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"You know, there is still such a thing as execution."
That's a direct quote from Donald Trump
our current puppet USA president,
responding to a question,
regarding whistleblower Edward Snowden,
wanted by our government for the crime of treason,
because former NSA employee Edward Snowden,
leaked not only to the "enemy,"
but also to the entire world's population,
top secret US government security information.
What were these secrets? What was this top secret information?
"Our Government Is Secretly Spying On Its Own Citizens,
Under The Guise Of Fighting Terrorism.
Every Text Message You Send,
Every Cell Phone Conversation,
Is Digitally Recorded And Archived By Our Government.
Spyware Is Now Being Installed In Our Household Appliances,
That Government Agencies Can Access At Their Convenience.
Camera And Microphones Installed In Most Flat Screen TVs,
Can Be Activated Remotely By Any Government Agency,
Allowing Them Access To Your Most Private Moments Very Easily."
Thomas Snowden is a hero in my opinion,
and not at all a traitor guilty of treason.
He had nothing to gain but a life of martyrdom,
always on the run, seeking asylum,
fearing for his life moment after moment,
all because he shared with everyone the truth of a horrible wrong,
the unconstitutional infringement upon the privacy of everyone,
at our government's discretion without the need for a warrant.
In my mind there is no question,
Donald Trump is just another puppet USA president,
blindly following the most powerful elite global bankers' instructions,
otherwise he would grant Edward Snowden protection and freedom,
instead of entertaining the thought of this very brave hero's execution.
Surviving amidst diagnosed ailment
…along stressful burdensome involvement
…around complex bonding entanglement
…against trials and hardships’ bombardment…
My will strives for triumphant fulfillment.
Surviving despite self-imprisonment
…defying vain critics for improvement
…dealing with guilt upon truth’s indictment
…detaching from social media’s infringement…
My will remains grateful in peace-contentment.
Surviving for the best every moment
…fueled with oxygen’s free endowment
…fenced from greed’s covetousness-detriment
…fired by love, care and kindness sentiment…
My will focuses on life enjoyment.
Surviving with faith’s blest empowerment
…working toward eternal investment
…walking via spiritual enforcement
…witnessing miraculous wonderment…
My will wins over carnal allurement.
Surviving to do granted assignment
…tasked with valued life-building engagement
…taught as a mentor of firm commitment
…trained in pursuing worthy achievement…
My will trusts sovereign predicament.
Woe unto my will that survives without GOD, for without HIM, I can do nothing*.
John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me (JESUS CHRIST), and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
October 15, 2020
2nd place, "Will to Survive" Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 10/15/2020.
War is never nice and friendly
Make no error about it
Invasion is war, death of a country
Nostra culpa est
There is no amicable invasion
Obviously, this is an egregious violation
Of a country’s sovereignty,
Respect, honor and dignity
Sure, it is our gosh-darn fault
War is hell before and after death
Where no good thing is left
Except the tears, the suffering, the theft
The cries, the breaking of the vault
The rape, the killing, the assassination
The kidnapping, the burning of the constitution
The infringement of God’s given rights, the anti-democracy
The odious crimes against humanity
The worst misery and the nastily abject poverty
Where the country and everybody, everybody
Is indeed worse off. Liberty is cuffed, shackled and muzzled
Love shamelessly and categorically disappeared
Pride was and is dead, freedom has frankly fizzled
Hate verbosely and painfully appeared
As the eyes can see, war is hell. No laughing matter. No fun
No justice, no escape, no democracy. And no place to run
Countless bandits, criminals, and innocents are dead
In such mortiferous galimatias, everybody is wrong
God is helplessly watching and recording. What a sad song!
No future and no hope for today’s generation
We all shamelessly watch, listen and hear
The daily and nightly news here
This is a cuckoo fiasco, an abominable invasion
Where nothing gets better, but worse and worse
We watch, see and witness the violence. We have less, less
And less of everything under the weeping and mournful sun
War is never hilarious, comic, funny and friendly
Hell is not a promenade under the crimson moon
The world is a makeshift barbarous cemetery
And this is not a mendacious mystery
Nostra culpa est
Make no mistake about it
We all will have to pay and ultimately will pay
This is the time to think, to meditate and to pray.
Copyright © October, 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Ephemeral online moment...
Yours truly plagiarizes himself with zeal
courtesy mental cogs and rusty wheel,
thus no literary crime committed to steel
I broadcast material shown thru rickety
black and white Roman Times newsreel
forthwith shoddy wordplay exempts me
against copyright infringement meaning
only I own privilege to take self to heel,
nevertheless yours truly hoops longshot
to score brownie points a higher power,
I will not cajole, bribe nor appeal...
while sitting on haunches horsing around
contemplating how to clearly expound
idea that the here and now does not exist
cuz no sooner then present moment
experienced than bitta bing bitta bang...
little block of time immediately gone,
hence quite profound...
Whereby present, i.e.
2:24 PM March 4th, 2021
instantaneously becomes past.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
Could
should
would
rude
mood
crude
and then
pulchritude with root word Paul care
To a back effect
where city provided water through the water faucet clogged
you had your last montage, fixed there, in a fix, succinct,
indifferent you. Not to define those as trauma and flash backs
You consult with the book that consulted the exaltation of poetic forms
In the very recent publication and so.
You knew that the third act would cause the face change to load and unload infringement
With a sonnet 18, sonnet 79, Casabianca and "To be and not to be" , you are now in
For a probable discussion of distance you have travelled alone, all by yourself
With your loneliest night with your school goers to Michigan
And sometimes, not often, I swear upon Allah, I did not do to spread Mary's also, let alone evangelical
I am free, I am humble, I am possible, I am possible, durable about Istanbul
I am a question to often unharmed (unlearned) Turkey
I am Lake Erie where the superior is traveling homebound, Kiyoto around centralized Japan
I am a Mexican boy named Damien, we were waiting around the Tropical hospice table to the moment food will be served
We played Ping-Pong together, had a few misunderstood moments with the least understanding to each other
I gifted a poem to the hospice not to cherish but also to relish next time.
A city name and a county and the last two years with only one word, left for serenity, each time.
Writhing.
October, 20th, 2024
From the Desk of
Doorturn Falconshow
President of Championship Committee of U.W.C.
United Wrestling Council (Stadium Anthem)
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Subject: Boutious Creatious Disputious Convey
"The Libretto Re-Gift."
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Masters Of Maneuvering
Moves and Masters.....
InDispute
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"Ornery"Moxiin Wilder V. ""Big Meanie" Dilton Manox
Maneuvers in question. (Maneuver Infringement Claus )
Bout Pending via mendeation.The exertion of control and
oversight over a sports Wrestling Maneuvers
to enforce rules and policy in Combat Sports.
Due to Mister Wilder's retirment and re-entry into
Combat sports, his manuvers and gimmic had
been copied or re-gifted, by Manox, The Cowboy.
Due to said likeness and manuver sharing
it has come to the Board of Directer attention
that the Petition filled by Dax Digglmen (Wilder's mangment )
that a Championship bout should settle the score. Filing for
a request of Contractual gathering has been made, if such
is seen fit by the championship commette.
All Matters are of contractual agreements pending the writting of
all stipulations of meetings.
as in where: when: Bout type(Includes stipulations, duration Perioding,
Stautus of Bout, Championship Bouts(pending winning Tiltles or Prizes)
Where to as in events or specail Events, Etc.etc.etc.
Due to the claims of Infrigments of manuvering the determination of whether
either man is gifting or sponging off the other will
be determined through a series of bouts
which will lead to a winner.
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ABHIMANYU IN CHAKRAVYUH
A serene tranquil aura of Subhadra’s son,
Possessing Arjuna’s valour and virtues abound;
Lord Krishna’s blessings armouring shielding him,
Calm placid lionhearted Abhimanyu!
Adept in warfare second to none,
Dauntless unflinching a paramount warrior;
Acclaimed applauded for his heroic deeds,
A defender of harmony, an apostle of peace!
Righteous conduct dignified persona,
Nobility of character elevated soul;
Unperturbed temperament reposed self,
In times of peace and war alike!
When confronting astute canny skilful adversary,
An enemy cleverly contriving a circular array, the Labyrinth;
Challenging the warrior fearless mettlesome,
Conspiring conjointly attacking concomitantly!
Fought like a lion in the unjust combat,
Charging pouncing showering arrows,
As a mountain stood the fighter till the end,
Concurrently striking in enclosed Chakravyuh!
The rival’s wrongful unfair acts exposed,
The pride, the arrogance shattered to the ground;
Jointly and severely seven fought one,
Flouting all rules of warfare at once!
High spirited Abhimanyu dashed them down,
Until to the point when he fell to the ground;
Arose then again as the tides rise high,
The broken wheel of the chariot his armour new!
Simultaneous hurling continued though,
Thence fell the lion roaring through;
Unmasking the humans’ immoral deeds,
Unveiling the pride-smitten arrogant beings!
Infringement of rules, inhuman conduct,
Brutal callous acts in the war;
Humbling humanity, heads shamefully hung,
Abhimanyu’s death, the downfall of humankind!
What Is Christmas by Robert Allison Dec. 1986
Christmas is the time
When the jingle bells rhyme.
Boys say Christmas is fun
When they get a new toy gun. **
Girls say Christmas is a ball,
When they get a brand new doll. **
Boys and girls say "Yay"
To a fun ride in a sleigh.
Most teens would love a new computer,
And most women would love figurines made of pewter.
Now don't forget the dad's
Cause they love the latest fads.
Well all this makes a Christmas nice,
But when going to a party - don't slip on the ice!
Author's Note : This poem was the very first one that
I created during my senior year at high school, before
Christmas break. It was a private (Christian) school and our
English teacher asked us to write a couple paragraphs (or a poem)
about what Christmas meant to us. I didn't know whether to
write about the worldly side or the religious side of Christmas,
and I had never wrote a poem before. By the time class
was over with, I had created the short poem above.
** In the original version - I had substituted "new toy gun"
with "Rambo gun", and also substituted "brand new doll"
with "Barbie doll". These two brand names were the
current "craze" but I later substituted the words - due to
all the lawsuits over copyright infringement at that time.
Anyways, enough rambling from me. Hope you enjoyed !
They seemed more interested in ruining our relationship
it became apparent that her attractiveness was and appeal became the lie to believe: in there gathering.The" foregot's to mentions" and " the Honey tomorrows":began to write the scripts of what he had planned to be a happy ever after.
He wondered was "dividing the loyalties of a wife< or lover an infringement against ones human rights. I remind said " let her go" Let her Go!": These are te "Tenses spoken in luggage where in conveyance trying to make a person understand your point : allow one to understand the reason's the fiends where so fiendish. Coda's Piccolo" he said the story of a man who No one wished him the comforts of marriage!" When the highlights of a relationship is mused from those in the audience of a coupled often times allows the audience to wish to be apart of the story,
He used string too tie Fve oboes together then again five more
he then put four obese on two different strings, and tied them together into a square: where the four oboes where at either end.he turned four tuba's upside down and put them in each corner.He stood in the middle with his piccolo, He began scatting in the Tune of "Ah- Say ye Lover"in protest of his current condition." Who's terms of endearment to say you as mine: oh love Devine, Oh Love devine.: might my voice scale to unseen heights, oh love divine: oh love devine!"
Predator from my past
A predator form my past is here
Watching my every single move
Since police spoke to her, to stay away
Doing everything she can to have control
Of my voice, my words, my writing
After already committing infringement
She is not writing poems here yet, venomous lies
No, she is just watching from my follower list
Thinking she has the power, as always
From having cops in her pockets years ago
When she evaded justice, to go on to more atrocities
This is her way of having a view into my life!
But, time is running out, for accountability by law
The arm of the law is long and the others are gone
Her mentality has her thinking she is invincible
- She is not -
And, when she steps away from the computer
My words will continue to ring loud and clear,
You will not stop my words, you will not stop my writing!
You stole my voice once as a child - never again!
Heidi Sands
1/11/19