Long Liar Poems
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I am a fibre on the canvas of the universe
Slightly frayed and unwanted within the fabric
No dreams of life beyond death
and an unnatural aversion to life
Solitary in my weirdness and unashamed by shame
I am an individual hiding in the solitude of humanity
Laws i slip like sentient binds
Prisoner in myself and never adourn my real mask
My lateral thoughts are buried in the depths of my rabbit hole
Staring at the looking glass it stares within my all
The screaming imagination that orientates the vessel beyond
I am the liar in the light of day
and none seem to hear my call
Pick the simple happy, sad, constructs of the norm
Inside this fleshened cage
My mind is free to roam
Alone and never alone
The voice inside knows all that shapes my core
and none will ever know
Santos fooled the folks as he spoke
George thinks mashing facts is a joke
This N.Y. House dope
Needs his mouth rinsed with soap
His diaper-rash words make me choke
Author's note: Why did voters in NY district #3 elect a bold-faced liar to Congress? Mr. Santos may have some kind of illness. Be that as it may, if a candidate freely lies, fools the voters, and receives no condemnation from his party's cohorts, it suggests the following:
It's not about where the ship of state sails, but rather who resides on the top deck. If the hull leaks, we can all go down, so even top-deck denizens ought to be careful about who does what.
Remember
To register
Now or before October
So you can legally vote
In November
If you are a U.S. Citizen
Over eighteen
Be a smart voter
Write a colorful sticky note
Please scribble the date
To VOTE
For a high-quality candidate
For a good and reasonable person
For a law-abiding citizen
For a great and respectable leader
Not for a fool, a faker or a liar
Our lives depend on it
It’s our duty. Voting will benefit
Our beloved country
And our dear family
It’s our constitutional rights
To join the fights
Please remember
To vote in November.
Copyright © September 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Jesus loves me
this I know
If you read the Bible
Old testament and new
All the stories point to Jesus
Test it, challenge it
Seek and ye shall find tis true
For the Bible tells me so
I met Jesus as a little girl
Seeing a picture of Jesus
knocking at a door asking to come in
the door to my heart
For me, it is where Jesus and I begin
Little ones to Him belong
My mom faithfully took us to church
I sang in the choir
I thought I was pretty good
As life went on I discovered my heart
was deceitful and I was a liar
We are weak
No not the kind of lies to deceive my brother
It was a lie to myself
I was righteous and better than some others
We are weak
I didn't kill, rarely cussed and did not steal
Trouble came when I knew Jesus
but didn't let Him lead
Stubborn was my will
My way led to misery
Tears and sadness my way made me feel
But He is strong
The day came I did realize
Jesus was always there
Exposing my heart, allowing me to see
My lack of forgiveness, love, and pride
It wasn't a pretty picture
I must confide
Yes Jesus Loves Me
The picture of Jesus is still hanging on my wall
knocking at the door of my heart
asking to come in
The door is opened wide, come in Lord cleanse and stay
You saw all my ugliness and loved me anyway
The Bible Tells Me So
Hitch hiking ghosts with a hue of blue
Were picked up on a Sunday in 1952
The driver was my dad, name of Lou
Who enjoyed their company more than they knew.
I heard the story growing up each year
On Halloween, for my daddy had no fear
That anyone else would call him a liar.
Apparently it happened with a flat tire.
They were wandering down the road when it blew.
They ran up and asked if they could help poor Lou.
He was gob smacked when they took over and fixed
His tire quickly. He had thought he was licked.
They asked for a ride to the graveyard name Touse.
He told them he had to stop by at our house.
They rode along and regaled him with best stories of his life.
He raced home to explain the situation to my mom, his wife.
She gave him permission to take them quickly back.
He said they politely refused a quick Twinkie snack.
It was Halloween night which he did not think much of that night.
But whenever I think of this, I get a bit of a fright.
You see the travelers were opaque, and you could see through them.
He enjoyed telling this story to strangers, on a bit of a whim.
They always looked like he was insane, slightly crazy.
But they hired him anyway, for he was never lazy.
Everywhere there are stunning women,
but with that one you have chosen
as your wife...share wonderful days
and be transformed by her incredible ways!
Haven't you realized that faithfulness is as sacred as love itself?
You have kept your vows without regrets:
embracing her when pain made her weep...
to make those sad moments disappear with your warm heartbeat!
Never let that wedding ring come off for any foolish desire,
be faithful to her and never make up those excuses of liar;
make her feel wanted and loved beyond imagination...
tend to her needs when she feel that tangling sensation!
Grow older together before death arrives,
one will be left behind to bear sorrow;
cling to each memory you'll cherish with smiles
and very often you'll be a lost sparrow!
Russia valiantly fights 'a war of defense'
against Ukraine which 'has given offense'
Can Russia depose 'the Nazi, Zelensky?'
to end Ukraine's 'genocide of slaughtering Russenkis?' (aka Russians)
Russia's 'defense of her people' is understandable
But are NATO's policies all-so-commendable?
NATO says 'Nyet' to to No-fly Zones -- 'too provocative'
~ Russia laughs at such 'justifications' for her to use her prerogative
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Russia bombs a maternity hospital and a nuclear reactor; levels whole
towns; shells civilian apartment complexes indiscriminately -- and NATO
can't OK a 'No-Fly-Zone' -- a DEFENSIVE tactic! -- to stop it?!!! For the
sake of humanity, when will Western leaders find the courage to FIGHT
this second coming of the murderous liar, Hitler?!!!!
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand
Against the agony and anguish of being alone.
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand
That it has unequivocally had the upper hand.
It’s a prudent proposition, the evidence has shown;
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.
How can you hold on to this hollow strand
Holding this overly oppressive weight of stone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand
That forever is but a forgotten fire never fanned
By the fervor of two fevered souls never grown.
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.
Hasn’t the bullying, bullfighting, butting and
Beating been enough to burst every single bone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand
That war is definitely warranted and I command!
Love has become loathsome liar we must disown!
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand,
Today, my head will make it understand.
My mother always told me
not to play with fire
for it was very dangerous
for my mum was no liar
When growing up as a youngster
you know not to go near
anywhere close to the fire
the thought filled you with fear
That was a day of the coal fire
burning with many a log and stick
it brought a real good heat
so natural then looking so slick
Many kids got sore burns then
especially if fire guards weren't on
parents had to be vigilant indeed
keeping eagle eye on little John
It was wise always to listen
your parents had your good at heart
even when you didn't like it
for you were their work of art!
(c) poetgord
I’m the one who followed Jesus,
when the soldiers arrested Him that night.
I wanted to see for myself where they took him,
when the Lord did not want me to fight.
I followed them from afar, then,
as they led my Lord away to be tried,
Knowing in my heart, the trial would be a farce,
for He had said, He would be crucified.
I stood in the outer courtyard,
and, as I was warming by the fire,
a little maid accused me of being with him,
and out of fear, I became a liar.
Twice more that night, I denied Him.
When the cock crowed thrice, He looked at me.
He did not accuse me- He looked at me with love,
then I ran away so no one could see.
What shame I felt that I had denied
the Master, as he suffered alone.
I will never forget the look of love on his face,
He who died willingly, for our sins to atone.