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Free Speech and Equalized Opportunities
Sometimes can be the issues rattling sensitive
In some portion of the earthly forests
Birds restricted to sing freely are sad
As their words simply are suspect would
Have made some others look stupid
This generates lots of conflictions and chaos
From bird to bird, also from flocks to flocks
It contradicts the real meaning of springtime
By nature, birds should be harmony as heralded
By mating, and giving birth instead for fighting for
Free singing and opportunities equalizing, off
Making added offsprings, which eventually extinct
The bird species and left a still world imperfect
I’m not sure what’s happening in this country…sometimes I think it’s being overrun by fools…in some states they’re banning books…in my state, Florida, they’re banning talking about gender and sexuality in schools.
While closing up the bookstore the other night I was thinking how crazy can this be…
as I was re-shelving one of the books they’ve banned in Tennessee.
Topics not allowed to be discussed…books not allowed to be read…I don’t have the words to express my sadness and dismay…so I walked around our bookstore and listened to what the voices around me had to say.
Kurt Vonnegut was first to speak…at how banning book displeases:
“I hate”, he said, “that Americans are taught to fear some books and some ideas, as though they were diseases”.
Mart Twain was next on banning speech and books…he doesn’t want to see us do it:
“Censorship”, he said, “is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby cannot chew it”.
Next stood Benjamin Franklin…with his willingness to teach
“Whoever wold overthrow the liberty of a nation,” he said, “must begin by subduing the freeness of its speech”.
Stephen Chbosky waited his turn in the bookstore to be heard that night:
He said, “banning books gives us silence when we need speech…
it closes our ears when we need to listen
and it makes us blind when we need sight”.
Isaac Asimov weighted in next…he was succinct in what he was conceding:
“Any book worth banning," he’s said, “is a book that is worth reading.”
Up and down the bookstore I walked listening to a multitude of authors from the present and past…and fortunately for me…I saved the best for last..
It was Maya Angelou whose words are always inspiring, thought provoking and wise…She said, “You may kill me with your hatefulness but still, like air…I rise”.
I thanked Maya and all the other authors for their insights as I turned off all the lights
Then wished them a calm and peaceful sleep as I locked up for the night
Filled with hope that for those who want to ban books and speech…there will come a day when they will take a walk through a bookstore or a library and listen to what the voices have to say,
Obstruction to Department of Justice is resignation and contempt
Per delay of justice
Justice of the peace
Free Speech obstruction
Case at the podium?
Three of the five captains in the Sheriff’s Office were notified this week they are under an Internal Affairs investigation, according to the deputy and sergeants unions.
The significant investigation into top officers in the Sheriff’s Office rank-and-file comes as the county awaits the results of a two-week evidentiary hearing that will inform whether the Board of Supervisors should remove Sheriff Christina Corpus for misconduct and retaliation
Reference common sense or request stand aside as holster cannot approach gavel or robes.
Otherwise custody must be taken of faculty for contempt.
None are in financial abandons realm of eminent loss of life from neglect.
Justice is not blind only silence for the deaf neglect the speech of poverty.
The poor writing are literally a parallel in and against overt war acts.
Over half our country believes the bleep,
As web of tyranny over us creeps.
Cloaked as being fairness for the masses;
Freedom fleeting as each edict passes.
Right of free speech becomes obliterated.
As decent is no longer tolerated.
The delusion of by singing one song.
A way in which man might now get along.
The facts of history scream out warnings;
Which are ignored as non-conforming.
All that does not follow the narrative;
Bloviating pundits call pejorative.
I hope that none of these things come to pass.
I’m just drinking from a half empty glass.
I’m a mere poet, nary a prophet be.
But all these calamities I do foresee.
Democracy is about freedom of speech
Anarchy is, without a doubt, the opposite
Of democracy, liberty and freedom to wish
To hope, to dream and to confront defeat.
Brothers, sisters, express ourselves as we wish
Never, never be afraid or fearless to tell the truth
If possible or reasonable, go on the summit of the roof
To tell it like it is, to exercise freedom of speech.
Democracy ought to be a celestial or divine gift
Love was given to us at birth. Don't practice hate
There's no place for racism or hatred on Earth
Life is about living until we meet with death.
Brothers, sisters, express ourselves as we wish
Fight for your birth rights to express free speech
Love will take us a long way. Love is about peace
Reconciliation, compassion, fraternity and justice.
Copyright © April 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The masters of buzz words
used to instill fear
Clutching their pearls saying
“liberals take what’s dear”
Right wingers with their
inescapable nexus
Says its liberals insistent
political correctness
If the “Woke” amplified the
so called cancel culture
The extreme right has weaponized
it for years like vultures
Confining the first amendment,
to burn books and ban,
Limits free speech, squelches
protests, circumscribed all they can
As always it’s the least entitled
to complain the loudest
Claiming they are right and
most patriotic proudest
Canceling or firing those who’s
views don’t meet theirs
Every problem they will
say is the left’s affairs
Not a day goes by that they
don’t say the left will cancel you
Reminiscent of “Stalin”
they seem to take their cue
Conservatives need to breathe
and mind their own house
Take notice what it is that
they themselves shout
Liberals are rising to defend
old-fashion tolerance
Not sitting around trying
to show dominance
Like the illiberal witch burning
preformed by the Protestants
While screaming the loudest
how liberals are communist
Ben Shapiro claims cancel
culture is a left wing invention
When they’ve been doing
it thru history with cancel tension
Canceling those who defied
any of their moral strictures
In living memory, I can show
proof with mental pictures
Colin Kaepernick , Dixie chicks, Nikole
Hannah-Jones, critical race theory and more
The kings and queens of
canceling calling liberals whores
Honestly can’t we all just get along,
stop being so damn righteous
Realize that everyone right
or left we are in crisis
Lets keep it real Liberals are
not without fault of their own
Why can’t we all not practice
what we preach and showing
subtitled: Lyrics by Lamoureux
He writes upon his poet's harp complex chords of life,
motivational music to halt us
from following malicious men -
fractured minds of mankind.
He writes peaceful melodies to soothe restless thoughts;
He write knowing only a few will sing.
The lyrics of the hopeful striving for upswing
find like voices in those who untie knots
from threads miserably entwined.
His voice punctuates with his pen,
joining writers prepared to oppose injustice
while harping on the foibles of strife.
Richard plays warfare’s veto on drum and fife,
combatting behavior that’s treasonous.
Bias seen time and time again,
protest throngs unaligned.
He notes unfair sanctions on free speech and boycotts;
He composes words to caution our offspring.
January 30, 2021
edited slightly for dramatic monologue
contest: My Significant 2021 Poem
sponsor: Beata Agustin
contest: Political Verse
sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
originally written for
contest: My Invented Form - I Write Upon
sponsor: Constance LaFrance
So you take the facts and twist and lie
Claim to care, but laugh not cry
Stomp on your neighbor, falsely accuse
Of so many things, as you outright abuse
Burn our flag, kill our babies after born
I am beginning to see the devil’s horn
Deny a crisis that exists with the facts
Refuse to listen to experts, while full of attacks
Fighting against every single one of our values
There is only darkness, no colorful hues
You stand by corruption, as if it is ok
You obstruct justice, allow law violators to stay
You control free speech on social media too
Everything is about transformation to you
I really wonder why you choose to stay,
In a country you hate in every way?
You want to remove God and let me tell you,
He knows who mock him, he will remember you!
Heidi Sands
3/14/19
Snow flakes once were pretty white
Now one size and side fits all
Now they hail from New York City
From the west coast life and
Mostly from the universities to fight
Free speech flew out the window tonight
Caked in fear, steeped in ignorance
Piled high in innuendo on the streets
Like black flakes on a dead agenda corps
Spoiled brats, trapped in fascism's iron grip
Rain down without shame
That is not snow falling outside your window
But an ugly mob, demonic in nature at prey
A rainbow coalition but dirty
Not so pretty and bright like real snow
Not bathed in white privilege like you and I
A political faction falling on you
Snow flakes only know hate
Their infestations are contagious
Contaminate linear thought
Do not speak to snow flakes
(Fragmented thinkers one and all)
When walking down the street
Never make eye contact
Ruled by emotional tantrums and cries
Free speech is not an option
There is only one side to a snow flake, theirs
So run and hide
Authors not:
*Linear thinking is the process by which linear thinkers put things in order as they experience them and how they express them. Their thinking process proceeds in a sequential manner, like a straight line. A straight line between two points is the most efficient way to get from one place to another. It could never be confused with fragmented thinkers.
I stood in the graveyard all alone,
With no-one else beside my ship,
But nature seemed near to me,
As it was marked repeatedly hip.
Rows and rows of specific dates,
Epitaphs of stories set by chat,
With the deceased person neat,
As the relative in the talk bat.
Birds were there, flowers budded,
Lush grass reminded me of growth,
And development was respected,
By an understanding of us both.
The liveliness of it and the lividity,
Of the greenery brought me home,
Made me sit in my opinion to share,
The views of him that did roam.
Death is not commented upon,
By death, or nothingness’s void,
By non-entity or by no feeling,
As death we don’t need to avoid.
Our living brain pertains always,
Cognitive wheels drive us to town,
Our connections by death’s reality,
Will only bring us sense, renown.
The cemetery bid me stand, feel,
Gave a megaphone for my emotions,
Death does not mean silence cold,
But active interactions and passions.
The deceased one’s pride, pleasure,
Is that you take the talking podium,
And express yourself by their death,
By your model of ‘em, plasmodium.
And death bid me welcome also,
In my right to free speech, voice,
Because it needs me paint, dictate,
The relationships of my choice.
No-one can criticise a memory,
Slate a scene between you, them,
Only fear of damning exposition,
Will see someone allege mayhem.