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Premium Member Two Ways To Deliver Justice

THE COMMANDER "IN" CHIEF" IS "IN" THE MILITARY"!!!!!! HE OR SHE GETS "TO BE",ALL AT THE SAME TIME: IN "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES!!! ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,NATIONAL GUARD!THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF GETS RELIEF ,AND WILL ALWAYS BE "JUDGED" BY CIVILIANS,AND MILITARY JUSTICE IN THIS "DEMOCRACY" TO MAKE "DEMOCRACY TRUE"!! IN DEMOCRACY WE STILL GIVE "THE ELECTRIC CHAIR" SO IT IS GOOD TO BE AWARE THAT IF YOU DO NOT "LOVE" : BE WARE OF THE ELECTRIC "CHAIR" FOR THOSE WHODO NOT CARE ABOUT "LOVE"!!!!THE RESIDENT WHO IS PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "THE ONLY ONE",WHO IS AND "UNDER"
,UNDER',UNDER, BOTH "MILITARY JUSTICE" "EVERY DAY",AND CIVIL JUSTICE EVERY DAY!!!!  THIS IS "THE U.S.A.!!! WE PRACTICE WHAT WE PREACH,AND WE REALIZE HOW TO "IMPEACH"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT AFTER ALL OF THE FACTS HAVE BEEN DISCLOSED THAT WARRANTS AN IMPEACHMENT ARE  DENIED THEN "MILITARY JUSTICE" WILL CAUSE "DEMOCRACY" TO SURVIVE" IN "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S  WRATHFUL EYES ON THOSE WHO WOULD NOT LOVE: THEY REJECTED LOVE,AND FINALLY FOUND "HELL BELOW"!!!! qUO-QUO-!!!IN "REALITY AND TRUTH "THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA" IS A "MILITARY MAN",AND WHEN "IN DOUBT OF IMPEACHEMENT" "THE U.S.A. PUTS  THE PRESIDENT IN MILITARY HANDS FOR JUSTICE,AND JUDGEMENT,AND LETS "WE THE PEOPLE" ASSIST " IN THAT PLAN"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT IS NOT IMPEACHED ,AND CONVICTED BY CIVILIAN COURTS,HE WILL BE PUT INTO "MILITARY COURTS": ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,AND THE NAVY SEALS,! HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED OR CONVICTED ,AND MIGHT BE IMPEACHED OR NOT: HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED ON THE SPOT? THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "COMMANDER IN CHIEF" OF "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES" ,AND IS "UNDER " MILITARY JUSTICE,AND UNDER CONGRESS,AND IS UNDER THE SENATE: THE ONLY RELIEF THAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HAS IS TO WORK FOR "WE THE PEOPLE",AND UPHOLD "DEMOCRACY",AND FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,AND SHOW HIS TAXES,AND HIS TAX RETURNS LIKE MOST REPUBLICANS DO,AND MUST DO OR PUT HIMSELF ABOVE MOST REPUBLICANS,BY NOT SHOWING HIS TAXES,AND REALLY PUTTING "HIMSELF" ABOVE "THE LAW"""!!!! LOVE IS THE LAW! NO MATTER WHAT WE DO WE CAN "DO" ONE" COMMANDEMENT" WHILE HAVING ORAL SEX! WE CAN LOVE!! THE PRESIDENT CAN PAY HIS FAIR SHARE OF TAXES OR BE IMPEACHED BY A MILITARY COURT,AND LOVE THE PEOPLE WHO ELECTED HIM WHO HAVE PAID THEIR TAXES!


For It Is A Human Number



   In the dark corners of their minds,
lies hidden secrets and falsetto, falsety 
and masquerade blind.
Humming to transcendental humanistic deities.
Beating you down to the beat 
of their own drum of a 4th kind.

Ghettos are their subsidiary and
the streets their nativity scene.
A dividend of stolen funds and collusion 
with demons and seared consciousness therein -
that covenant reach.

Oh their promises that quickly shrink from the miscroscopes light of scrutiny, questions, 
denied with impunity.
Receipts on disappearing ink,
fine runed campaigns built on illusions grand, 
deniability,
shrink-wrapped for the next time -
we forget the silver tongue of Giliead.

Their foundations yet to be crumbling mountains 
-to lie like shifting sand.
Liquefaction of
delusions wrapped in pretty lies, 
made by inhuman hands-
masking truths they can't forever disguise.

But in the quiet, in the still, when we're all alone,
we sense their hollow, empty thrill.
For behind the glitter and the pomp,
lies a void, unseen,
the Collusionary Web Inc, Corporate funnel Banks, spidering links.
Hourglass of a Red Hour Production, 
l E_MP's of speech,
Teleprompter Coups over the elderly impeached.
This Cabal, a Government Brotherhood, that follows General Hayden not Millie, 
Baker, not Kirby.

Oh the sad wings of manifest destiny, and hypocrisy, 
evil deeds of virus enhancing laboratory, Black Eyed Children seeds.

No deposit, no return, no admittance of emittance 
of lying testimony-, something stinks in the Foundations overriding the Constitutionary, the emerging system,
the Beast.
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Form: Rhyme

"Resonance returning reasoning and learning" CONTINUED

Hectic are the days cluttered are the thoughts
 we have not got the time in life to pay for what we got
 and if you don't have nothing your judged by those who caught
 that must have and can't have help sickness that we were all taught

 Does anyone ever stop to think (wait) of course not no time and if you do have time
 you have no creditability ( trap ) because you have nothing or everything the latter will always
 like things the way they are because being elite means those you promised you help are now threats
 to your wealth. these are the lies you sale yourself to fill yourself with righteous entitlement
 (Weaponized greed)

 Do you know how the banks work and how credit is given you think they started themself not really
 They have the Fed and other lenders who all grew to what they are by applying for loans under them 
 company logo you made payments their value grew and why you pay interest first so they can cover 
 the payments under their name if you miss the payment, they will take your belongings and sale them to profit obscenely when they could easily help but that idea is lost in layered management 
 and bottom lines. 

Now that corporations are people and money is free speech, they did away with the only law that 
 allowed senators to be impeached meaning bribery is legal and what's so sad is they busted 
 up unions the only voice we had. now its all about money and the margin line it don't matter 
 they can save life's ask Studebaker he was before his time

there are transportation companies air and ground who could prevent death but the 
 research found that per quarterly earning not in the long run since we make so much so few die
 per total then it's cheaper to pay off the families if the families can afford the lawyers 
 to help them point out their family didn't have to die.

So that's where we are in this part of the tangled web that needs to be straightened 
 and with better thread I need you to remember this one important part all though
 we didn't willingly create it it is our fault because we could change it all we could make it right
 but we dont because nice things they tell us we need in our lives.

Premium Member War, a Season of Madness

A season of sadness
A season of sorrow
No one knows what tomorrow
Will bring at this hour of madness
A president is being impeached
Lots of foolish wars are going on
Does it make sense to be rich? 
Lots of frivolous fights are going on
Life is so darn unusual and fragile
We come and we go like that
Yet, some people are so vile
Something is going on, there's a plot
Somewhere. People are dying
Too many of our brothers and sisters
Are being killed. How many years
Do we have left on earth? Nobody knows
Yet, we act and behave like we are eternal
How many hours do we need to pause
To think, so we can be spiritual? 
Death comes without blowing a whistle
Without whispering like a summer wind
Life is indeed highly volatile and brittle
Death brings grief. Death is never a friend
Death brings pain. Death is fatal
Death kills like a ferocious animal
This is the season of sadness
This is the season of madness.

Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Season of Sadness

A season of sadness
A season of sorrow
No one knows what tomorrow
Will bring at this hour of madness
A president is being impeached
Lots of foolish wars are going on
Does it make sense to be rich?
Lots of frivolous fights are going on
Life is so darn unusual and fragile
We come and we go like that
Yet, some people are so vile
Something is going on, there's a plot
Somewhere. People are dying
Too many of our brothers and sisters
Are being killed. How many years
Do we have left on earth? Nobody knows
Yet, we act and behave like we are eternal
How many hours do we need to pause
To think, so we can be spiritual?
Death comes without blowing a whistle
Without whispering like a summer wind
Life is indeed highly volatile and brittle
Death brings grief. Death is never a friend
Death brings pain. Death is fatal
Death kills like a ferocious animal
This is the season of sadness
This is the season of madness.

Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

Don - they tell me you're leaving
I can't believe it's true,
that we’ll get to live without you.

You’ll go away - govern-mentally,
after all this pain and misery.
When you go - I won’t miss you,
You never said a thing that was true.

Remember when - you hoaxed the virus fight.
What an idiot - you never got it right.
Trump never cared - for me or you,
but we might survive now that he's through.

So let’s discuss - the insurrection - 
you provoked when you lost the election.
You got impeached for time number two
who said breaking up was hard to do?

Let’s say goodbye - and let it be,
I hear you’re going to do - Trump TV?
About the time you get that set up,
New York will come and lock you up.
Form: Rhyme

January 9, 2012

The lines were too dead for urgency
The shaman couldn't be reached
The celebration is an emergency,
My heart was finally breached.

The crime scene, darker, meaner, time slower, 
A pandemonium should have happened there
But it was outside, and my line was dead
Or it was just this party has no power,
The ghouls tried while I had a spinning head.


The call was nearer, clearer, the light brighter
The master could be easily reached
The place, better, cleaner, safer, prettier
The celebration couldn't be impeached.

The garden with lights that forever burn
Welcomes me with songs of joy,
I can fly now, I giggle in my every turn
Here, I don't need a kind of toy,
One last look..Tears. I will never return.

January 11, 2017, bestrevolver.
Form:

It's Confession Time


I must confess, I get a crush 
I wish to banish my eyes that haunt
But I gat a heart rush
Though wants it cooled and kept

I get it real bad
Yet wish I never had
Wanting everything she has
May be I wish for the death of  silent vaults

The swift in her smiles
What a glee she got in her eyes
I want to taste her lips
I wonder they could taste like her

I wish it gets slowed down
But won't mind her magic touch
To ceil my head a canopy
Could have wish I am secured

Enclosed in a save underground room
Really wants myself drawn
In the cruet of her balm
Seems my swift is so sluggish

What if my wildness is impeached
May be then you would come to me as much
Form: Rhyme

Thoughts I'Ve Been Pondering

Several things I've been pondering for a while,
None of them have given me reason to smile.
but I'll only reference two of them for now...
Those I've included leave me with furrowed brow.
                                     * * * *

 I tried not think about Trump, but his following confounds me beyond belief.

He's like a whale, floundering ashore, beached.
He ruined America when its democracy he breached.
How can people believe the big lie that he preached?
The only sad conclusion that I have finally reached
is to lock up the moron who was twice impeached.

He vowed to "Make America Great Again," but
the only greatness he sought was power and glut.
Anger displayed by a red tie flapping over his gut.
This foul-mouthed dissembler keeps belching smut.
Not President material. He should stick to putt-putt.
                                      
                                      * * * *

What in the heck is a "Premium Choice" Contest,
and what makes it different from all of the rest?
These two questions I've not yet seen addressed,
and although I tried to keep my inquiry suppressed,
I ask with all seriousness as a request and behest.

Is there some reason unbeknownst to some of us
why the term 'Premium Choice' is used. Is it nonplus?
To me it seems to be rather vain and superfluous
to place such importance on a contest, and thus,
is it so hush, hush that no one wants to discuss?

                                   * * * *

As pondering things go, I have a whole lot more,
but I don't want to be considered a suffering bore.
Perhaps another time I will open my mind's door
to invite you in to learn my thoughts with candor.
Now, I'll say 'Adieu." and drop the mic on the floor.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member How Would Jesus Vote?

How Would Jesus Vote?

By Mark Stucky
Would Jesus vote for striking others’ cheeks in tweets?
Would Jesus vote for grabbing others’ genitals?
Would Jesus vote for separating children from parents?
Would Jesus vote for ceaseless scandals and lies?
Would Jesus vote for prideful arrogance and bragging?
Would Jesus vote for juvenile insults and name-calling?
Would Jesus vote for tantrums and narcissism?
Would Jesus vote for alienating national allies…
while coddling dangerous demagogues?
Would Jesus vote for enabling the rich to get richer…
while the poor become ever more impoverished?
Would Jesus vote for following false profits and prophets?
Would Jesus vote for a president twice-impeached?
Would Jesus vote for a peer-convicted felon?
Would Jesus vote for immunity from justice?
Would Jesus vote for insolence and insurrection?
Would Jesus vote for revenge and retribution?
Would Jesus vote for ends justifying the means?
Would Jesus vote for devotion to deceptive idols?
Would Jesus vote for destroying our democracy?
Would Jesus vote to make America hate again?

On the ballot, what would Jesus do?
We should all surely vote that way too.


(See also my related poems “The Art of the Devilish Deal,” “The 2023rd Psalm,” and “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)

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