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War
Is where
Nobody wins
And everybody sins
At the unbeautiful bar
War is hell on earth
At birth
God created humans
To be better than the lions
And the other nefarious predators
That’s a given
War transforms young men
And young women
Into absurd killers and murderers
War is criminal
War is suicidal
The truth hurts. Oh! Boy. Oh! Boy
Vile foragers oppress, attack, maim and destroy
Common sense is absent in wartime
No countries are at their prime
Where they harvest dead victims, casualties
Pains, sufferings, animosities and calamities
War is immoral
War is awful
War is for crazed gangsters
War is for ireful bouncers
Death comes early for numberless youngsters
Families are worrying, crying and mourning
And don’t care about vanity, flags and flowers
Families only care about the living
Love, peace, harmony and humanity
War is wasteful
War is baneful
War is for dreadful pit-bulls
War is for god-awful fools
Premature death is unacceptable and crazy
And cemeteries are plentiful and not empty
How sad and unnecessary to be so strong
And to die so early and so young
How sad and inhumane to be so wrong
And to fail flat to unite in order to sing a fine song
Life is precious on all sides
Intolerance chokes and arrogance divides
Diplomacy is the key to resolving our current differences
Dialogue is the password to open up countless entrances
To find common ground
Better and friendlier sound
War is never the equitable answer to the question
But love is the quintessentially perfect solution
To the human or mundane equation.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Lower gastrointestinal war civil declared
because sweet tooth (er...rather dentures)
craved absolute zero sum game yoking,
wickedly villainous, x'acting tummy
upsetting Pavlovian salivating, romancing,
quid pro quo woe pea pie us, orthodox,
conventional, nun habit forming (Lie),
mouth watering, lip locked, kickstarting,
Je Suis ill lust trios, hymn bracing, gob
stop ping, feasting immediate enema
inducing, decadent chocolate baneful
cake courtesy of adoring bubela, (the
same over stuffed ego freezer oft
mentioned counterpart), charming,
hugely overpowering tenderly loving
zee missus diabolically exuding
"FAKE" gracious humane insinuating
jabbering, knowingly loo man hating,
needful offal pestiferous quasi rip
snorting, tush under fire, violent
whooshing, expelling xyz lower
abdominal contractions, indubitably
kindling, jumpstarting instagramming
howling, fostering execrable, debilitating,
besieging posterior, automatically
clutching derriere, experiencing ferocious
gluteus maximus intractable jabbing, knifing,
lacerating, mutilating nameless oaf (me),
painfully quaking das simian, torturously
undergoing vicious wretched excessive
yawping worse fate than death!
Otherwise ass hide from irritable bowel
syndrome this second July Sunday 2019
quite yawningly wonderful, uneventful,
sedate, quiet, ordinary, mundane, languid,
joyously humdrum, fabulously drab
characterizing local buffoon, i.e. yours truly.
Shall I cut thee a slice of outrageously
luscious, keister heavenly gourmet deluxe cake?
The strength of [our] color will prevail: white,
black, yellow, or red make no difference
in the racist threat against existence
that oppresses by might but is not right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with flames, like a deliverance
about to split apart Intolerance,
the racist's bark, and the vile bigot's bite.
It is right; and takes the appearance of
strong, marching Youth that reform the old view,
and shine a vision of a world suffused with love,
grace, justice, and rightness in hearts anew:
our tribes can live in peace and soar above
as One, when our colors become one hue.
Winds of change blow in time’s course clear
waft from an unseen end to unknown another
the momentum they gather from the power
the history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the message
the current events provide can’t be altered,
the aim they read on social landscape page
people delicately design can’t be changed.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gale
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on time in the gusty squall
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.
The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime
like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep
and bury under thick dust of the ageing time.
Indomitable spirit rises from the dust deep
new generations of belief and value emanate
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply
transforming fast and invisibly the core insipid
of the traditional society of integrity and unity
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing sense of change that gradually sips in,
traditional concepts of living slowly recede
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed
desperately designed to meet rather blindly
the demands current times make irrationally.
The shape and the space of mind’s frame alters
with changing pictures it holds but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.
If winds of change blow too strong and abrasive
everything on way crumbles beyond recognition,
so savagely they gust nothing survives to retrieve
the wreckage can’t be swept aside, it stays on
for everything drags everything into the ruins.
August 31, 2017.
"and this is my contemplation and pondering
on what I have witnessed in my short life thus far "
Quote- by Constance
I contemplate and ponder and muse
on things experienced and I unshackle
what I have witnessed in deep reveries.
Conditioning makes some people warped
brainwashed and programed and after
years they become just jaundiced and
their thinking biased, distorted and bitter.
Prejudice is out of control all over the world
sexism, ageism and racism are preconception
mindsets I find to be quite disgusting.
Intolerance of people and a narrow mind
thinking head-set only creates barriers in
your own life restricting you from experiences.
Bias to peoples right of religion is unsettling
my viewpoint is everyone has the right to follow
the God that they believe in without fear.
Rooted beliefs are in most people established
and deep- like mine that has been by now
entrenched from childhood and it is now
firm and fixed in my personality.
Skill in social interactions taught to young
children by parents gracious, accepting and
kind teach the know-how in navigating life.
Bondage is seeing the world with jaundiced
disapproving eyes it keeps you chained and
enslaved to servitude for your lifetime.
Conscious awareness is the key to enjoying this
life and all those we will meet on this journey.
__________________________
December 2, 2021
Poetry/Verse/My Thoughts on Human Rights
Copyright Protected, ID 02-14107-787-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted in the Standard contest, Human Rights
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 12/10/2021
First Place
Be gentle to all;
be not a tempest bellowing.
Be instead a mild summer shower,
raining peace and love on everyone.
You cannot always know those who suffer
from injustices or from abuse
from which they can’t escape.
By doing good at all times,
you may inadvertently bring some peace
to those who thirst for joy.
Be not a tree too stubborn to grow.
Be instead a tree that is productive,
providing sustenance for those in need.
Or be a willow tree and bend,
letting go of intolerance and hate.
And be like the sun
on a warm spring afternoon.
Shine radiantly down,
lighting a path of peace
to all earth’s weary travelers that pass your way.
April 3, 2022
for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's
Your Peace Message To The World Poetry Contest
I Believe in You- A short letter to America
By Curtis Johnson
Dear America,
At times, I have doubted myself and questioned you
I have cried bitter tears over you, but never doubted you
The real you is not all that we see, or even all that we feel
My core beliefs sum up the real me, as is the case with you
In despair, I found that the core of you always gave me hope
Out of the core, true life flows, and your core has drawn masses from afar
When many of your people were denied their rights and forsaken,
I believed in you. When your sacred laws were broken, I believed in you
When people were sold as property and terror tolerated, I was not here, but still, I believed in you
When a right is exercised and I disagree, I still believe in you
When an intolerance is expressed, I am sad, but yet, I believe in you
When your flag is burned or a church is bombed, I ache for you, but I continue to believe in you
When I see you in the Preamble, I see ‘me’ in ‘we the people’, and I believe in you
When I pledge allegiance to your flag and say, ‘under God’, I believe in you
When I read the address at Gettysburg about your government, it’s my government too. "This government of the people, for the people, and by the people shall not perish…” This government is yours; it is theirs; it is ours, and I believe in you.
O American, there are endless reasons for believing in you, but I shall close with the last sentence from The Declaration of Independence. For therein lies a summary of how much our founding fathers believed in you. “And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.”
O America, may God continue to richly bless you. May I and millions of others who have benefited from your blessings, be ever reliant upon Divine Provident ( GOD ). And may we too pledge all.
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When worries are more a part of life
Than the smiles, the laughter and light
Listen to the Creator who promises
To always be there, forever aware
Prepared to embrace you, never forsake you
He is the One who draws you to Him with love
Love so alive it can never lie
Love so satisfying it can never deny
Love so amazing it can never reject
Love so wise it can never desert
This is a love that reaches out and reaches in
Fills the heart with joy and peace
Reminds the soul to simply breathe
The wonder of its everlasting bliss
He is the One who draws your soul
To His spirit, His inspiration and hope
Grace that is an ever abiding wonder
Love that grows and grows and always
Responds with assurance that, with Him
We never need worry or listen to fear
We never need to accept the darkness
We never need bear intolerance or doubt
We never need to just figure it all out
Because, with Him, there is assurance
There is peace and a knowing that reminds
His love is forever thriving, surviving
Every burden, lifting apprehension
So that we can feel His gentleness
When troubles are more a part of life
Than the happiness, the joy and thanks
Listen to the One who brings His word
To prompt hearts to hear His story
To understand His gift and His glory
He is the One each of us needs
He is the answer to each and every prayer
He is the way to know God is there
He is the truth that never doubts
He is the life that will always prepare
Hearts for the wonder of His heavenly home
Listen, dear friend, to His every nudge
When He whispers… You can know for sure
This is a blessing – This is true love!
“Walking the last mile the time to keep the spirit high is now” – Quote by Poet
Don’t be a mute spectator of the wrong,
rise up with the courage to dissent now.
Don’t suppress your rebel voice strong,
speak up to emphasize the right now.
If the inferno of engulfing intolerance
blazes your beleaguered heart now,
ignite another fire to burn the instance,
and blow away the ashes now.
Don’t count what you haven’t got,
forget the past and move on now.
Accept with grace what destiny has brought,
embrace them to be happy now.
As the storm surges with the cloud of strife
across your mangled mind now,
be a sweeping squall in the fortified life,
waft the mist away, see the rainbow now.
The transient time you’ve got as God’s gift,
live it full to enjoy and celebrate now.
On the festival the dismal darkness falls swift,
raise the moon, dance in its shine now.
At the edge of time’s tide on the track of fate
walk fearless, engrave the last footprints now.
You face in the end the rough sea, don’t wait,
sail serene to the island of bliss now.
Verily verily you are not all alone
Unfairness has stayed with us history has shown
Injustice to anyone is injustice to me
I lament any injustice to those yet to be
Everyone is part of the universal soul
For whom the proverbial bell truly does toll
Across our globe intolerance moves listlessly
Through compassion we find Blessed Community
I mostly worry about what I cannot see
It is on us to secure our own destiny
In united lands of the indivisible
A strong siege rages over the individual
It takes but one wise being to add to us all
One defining link between our victory and fall
Once this epic battle has been finally won
Thereby it will certainly be all said and Donne
Tribute poem to John Donne with further reference
and accreditation to Martin Luther King, Jesus Christ
and Buddha