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Snowflakes
seasons, all four
pretty little gardens
holiday cheer
landscapes beautiful
be it mountains or the sea
painters painting
selfish to the souless core
yet tell me is so pretty
dawn, dusk and sunsets
clichés smashed with superficial
wrap you hate any way you wish
a real mother cares for all children
angels looking down
see the hypocrites
self-centered in floppy nightgowns
if I had a knife
and was them
I would fear myself
however I fear nothing
I whisper softly
the embrace of death
near
Its your own cold heart
you should fear
Gone in the toilet
all hatred flushed
My soul hears the cries of a child,
its tears, tethered to the whims of fate.
Children shackled to poverty,
without a future, and bereft of love;
struggle to survive in a world of plenty.
And we exploit their plight,
pretending to care, if they live or die;
by sponsoring phony, profitable charities.
But the fact is, we care little for them;
they're mere propaganda fillers for political news.
We go to church, bend our knees, and pray
to God to forgive our sins.
But we believe we've found a loophole in
God's unconditional love;
how can He fault us for using our free will?
But God commanded us to love our neighbor;
that choice was never left to us.
Humans are hypocrites and charlatans;
who claim to be compassionate beings.
For we allow hungry children to starve to death,
without feeling any remorse or guilt.
We view their world as somehow make-believe,
convincing ourselves their suffering can't be real.
Let's love one another and take the hand of
Even those with a differing opinion-as free speech is important but
Today's narrative divides and is
Spoken to separate the human race into two. The
Blame game is played by the hypocrites who are
Encouraged to follow blindly to catchphrases
And words without proper research.
So they chant words to divide and fly flags of other nations. For
Oppression is fast approaching us and the
Nihilistic view that was in the minority is becoming the view of the majority.
Entitlement should never be expected or given- earned through blood, sweat
... and tears
12/7/22
All over the map
Can't stay on track
Still inside a shack
Drinking yak
While it's pitch black
Listening for the sound of a songbird
Not living long term
Still taking a wrong turn
Giving into strong urge
Honestly I'm barely mad
I'm just very sad
Truth be told, I am an extraordinary man
Meanwhile most are off in fairyland
Out of context
A continual process
And contest
Of nonsense
Rarely done in good conscience
Jiminy
I smoke like a chimney
Round the clock consistently
I drink like a fish
Blackout when blitzed
Then wake up unable to reminisce
I do it all again shift after shift
Hit after hit
Sip after sip
This cycle continues to loop on
As I move along
Through the fog
With a few dogs
While inside a gulag
It's been too long
Now I grew strong
Talk is cheap
It's beyond belief
Just sought relief
Yet the cost is steep
At another junction
No longer able to function
From overconsumption
Behind the scenes or in public
They always judge quick
Then jump in
Always trying to pull some trick
I handle these munchkins
With a front kick
Easily they're done with
What was once hid
Left them perplexed by what I just did
Unlike all these hypocrites
Went through the thick of it
This is an iceberg and that's just the tip of it
the smell of her perfume is still in the air
internal rolling hills with large stones give me blue relief
it has been a few weeks and i am still on the sharp edge of last night
melted snow falls from the sun's red eyes in the sky
my pain worsens, and i know that i have just been fired several run on sentences ago
i am a victim of the hypocrisy of my own advice to previous hypocrites
nothing has been moved but the obtuse angle of my broken heart
i try to move, but the oil to the tin is defiant like hypothermia taking directions
i pray for her to come back, but only the devil answers
attention provides her book of directions on wilted late bloomer time
now the smell of her perfume is like poisonous furies singing teasingly to the smart part of my brain
all i write now right now are poems devoid of solid rhythm
my existence is nothing but a vapor far removed from former glory
i now have a life sentence at a snail's pace with the tortoise winning at hare brained speed
i slide down black hill mountain......white is the bloody fire of regret and shame
Minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses
Some villainous pundits or vile hyenas are the best
In simply doing just that, comrades. They ignore
Their own problems. They leave a huge door
Ajar, wide open, so they can put their flagitious nose
In their neighbors’ personal businesses or affairs
Please, always have the fireman’s water hose
Ready, in check and in full force in order to shower
Them with love, pity, comprehension and compassion
Because their primigenial tongue is way too long
For their mouth to handle or encase. Please bless them
With Holy water and incense, in order to chase away
Or to obliterate the viruses in them. For them, night is day
As they are confused and lost in the corridors of Gotham
Gossipers are liars, predators, sinners and troublemakers
They don’t want peace. They don’t like peace
They want wars and skirmishes. They have a list
Of nefarious or unholy things outside the craters
That they want to implement in order to destroy
Good and decent human beings. Their tongue is a deadly toy
At all times, be aware of the culture and the environment
The venomous caterpillars and the evil bees are ubiquitous
And never forget to use a special spray, which is inodorous
Or a special glare, which can shame them on the pavement
Many of you who know exactly what I am talking about
Expose them, denounce them and force them to change route
That’s the way to discourage or to defeat the evil worshippers
The hypocrites, the quislings and the professional gossipers
Who are minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Term Limits Are Needed
Another Tom Opinion
1/16/2021
When running for office they run as our elves,
but once in hallowed halls become full of themselves.
Voters send some as pups, who’ve become set in stone,
unwilling to retire as long as meat’s on the bone.
Some now north of eighty and firmly entrenched,
send enough pork back home to avoid being benched.
They won’t willingly retire and give up these alms,
as long as lobbyist will continue greasing palms.
Many votes are cast just to gain some lobbyist’s favor,
and It really doesn’t matter about political flavor.
Then comes election time and a huge media blitz,
as dirt is uncovered they’re exposed as hypocrites.
But there they remain, another wrinkled up old face,
expounding on all they’ve done so voters won’t replace.
Many speak of swamp draining but I see there’s no rush,
and unfairly I’ve painted each with the same brush.
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
And the worst of the sickest bombs
Of all: obvious racism at the borders
Life is never, never, never fair
Even in war, for many brothers and sisters
The shelling will not stop
Too many explosives are being popped
Innocent and young people are dying
And the hypocrites, the racists
The murderers, the war-mongers
The cowards, the propagandists
The shenanigans, the monsters
The fakers, the sinners and the liars
Are on the very top of their games
What a shame! They shoot all blames
Toward the victims and the innocents
Remember the shameful wars
Remember the shattered lives
Remember the blaring sirens
Remember the supersonic sounds
Remember the deafening cries
Remember the powerful roars
The constant shelling makes no sense
Because children are being killed
That's a lethal and deceptive ploy
Real humans should build
Not bomb, not destroy
I am pissed
For Peace
It's shameful and despicable that no one wants
To live by the rules. Where is the common sense?
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Created a little ditty about hypocrites and
double standards, racists with drawing boards.
Media dinners with dubious
double meaning placards.
The Spade of hearts.
The Jack of Swords.
An adversity of diversity,
assorted stuff for their hating,
tarot cards,
racial fits in the music awards,
and a grammy for
"sex in the city."
Man who is that dude on the Grammy, Satan?
Jean Luc Picard with Baphomet itties?
Idols for idols, adverts with priority
misplacement, Universal standard.
Mesmerized tazement,
enter lame-ment.
Amazement for sheep enslavement under
black candles.
As the hypnotizing blow is more than
a psyops experiment.
But here we go,
gonna run at it hard while I vent-so.
Everyday I listen to the same old thing
Tune in to VH1 or Mtv, see what I mean
Only degradation gets attention, is it ADD?
No, they know the words, they are listening intently.
With a mother****** this and a dead *****dat. Posthumously-
Gangland in the home with a baseball bat.
Un-Just like liberal Congress across the nativity scene.
Is it positive reinforcement?
Or New World Laws Enforcement.
Fasting for lent?
Come get your sisting y'all.
Come and get bent!
In genre hostage making,
30 year experiment?
Yo Mtv raps, yeah I get it
(about murder $$y & pot leaf sense)
I guess when the airwaves got a monopoly
from the Lord of the Air and GoogleBerg
Hall Monitors.
Not the Right, but the wrong
afraid of debate, running away, running with impunity, running with devil- the PMRC, the CDC ,FCC,
FEMA and Columbia University.
Now you want to talk about Satan,
check the connection between Crowley and JayZ.
On how you get chicks for free
and money for nothin, nothin but devil worshipping,
special sales from wolves making sheep
clothing and accessories.
Accessories to many of the things you see.
The cross of confusion
picture the world in truth
but let your soul be wise
cos hypocrites are still born
in our world today
they seize to disappear
cos they got an obligation
it never water a true soul
no wonder they crucify
the good to keep evil alive
now we are confused
nailed with lies on
the cross of confusion
the cross of confusion
picture the world spiritually
you will see the height of evil
it numbers are numerous
it never drop
despite we were given
a holy cross
to uphold and believe
when evil befalls our soul
yet confusion never leaves
our land
either does the strangers
show love to the very cross
we behold for our lost dignitaries
were our fears bleeds Cry's for help
despite our tears drops on the images
on the cross
still confusion never leaves
us alone beholding our obligation
to this strange
cross of confusion
cross of confusion
picture the world in love
no stranger will be an intruder
their will be harmony among
the innocent people
unity will never be a song
while war will fail to be an existence
our own will never be buried young
neither will our grave yard be fill
up with innocent souls
immigration will be less
cos there will be home
for the homeless
this was our dream
a heaven we yain to
build with love
yet this evil strangers replace it
with it a deceitful cross
they played a deep game
on our spirituality
cos now all our hopes
points to
The cross of confusion