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Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The perfect solution
The ultimate answer
Oh, if only I could isolate
The purest property
Maybe I’d get a handle on
My inhumanity
Weed out the bad stuff
Chaff from wheat
Make the good half
The thing complete
Oh, if only we could separate
The water from the oil
The consummate broth, the ideal brew
Before it started to boil
One drop taints the mixture –
Part and parcel of the mass
The formula is its element
One pupil is the class
I’m a mixed bag, a curate’s egg –
Take the bad with the good
It’s only in this way modern man
Can ever be understood
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The seismic solution
The cosmic answer
There’s Stephen Hawking
In his old wheelchair
Who would believe all infinity
Could be rattling around in there?
David sought a vanguard for revolution,
The Black Panthers seemed the perfect solution.
He built them a foundation, it employed his friend,
Until she found fraud and met a quick end.
Betty’s murder raised questions—who and why?
An inconvenient truth his friends had to deny.
When a jarring fact is a bitter cup
Dave found that Marxists cover that truth up.
He lost faith in the Panther vanguard,
Murder was murder, the truth hit him hard.
His heroes turned out to be certifiably bad,
It was time to revise the beliefs he once had.
[chorus]
Dave couldn't forget his shock on the day:
that Betty's body was found in San Francisco Bay.
A nagging voice within wouldn't stay mute,
His former beliefs would no longer compute.
There are tools to use, the mind God bestowed,
Like a flashlight guiding on a darkened road.
Dogma can rationalize away an oncoming truck
So latch onto the questions that others duck.
David goes to campuses, sounds the alarm,
Jeered and attacked, threatened with harm.
A favored tactic is to brand him with hate,
Yet he does what he can, though it may be too late.
A radical once said "the cause is not the cause"
If you’re tempted to join, that might give you pause.
Beware the idealists for all mankind,
If you end up in the bay, they won’t mind.
[end]
When discrepancy nags, will you be mute?
When the flak hits the fan, and your enemies shoot?
Will you touch the third rail, your reputation tarred
Will you find a place in the real vanguard?
Take me to the mountain of hope
Where I can find a place to replenish my soul
Take me to the mountain near the sea
where I can spend quiet time with thee
I want to breathe fresh air again and
Rejuvenate the youthful years with my friend
I want to walk upon sturdy rocks and scream
Across the ocean with all the energy I’ve got
Come and climb this mountain with me
and enjoys beautiful scenery.
Days have gone by and I could not see what
Was waiting for me but I had the feelings that
Something was going on and one day I would
compose a blissful song, one that will recapture
the memory of my stolen youth
and make the universe happy and submit the proof.
It will sell more than a hundred million copies
And move the world in another dimension
When they catch the rhythm of this blissful song
I cannot compose it on flat land
and I want you to understand
it is the musical arrangement that goes with
the words that will create the perfect verse
And if the rhythm is right, nature will
Fill the hills and valleys with it.
And saturate your mind and body in it.
Take me to the mountain where I can see
What is happening to thee, there is trouble
Hanging over your head and the universe wants you dead
Oh what profanity has taken over the world
I have the perfect solution to redeem your soul
Go to the mountain and gaze at the stars and watch the
clouds as it dissolve into the deep blue sky
it has a special pattern that the naked eyes cannot see
and only the artist can highlight it for thee
Hold my hands so that I can stand and look straight in the sky
And you will see what is disrupting the order of the sea
Two hearts make merry but only one will tell the story
Of how we bore the pain to make the universe right again
Meet me before noon so that we can talk things over before
Your emotions spills over; you have got to get it right for we
Have made too much sacrifice, everyone is waiting for thee
so change the tune and take them through this ecstatic moment in History.
It has to be done to clear the way and appease the younger generation.
Climb the mountain of hope and refreshed your cumbersome soul and nature will make your whole.
Time is short for all of us forever running around takes its toll. Some people have the perfect solution, they take your time and make you use it on them. Little favours here and there, from cleaning up mess to doing their hair.
You could have hours to spare but instead you are doing things for them.
When it comes to your free time they soak up your hours online.
Just sit down for five minutes peace, the phone is always guaranteed to ring. A voice on the other end will say could you lend a hand tomorrow all day.
If you could just learn to say no you'd have time to relax but guilt creeps in and you think okay I could perhaps.
Just one more day sucked up by others your time shared up by everyone and their mothers.
You never get them hours back so rein in your time and claim them back.
Say you're sorry you can't help today, because your hours are yours for your life's living and that's how it's got to stay.
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.
Anyone out there have a cockroach problem?
Has it gotten out of hand despite your attempts at extermination?
Well I have for you the perfect solution.
I have discovered an alternative to extermination.
Despite any cockroach infestation
I've never had it in me to kill them
which forced me to find an alternate solution.
My method has never failed me. Wanna know my solution?
I don't exterminate the cockroaches. What I do is feed them.
I've an empty 15 gallon fish tank and before I go to bed
I sprinkle crumbs or whatever food on the tank's floor where the cockroaches are fed.
When I awake in the morning the tank is cockroach filled.
I then secure a top to the tank and release them all in a vacant lot land refill.
After 1 week of doing this I give you my personal guarantee.
Your home will become 100% cockroach free,
until new uninvited guests arrive from a new moved in family.
Sometimes you don't need to be right
If you are right all the time
does that mean you are perfect?
No chance
Only God is ever perfect
So don't even attempt
The quest is likely driving you crazy
because it is not meant to be
You are not meant to be
always trying to find the perfect solution
perfect way
perfect route
perfect no where
if you asked me
I could have told you that a long time ago
God will always try to outdo you
Whatever it is
Did I say "try"?
No my friend
Not "try"
He will outdo you
Don't even bother
Ahh perfection
Who needs it?
It's a lost cause
Know which way to go?
So how do you supposed to find the perfect way
See?
I will let things go which way
And see if that's the way
I am being rebellious
No that's called
'Go by the leading of the Holy Spirit'
It's not up to me to find the way
It's up to me to listen
to modify
justify, edify
But not to identify
solidify, clarify
It is up to God
The job is His
and His alone
Don't ever forget that
And we don't have a problem
Or do we have a problem?
Or problems?
Try to tell that to the Man
He's been telling us that for years
"The heart of man plans his way
But the Lord establishes his steps" (Proverbs 16:9)
"Our God is in the heavens; He does all that He pleases" (Psalm 115:3)
Isaiah 14:24 "The Lord of hosts has sworn
'As I have planned, so shall it be
and as I have purposed, so shall it stand',"
So you see
- the job is His
Waltzing Without You
The reason I yelled,
I lost my mind.
It slipped away.
stolen by the war,
and my own human failings.
You were right,
I was wrong.
You are not here,
to hear,
but I know…
somewhere in heaven,
they are whispering…
the joke,
at my expense.
I do not mind.
I am stupid.
I went to the doctor.
I take pills.
It is not a perfect solution,
but we have a plan. (the doc and I)
You always liked it,
When “we” had a plan. (you and I)
Like going to the lake.
Like swimming in the dark.
Like living in my heart forever…
Oh, that was my plan.
Sorry.
You say you got the perfect solution
You say we need a total bloody revolution
You say no need for any lame constitution
You say death and violence is the resolution
You say you are the better substitution
You say you are for complete redistribution
You say only you can grant absolution
You say your power madness is natural as evolution
But
You beg for money like living in prostitution
Your ways would leave everybody in destitution
You are crazy and full of self-delusion
Your power mad wanting to inflict persecution
You think your smart but babble in convolution
Your lazy and want to rule without any contribution
You would be better seeking to live like Confucian
You are stupid and so is your political pollution
(11/26/2012)