Long Lethal Poems
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I am your inked inamorata,
enamored and heaven-drunk,
sipping courtly creed
from the chrysalis chalice
of what love could unleash ~
as the heart heeds what’s unsaid
when stellar heat waves
thunder in sync with lightning,
still musing with
the monotony of muted music…
It was never the radiant rhythm
of romanticized rhymes
that pulled me,
but the arcane gaze
of your trip-uh-licious alchemy,
the ice-flame blues of
a draconian dreamer,
still intriguing this
intuitive incandescence
like a dangerous desperado
sailing me to an ocean of devotion.
O primal paramour,
purify this pained pulse,
heal the hurting nocturnal Helios
amidst your eyes that roam,
reaching for the rhinestone flickers,
blind to this burn.
While your hallowed hands
unknot the sky, wedded
to the thrilling threads
of my mourning moon,
calm your vagabond psyche
and listen to the evocative voice
of my unwavering verses ~
veiled in vermilion,
within the purged pages
enveloped in sand-soaked silk.
There you will hear
the black-cat moan
footprints of faithful fervency,
the lifelines of loyal luminescence,
clawed to compassion
generously giving,
serving the aromatic air
that carries your mystical musk ~
So let the ghost awake,
let the forgotten rise again.
Watch the wickedness unweave
the faults of an untamable warrior.
Are you satisfied being
vehemently investigated
by an emotionally intense telescope,
holding you viciously
to the lethal lens of feral ferocity?
Here comes the grace-giver.
I am born to dominantly bestow…
Hopelessly mesmerized by your exquisite allure,
There was no verse to express this hypnotic trance.
Trapped in bright orbs of speckled green fire,
I became an instant captive to your fixed gaze.
Your lethal glance stabbed my pulsating heart;
As I was left gasping for breath, body trembling.
With one sultry, seductive flutter of thick lash,
The last seeds of fruitless defiance had expired.
What could possibly break this addictive, narcotic spell?
And who would be foolhardy enough to wish rehabilitation?
Mighty torrents of cascading and turbulent desire,
Washed me forever down a deep, unmeasured stream.
Oh, what a prophesized, delectable death that awaited;
As I readily and blissfully courted my final termination.
I was drowning in a whirlpool of primative passion,
Eternally caught looking into the eyes that bind.
Vengeance dissolves making room for something new
Redemption blossoms in hope colors the dawn
In silence pain fades like mist
Among the remnants of conflict forgiveness is born
The family welcomes him, the offerings of warmth
The likeness of Christ shines in every gesture
The crossfire marks the end changing destiny
Suffering fades and in the night dissolves
In a gesture of clemency forgiveness manifests
Through the shadows new light advances
In the heart burns the desire for peace
The family, strong, embraces every change
Riggs gives Rianne the decorated bullet
A symbol of peace between tears and smiles
Christmas lights up and down the cul-de-sac
In forgiveness the divine likeness is reflected
The family gathering the new bonds
Love sprouts where grudges once reigned
Hatred shouted finds echo in the wounded heart
Anger shatters but time soothes it
Acceptance means growing and letting go
The family becomes a refuge redemption is built
In forgiveness unexpected strength is found
The soldier resists but lets himself be assured by hope
In forgiveness the image of Christ is renewed
The family is a manger where one is reborn every day
The likeness is reflected in the gentle gesture
Vengeance finds no room anymore, only harmony
Redemption in memories in the comforting present
The light of Christmas illuminates every face
The soldier whom no one can bend
He finds strength again as God changes his heart
Resilience leaves a mark deep and alive
In the warmth of the family pain is transformed
Redemption is fulfilled forgiveness triumphs
And the likeness of Christ remains eternal
Vengeance vanishes now one of the Mertaugh clan
Victoria Lynn Riggs' memory (his family)
This soldier’s resilience reflected in the warmth of Christmas
Reformulation of sin
Homeocentrism combatant
Sociopathy redefinition
Is for Intellect palatable
Apparently imposure of sin
Kills source collective the bias
Care you don't have to bear
Of neither the sides of compliance
Rules parts of humans invent
May not valid be for evaluation
Mortal the thus very sin
Is imposing your limitation
No one you are to demand
Sets of your wrongly conditions
Thus no naive stupid banned
Reason for real renditions
No rule exist to demand
Account for their opinion
Unless lethal targeter this
Compares the vote via dominion
The price of equality mass
Is mentally full degradation
That's why we those deny
We up for the double negation
Irrational mess we clean up
We strive for the logic brilliance
The sense Constitution conveys
We guard judging words, Philly, Ness
This Lochness is fine the Ness
She is not some kind of mess
She is crispy like the chip
She lives very very deep
Iguana Orangutan
NATO backwards is OTAN
And the bat does guano
Kate does says all that NO NO
// Inspired y my favorite poem
A Tale of the Thirteenth floor by Ogden Nash
We write poems, not poetry
And we don’t waste our time
We denounce the scandalous slime
As we expose all unspeakable crimes
We throw lemons, limes and rhymes
At them to chase away what’s so ugly
In them. We definitely want a better
World of compassion, love and peace
We cannot sleep at night, since there’s a list
Of good deeds and things that we want to offer
Violence is ubiquitous, violence is everywhere
For all our children, we want a better and safer
Environment. We want to always please Mom Nature
We speak out as loud as we can at the daily fair
We write a lot to tell the truth under the sun
We shout when it’s necessary to wake up the son
Of the mean, racist and grumpy old man at the beach
We do our best to expose them as we unleash
Lethal verses and powerful words to subdue them
And we even pray to a God still absent in Eden
When the victims are not white, powerful and rich
We don’t waste our time at all. We ponder and we teach
As we strive to create a better, safer and friendlier niche
Free of abject poverty, heinous violence and discrimination
As we remind everybody that we’re headed to one Nation
After death. The breath that we take is not cheap at all
Without this essentially vital oxygen, in due time, we all fall.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
A flash in the sky had just caught my eye
A man wearing cape and tights quickly sped by
He landed sure footed and that’s when he spoke
“Forsooth, I am verily one super bloke.”
I said, “Ooh, get you,” in a mock comic voice
He said, “Tis a brave man, that mocketh my choice
To vanquish the blaggard of doubtful intent
So desist young scoundrel and be thee not bent.”
I said, “Leave it out guv, you’ve gotta be nuts,
You look a right numpty, there’s no ifs or buts
What kind of hero do you claim to be
You look like a dollar store loser to me.”
Well he stood feet apart with his hands on his hips
He gave me a look that said, “You’ve had your chips.”
Instead he said, “I roam alone like a cloud
To snare ye that do-eth what be not allowed.”
I laughed in his face and I told him he’s bonkers
And his tights were revealing his couple of conkers
And then I said, “Give up this crime fighting caper
Or soon you’ll be ridiculed in the newspaper.”
Suddenly there was a screeching of tyres
Out of a Buick leapt Machete Myers
He shouted, “Oy, nutter, get outa my way
Or you’se gonna go meet your maker today.”
The self proclaimed hero spoke firmly, “Behold,
Hast I not crossed hosts of daffodils - gold
To stay thee thy hand as thy crime was foretold
And in yonder jailhouse then thee I shall scold.”
Machete Myers with his machete out
Laughed, uncontrollably falling about
He collapsed in a heap and died where he laid
By coming down hard on his own lethal blade
I said, “Okay, Mister, you’ve saved all our bacon
It seems that it could be that I’ve been mistaken
You’ve talked us both out of a grave situation
But that gear you’re wearing is one weird creation.”
The man in the cape and the over tight tights
Who had just put out the machete man’s lights
While speaking in rhyme said, “I have a plan,
I shall fight crime and be called Souperman.”
It's the life of a street nigga
get money or die trying in the process
If a nigga make it 21 where Im from
that mean you blessed
all the drama and stress that just goes with tha struggle
along wit the dope boyz moving bricks by the bundle.
It's the life. Everybody been threw it
you can't avoid meeting ain't bout sh!t people
some take heartbrake harder than others
when they think about injecting some lethal
In my eyes lame niggas & fake women is see threw
you know a nigga crazy after a week
of knowing you they say they wanna be with you.
It's the life. We all then had it
the 1st one we gave out heart to
game recognize game but how
men & women use each other is a shame
women say niggas is all the same
everytime they get their heart stepped on
but you know what gets me
a baby muva that think the nigga she had a
baby wit is suppose to get back
wit her just because their child is born.
It's the life. Real talk misery loves company
most women is selfish and when it comes to love
I loved it so much my heart became helpless
but you would've thought that I'd learned from that
I kinda lost count of how many women
emotionally stabbed me in the back.
It's the life. Decision making comes wit a reasonable price
but honestly every question you have about life
forget a therapist take it to Christ
life ain't right but it gets better once
you get on that spiritual kite
but Im telling you this right here
ain't nothin but to street life
Life given to me and I have lived it,
Life so boring and I want to leave it,
I'm sick and tired of being in this world,
No human cares about to your words.
I want poison down my gut,
But I wonder if I got the guts,
Something bitter and lethal,
I know suicide is illegal,
Perhaps I should consider a rope,
In the woods where no one has ever rode,
And my corpse be fed on by the wolf,
Coming to think of it, I'll miss playing golf.
Maybe I should drown in the sea,
At a time when no one can see,
I'll leave everything to my maid,
Go and live with the mermaids.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
The Man O'War HMS Arcturus dominated the billowin' main!
Foes were fearful of closin' battle with 'er should they ever deign!
What a magnificent and imposin' sight was she with 'er riggin' full o'sail,
As she raced to and fro with Union Jack a-snappin' leavin' havoc in 'er trail!
The Master, Captain Pettigrew, ran a taut ship but was beloved by his crew.
He had led them through battle and stormy gale - they were tried and true.
Captain Pettigrew held to tradition and was generous with the cup o'rum.
His crew would follow him anywhere, though at times spent and numb!
Durin' the din of battle when lethal shell flew and the cannon roared,
And though the deck was awash with blood upon its oaken board,
Midst the billowin' smoke they saw their gallant captain a-standin' tall,
A source of strength and courage, exhortin' victory from one and all!
Though many a battle and ragin' storm upon 'er had taken their toll,
And 'er wooden hull groaned and creaked with every sea-tossed roll,
She was the pride of the British Fleet and there was nary another like 'er!
Just ask any of the crew who served on 'er and they would concur!
She made 'er final cruise in 1837 leavin' port sailin' o'er the horizon,
In 'er usual majestic style, fully rigged displayin' flyin' jib and mizzen!
Alas, she disappeared and 'er plight was never really known for true.
Only He Who rules the seas knows the fate of HMS Arcturus and her crew.
They’re cute, little opossums; riding on Mama’s back;
her tail rail, secures precious brood.
They’ll grow to be lethal rats;
they’ll try to eat your dog or cat and they will probably win their battle, as they have, giant shoulder chips.
My Manx once tangled with opossum female and
since she had little tail;
great mouthfuls did her hinny make.
Proud of the white upon her chest,
she quickly cleaned up the mess and us,
none the wiser be.
For several days she laid around, our little calico clown; but she was aged and likely to do so.
Around the house she trod; with no marks or blood on bod; until she could no more and it puzzled us to our cores,
why she’d stopped eating.
We took her off to the Vet; a virus, we surely bet and
what a shock we did get, when Vet said,
“Opossum’s chewed up her behind!”
Surgery was our next option;
because an opossum went’a‘chomp’in.
In a couple of days we’d have to stop in and
pick her up, once again.
Listless at home, as our tabby roamed;
her little sister, her ego blistered;
examining tube sticking out her butt;
wouldn’t leave her alone,
so violent hisses and growls ensued.
For days on end, our humiliated furry friend;
would her long days begin, in such a moody brooding.
When that tube came out, happy calico clown,
like “Tigger”, bounced all around.
Table to table and chair to chair she leapt and
made us all shout; “Bad cat!”
Nevertheless, not one thing was broken.
Her sister, how she sniffed at the stitches,
in her hips; our Manx finally laid down the law and
let a big paw rip! Swatted Tabby was offended!
The hissing, spitting fight ensued; with Tabby rolling through the room; Manx, she released such gloom and doom that made Tabby a bit smarter.
Perhaps Manx’s situation, demonstrated by her jubilation, coupled with her agitation; rejuvenated her.
A lively “kit”, she was again
and I tell you, my Manx friend,
enjoyed her newfound days again;
happy that she was saved.
For a while, Tabby quivered;
dazed, she sat and shivered,
because Manx had sent her up proverbial river.
A double lesson, it had been;
though Tabby did irritate Manx again;
Manx from then on did engage in more careful play;
but not with an opossum.