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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?
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!"
pretence
where lies are common to be polite and opinions
are only accepted if it is the realm of what is
viewed as the norm and must not be overstepped.
I believe in the free expression but am sceptical of the free will as it will only bring chaos such as abortion as on the whim of the day. You can say I`m an authoritarian ascertain order has to follow the law of nature, which many consider as an infringement of rights.
What Right!
Europe has a shrinking population thanks
to the idea that the morality of the unwritten law
that can be overlooked without any consequence
of the future generation.
Abortion is capitalist thinking eat your cake today
and never mind what happens when we have gone.
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.
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
Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer whose blasé
sashay amble’s out of kilter.
Maverick antennae on a radio safari,
hawking hourglass heritage lodestone.
Closet Peter Pan’s astride transistor, literati goggle eyed and glued.
Silhouettes of wistful mint leaf tract,
navigating hoarse throat shellback allegory.
Earnest weekend welcome mat to madcap jester, laureate, bohemian.
Religiously the listener’s transported
from a humble tepee sanctum
to alluring levee inundation area,
far flung folly edifice,
nomad siren hymn sheet to mount Half Dome.
Long wave bounder in my dreams,
I limb skip oe’r fiction world simulcast entanglement,
snoop beneath rogallo-wing parachute in a Middle East plot,
“twin peaks” would be awestruck by this labyrinthine concourse.
One can flit invisibly round medieval black market cobblestone arcades,
ghost novelist’s ethereal penchant for pinch and pilfer retro-fit infringement.
Melting pot cinnamon dispenser, whiff stick fix antidote to kettledrum ennui
the blight of urban jungle setting and rural folklore.
Otherworld contortion with a shard of drama for magic carpet flight of fancy broadcast
Lineage derived from ancient epochs now assumed but for an inkling, icons I become with card shark sly booth legerdemain.
Maybe I’m that fictile clueless hiker, destitute, indigent
I seek the civilization’s enlightenment into the stratum of technology
Float the boat in the spurious body making nearest the realm of remoteness
Cannot find that unadulterated poignant love
Lose you at the infringement wave of the Padma River
Lose the royal desired feelings of your sense in this verbose letters
Lose the ecstatic embraced mirror of heart in the cuddling moonlit night
Today I do not find the enjoyment for the careless flattering enjoyer
Even then I seek you in the highest search engine of the modern technology
Seek you in disguise of the luxurious monk of love
-February 23, 2020 Chattogram
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 !
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.
"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.