord
one day we'll make up our minds to pray
after we see that there is no other way
when all we have is a hope and a prayer
my prayer for you is that God meets you there
To live with victory won by the sin of cheating,
corruption becomes physically manifest -
unethical, corrupt political leaders might triumph,
and our Constitution and National Security put at risk.
Our legal Absentee Balloting process could be unlawfully
augmented with millions of “mail-in” ballots
“box-dropped”, harvested, and delivered to political operatives
for conditioning along with rigged machinery - fixing the vote.
Upon hiding or destroying all evidence of planned
unlawful voter frauds in several key States,
the Cheater’s Manifesto, “There is no evidence”,
would be preposterous.
Lies will have consequences.
Corrupt, lawless politicians
will live in fear of voter retribution
and God’s ultimate judgement.
Pray Constitutional law and world peace would survive stolen power.
Pray Election reform and integrity would save us at the given hour.
There was a meeting of the “gods”
The “real” ones and the “frauds”
The one’s that shaved their heads
The one’s with “wicked” bods
Each one convinced “they are the One”
You must choose - ya can’t have none
Or else concede a one celled amoeba
Somehow spawned and then conceived ya
At lunch they served a “stoic” stew
Topped off with a Pagan brew
A sweet dessert of humble pie
Beneath a dark skeptical sky
The gods of men are snowflake thin
Hidden beneath the distant din
Of times and hopes and promised lands
An hourglass of endless sand
The “gods” of men are running wild
While the “men of God” walk single file
Precious the creation of each blade of grass
with wanton destruction how long can they last
like showers carried on the cycles of wind
knowledge is traded for gold in the end
every molecule that exists is part of the whole
without his consciousness mans without soul
the threads of life display unequaled beauty
to protect and preserve is more than a duty
Guardians entrusted with care of the earth
a failure of many to see what thats worth
the voice of our actions how we are living
that is the testimony whose service we're giving
Twas Love that gave our fathers birth
that wove the filaments of our earth
who laid the circuits of our skies
with knowledge made his children wise
With careful thought designed where we would live
the precious abode that to your children give
nearly infinite the habitations given to explore
a desire within for learning so very much more
Flowers so deep in the desert blooms
small decorations in so numerous rooms
opulently have you adorned our planet
many are those who think you have not planned it
With fire and ice welded the universe
the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts
mankind has named them like their gods
false stories that each millenia frauds
each pattern contains the steps of a dance
to intricate to have arrived merely by chance
attempt we to trace the flash of beginning
seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending
offered you have days of pleasure endless
infinite life and resurrection of those we miss
the very creation and its distribution of wealth
bountiful resources and with perfect health
how could I not before your promise kneel
when you have offered our beings to heal
where imperfection is turned into grace
and all of our offenses you will efface
before your people I will you extol
the first and the last who gives us control
I rest my soul in the course you have set
because my happiness you will never forget
sources psalm , prophets and the gospels
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
Bored of deplored
Hordes of frauds
On abhorred company boards
Who applaud flawed
Seats stored…for cheats
Apply or buy on the fly
Enjoy till they die
Getting podgy..betting on dodgy bills
Thrills of blue pills
Moolah the ruler
Swills..fills the tills
Cash revenues poured
Toured here &
Did maraud abroad
All avenues explored
Scored a stash
Claps & back slaps
Promises will slash
Countries floored collapse
Nice one chaps
Ice caps thawed
Adored share price soared
Lust for boom & bust
Must lobby..trust us
Just a hobby jobby
Cigars smoked…booze soaked
Full to the gunnels
With coke choked
Vasal nasal funnels
Despite our fears and nadirs
For years on the fiddle
Peers sneers & jeers
Snaking beast will feast
Diddle..taking the piddle
Not least the riddle
Forgot forsaking the priest
Not reeling…Lords’ laughter
Cheers to Keir again
Feeling calmer after
Starmer’s dafter karma
Who’s forgotten it’s rotten
Even show pony Tony
Did more to stop
Crony phoney baloney
Our hopes on the ropes
Need a disdain campaign
Tropes to end
Champagne reign of gain
This inane arcane
Insane gravy train
A heart asks, why he is in pain, why he is bloody
He doesn’t understand it, this life is cruel to him
His situation is incomprehensible; bad nothing
He feels like a despised beaten man; suffering
He is grieving, he laments, and deeply unhappy
He is missing, but nobody is looking for him
I know this heart, its beating looks like mine,
Yes, this heart is mine, live inside my desire
Nemesis, mortal, open life, death of selfish life
This is one heart, but not only one; few mind
Rhapsodic living, nightlife, and lots of wandering
Hmm, always wondering about himself and life
This heart asks why suffering and pain exist
This heart asks why hearts kill each other
This heart asks why are hearts so envious
Good questions, and there are so many more.
Evil things come from the human heart and will
Murders, envy, and frauds. Says the ancient wisdom.
Killer heart forget my heart!
If you don’t mind, get yours
Goodbye and do not ask…
#1
eroding hooded in-
fantry hounds endure
rear entry neutron edific-
ation
#2
ninety hidden round-
heads defied the
nations's fourth and
vinyl deity
#3
handy indentured Randy
hoed the feud from his
rooftop redoubt
#4
though yearning for
funds i found
knot butt frauds in my
yard
#5
tiny fading freon
nodes adore yon
daring radon onions
#6
reading frothy innu-
endo is only
funny when the
rhino's red hooves have
little or no foundation
#7
not so ornery
fiends hand out in-
ordinate amounts of
Henry's once hoarded
fortune
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.