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(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words;
This is exactly what the Doctor orders,
For a Nation, who’s trying to fight the horrors
Of blatant racism,
Unfairness, injustice,
Nepotism and sexism.
A man of Peace,
Without controversies,
Is not a genuine activist.
The truth is being tolled; there is no reason to apologize,
‘Cause you’re exercising your God-given rights.
The sickness, the maladies,
Which America has been suffering
For over five centuries,
Need to be healed as you’re reading
My honest feelings.
This is painful, this is long overdue.
My brave People are tired of fighting
The ills and the stigmas of our societies.
This is hurtful, this is way overdue.
The Truth hurts, thank God Almighty;
“Another One” is unafraid to tell the Truth,
“This One” is dissecting the false myth,
And the backward ideologies, thank God Almighty!
The prisons are populated by innumerable innocents,
The Police and their cronies randomly humiliate
Our parents, siblings and cousins.
We have every reason to be mad and irate.
A more just and fair system needs to be in place now.
The Brother is using strong medicine right now:
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words,
To save America,
The beautiful diva,
Who stands for: “Justice, Freedom,
Liberty and Happiness for All.”
We should denounce Uncle Tom
And his monkeys. Brothers, who walk tall
Like you and our President,
Are rare and almost nonexistent.
The Truth will always set free:
The men of Justice, the men of integrity,
The men of Peace, the men of honesty;
The Brothers and Sisters who will tirelessly
Fight racism, the twin-brother of slavery.
Copyright@, Hebert Logerie ,Thursday, February 19, 2009,
All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Spring blossom’s fine and fine’s monsoon season,
But summertime love’s like a passing shower,
E’en autumn, if my heart’s free from frisson,
No, summertime love’s not my fond flower;
Wearing the least or flimsiest of dress,
It’s like setting the salty sea aflame,
Not my scene oh, a damp flesh to caress,
So, come again, time’s ripe when me to tame.
O monsoon winds, rend to tatters all heat,
Let summer’s rage cool, soil fragrant post-rains,
Its scorching bite far off on a retreat,
Ready I’m when love sings its old refrains.
But, Passion, as summer time’s not for love,
In cool content let’s coo under a grove!
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12 May 2021
Poet’s note: Summertime love, most of Indian subcontinent, where summers are extreme, is hardly a place for it. Romantic love’s fine in spring season. Monsoon maladies liltingly sing the love songs of rains. Two love birds, separated, pine for rainy togetherness. Even autumn is fine, fine is most of winter for seeking closeness and snuggly warmth under blankets and quilts. But summertime love is generally no, no here. No thanks; love of summertime is reserved for cooler climes, unless of course, one is talking about ‘Love of Summertime’!
Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan!
Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!
It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your fever breaks!
Dear Charma, you've got snow! make an ice-pack!
it's almost halftime!...... then I'll be back!
And if you grow weary of my attitude!
I'll level a few notches, and be a sweet dude!
The Ref blew his whistle!.... #4 is quite grand!
our sinking tag-poem is back on dry land!
So without much ado!
no need for a chorus!
I tag you my friend, Miss Culverhouse! Please Doris!
(Phyllis tagged John, John tagged DaneAnn, DaneAnn tagged Charmaine, Charma tagged me! and I tag Doris!)
Around the corner
from where I live alone,
in an unfurnished studio apartment,
there’s a shabby restaurant where
I often sit nursing a cup of coffee.
I asked Life one day, “Why me?”
Sitting across from her and
looking directly into her eyes,
“Why did you come to be with me?
I never wanted this. Now I’m distraught,
You have given me nothing but
heart-ache and pain,
broken dreams and empty promises.”
“I was a contented spirit,
Roaming the realms of the heavens
immortal and eternal;
But now, thanks to you, I am
besieged with mortal maladies and
haunted by your old nemesis, death!”
~Contest: Chapter 1 Poetry Narrative
~Sponsor: Matt Caliri.
In cavernous Swiss bank vaults
Slavery, is a word filed under anecdotes as valued as gold caught
By some inbred morons I’m told
To be resuscitated, wasn’t evil then
Elated? There was power to be
Used, unabated they put leaders; into
State shoes, ‘no matter if they chafed em’ paid for like goods
To lead, astray whole nations
Unto tangled brambles of fanciful
Climate alarmist notions, sickness was their remedy
In fact; they even introduced the maladies!
With them it’s all just theatre and hype; they have a
Consistency like tripe. Just a body of
Flatulence…..Craving much
Opulence, descendants of nazis
With all that old nonsense if you
Just tease, the narrative of disasters, you’ll find they
Are fully plastered; zonked out on toxins
Remote of awareness, default locked
Of cognition' lacking, no empathy;
Just histrionics; is all I see is big
Plans they sure thunk-em, yet
‘Twas. ‘All the bunkum that sunk em.’
©Joe Maverick 4-12-2025
Hail, all you freaks of nature, come
Display your oddities, exotic ones
disfigured maladies to fascinate and stun!
Your grand exhibits marvel and attract
curious crowds that look and gawk and gasp
while inside you are crying, outwardly you act.
Come, see a strange display, half woman and half man
a bearded lady, conjoined twins, a small dwarf upon a stand
micro cephalic women, dressed like dolls, a snake man without hands.
You outcasts of society who lead a lonely life
abused, misused, confused, and often fraught with strife
take heart, the God who made you has you in His sight.
Written on 5/7/2017
Ma and Pa don't get around a great deal much anymore.
If they pine to cut a rug, they claim their health is mighty poor!
Used to be that they were the swingingest pair around;
Now with all their maladies, to their hearth they're bound!
Ma likes Mexican fare at the neighborhood Cafe De Luxe.
Pa says, "No way, Ma, not with my acid reflux!"
"We could go dancing, of that there is no doubt!"
"Can't, Ma, I'm suffering a terrible case of gout!"
"There's a picture show that I'd sure love to see."
"But, Pa, you know I can't enjoy it with my gimpy knee!"
"We could play a round of golf, course you've got arthritis!"
"Dear, you can't swing a club due to your bursitis!"
Pa ached to go to the pub for pool and a wee libation,
But his high blood pressure aborted that sort of recreation!
Their doctor warned them both about high cholesterol,
So forget the all-you-can-eat buffet at the shopping mall!
They'd like to stroll thro' the park, but with so many allergies,
The weeds and such would cause them to snort and sneeze!
Alas, they sit by the fire and compare each others' pain and ache,
Watching reruns on the television, trying to stay awake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Human Malady
Everything has it's time
When an event is ripe
Nothing can elude it
As the chiming of a clock
Designates a specific time of day
So events in our lives
Yesterday is history
Today is here, alive with us
Tomorrow is pregnant, unknown
No matter our escapade, life goes on
We have a task, not to be bogged down
By events, negative or positive
It is a malady all mortals must live through.
And, if we are strong enough
Bearing in mind, as we know
The weather has many different seasons
Every season has it's timing
Then, we can be sure
To go through life's maladies prepared.
Studying religion
at church and school,
taking personality tests,
and learning my Zodiac
composed a big part
of my inward journey.
What else to it
could there be?
I’m not one to take
self-inventory.
I simply am
what I am.
But the years
crept up on me.
New maladies
weighed me down.
So many things
piled up on me
while experiences,
thoughts and feelings
then appeared as poetry!
Material things mean little
as more inward I now go
looking more and more
toward God.
Death and Taxes
Death enters our lives and fear draws its breath
each day that we wake until it leaves us in death
Outpacing mortality would surely set man free
to leave our worries behind in total transcendency
Fear motivates anxiety, causing concern and dissension
physical and mental burdens of overwhelming contention
We are encircled by fear like Earth upon its axis
Trepidation intimidates us like death and taxes
There are only two ways in which to overcome fear
To become immortal or die, it’s simply that clear
Don’t allow darkness to capture our heart and mind
Facing crippling fears head on will keep them confined
Fear anchors itself in the roots of fears that we feel
Once we stop feeding them, our maladies will heal
8/23/2021