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There’s hope for tomorrow
In the chaos of today
tomorrows will live on
like the ripple of the oceans
and the raging rivers.
It will survive in the
eyes of our children
with dreams that refuse to die
desires that will not be undone
left for dead under the cloak of our fear.
They will create a future
without restraint
taking notes from past mistakes
and redraft a new existence.
This is my hope for tomorrow
a world of equally
no one left behind
without avarice and exclusion
Oppression will crumple under the weight
of a true freedom
The young will watch the old hate die
bury their injustices deep into the ground
only to contaminate the soil
like a malignant pesticide,
and you know where they are buried.
It will the spot where the grass no longer grows.
In a world where hate reigns in whirling waves, as winter wreaths form chilling chains.
I seek refuge from weeping war strains; my one desire to vacate the poverty lane.
These gliding lights we glimpse in the atmosphere aren't honest or humane.
On the screen, they consume champagne whilst we hunt for remote grains.
My kin is slowly sinking into the sad soil from the purple pair’s pesticide campaign.
I paint my canvas of poetry in pigments of dismal despair.
They are the only words my brain can declare, I scrutinize them, seeking a breath of fresh air.
My life has become a blue, teary-eyed, sordid affair.
The only time I open my spirit and stare is at dawn when the palls play the symphony of the sunrise glare,
It's the only light I want to see and hear because I know it's golden and fair.
Acid has become our rain
and oceans with mercury do we stain
dioxin lies beneath our ground
in everything toxic materials be found
E-coli is used to alter genes in food
where recombinant DNA is understood
heavy metals do the population addle
as the health industry lose continuing battle
With the law makers do the inhabitants contend
and a wealthy man can the laws amend
documented information on man's pollution
yet nobody seems to have a solution
Programs that show if man were to die
nature herself would repurify
at 300 years would be the retaking
of only a portion of what mankind is making
Desecration upon desecration upon the land
mankind destroys himself with his own hand
no amount of law can change our ways
our own nature fallen since ancient of days
Scientists who study regeneration
pursue this path with great fascination
they know that the body should heal itself
but understand not sin and it's stealth
Deserts now stand where nature did blossom
the amount of the damage is beyond awesome
ground waters filled with pesticide
about it's effects have governments lied
Asbestos and arsenic and lead just a few
adversely affect the body nothing new
tons upon tons of toxins released to our air
and only for wealth do manufacturers care
Seabirds and mammals die from plastic trash
the production of garbage for making of cash
forest and savannahs are being depleted
in soil degradation are crops being seeded
With love for our earth the concerned have their say
but the pursuers of wealth do get their way
the destroyers of earth with God will clash
but this system of things will Jesus dash
sources Gen. 6:11 Eze.9:1-6 Matt. 6:24
Luke 16:13 Revelation 11:18
reading and study of science
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Army versus Navy
Navy versus Army
Army versus Army
Navy versus Navy
Stop, stop the division
Stop the separation
Stop the genocide
The bombs, the pesticide
And the bullets are killing
Women, children, our offspring
Elderly and unarmed civilians
Americans versus Americans
Haitians versus Haitians
Ranchers versus immigrants
Peasants versus inhabitants
Aliens versus migrants
Citizens versus Martians
Vice versa, all the sagas
And crying out loud, alas
Stop, stop the divisions
Stop all toxic and evil actions
Stop the apartheid
This is no way to be united
The cancerous lies and the sulfurous oozes are
Spread all over. This is war
War never makes sense
This is not the right time to dance
And to sing happy songs
There are too many deadly weapons
In the streets. Countless wrongs
Make nothing right
Don’t censure my crayons, pencils and pens
God said: ‘Let there be light
And there were lots of lights’
Respect for human rights
Is important and paramount
Continuous killings are abhorrent
Constant lies are detrimental
To our immediate health
And to our eventual wealth
Stop being criminal and genocidal
Stop the bombardments
Start the disarmaments
Stop all negative sounds
And let sleep the greyhounds
And everyone at peace
We want no blood and no injustice
Stop, stop the demolitions
Stop, stop all destructions.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Buzzing mosquito
Celebrates my arrival
With a nice big bite
Skin slathered with pesticide
Will mosses give me a break!
Favourite target
I'm like medium rare steak
Beyond endurance
Miniature vampires eat me
Calamine lotion on bites.
Initially, I wrote a piece that rhymed then when I re-read rules realised it was a Tanka the sponsor wanted. So here goes with my redundant piece....
Malicious mosquito is not my friend
Hatched to bite until their end
My skin slathered in pesticide
No place to go, nowhere to hide.
Calamine lotion on all my bites
Beginning to look an absolute fright
Have enjoyed sun now I'm cooked
Avoiding mirror just can't look.
Will bloody mosses give me a break
I'm favourite target, medium rare steak
Frustrated, miserable where is that plane?
Holiday in sun! No, never again.
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Marijuana from a farm in Oklahoma
Chemicals added that could put you in a coma
Grown by a Chinese Mafia, on American land
They don't care if you die by their hand.
Marijuana from a Siskiyou County farm
Once few sheriffs were needed, such little harm
Now the Hmong come in, want locals out
More trouble that your marijuana is about.
(Chorus)
Just one dumb mistake
It seems so unfair
They don’t like you
And they don’t care
Was this hit your last stand?
Will it take you to the promised land?
If you believe, you can say a prayer
But they don't like you and they don’t care.
Ghouls add fentanyl, then laugh at your last high
Some add nitazenes, trace amounts can make you die
It’s your body, your choice, but the rule is cruel
You could pay with your life for their pocketful.
Maybe you don't like yourself
Maybe that's why
But whatever damage to your health
The poisoners won't cry.
The U.S., even China, will ban a pesticide
But take the weed, and on your body it is applied
Workers are treated harshly on these marijuana farms
Shouldn't that raise some alarms?
You say you're against global warming, well, growers use power
They steal electricity, while neighbors cower.
Mafias branch out, find other crimes to do
Please care about the USA, if you don't care about you.
Even the politicians who say 'legalize'
have suspect motives, it's you they despise
Legal pot actually is a cover for what these growers do
The whole scene is a shame, are you ashamed of you?
The bees with wings
The bees are dying out
for someone who gets stung
it is not to gloat over,
but a matter of survival
for humankind and the fauna
around us.
There are four big trees outside
the apartment building
birds come there to rest
In the evening,
but they are not the destroyer of bees
pesticide is and
we keep glad-handing
this stuff over field and plants.
humanity in the quest to
produce better crops will in the end
kill us all.
When evening comes to the birds
make a racket like
A Japanese train station at five,
stressed people are killing themselves
so stop blaming the bees.
Ricky looked like a bandit ,for across his face
was a wide black mask that he never could erase.
See, Ricky was a critter who was born that way,
and to think folks hated him caused him great dismay.
Often Ricky wondered why God had made him look
like what he was born to be: just a common crook!
Other critters that he knew got to look so sweet -
like that kitty he once saw living down the street.
She got fed and got to live in a pretty house -
Not like Sam, the alley cat. That cat dined on “mouse.”
Dogs lived indoors often too, sitting on folks’ laps,
hiding under people’s chairs, sneaking table scraps.
But let HIM be caught just once sneaking one small scrap
in a human’s yard or house; then they’d set a trap!
One house had a door for pets. Good food was inside.
Folks caught on and left for him nasty pesticide.
Ricky didn’t fall for that, but it left him sad.
He just wanted to be loved - not thought of as bad.
Kitty one day wandered out from her house too far.
Ricky saw that poor Kitty got struck by a car.
Quickly Ricky grabbed her up, and he carried her
to her door, where he collapsed. All became a blur……
When he woke, he saw Kitty near him, safe and sound
and the human parents, their children all around.
“Can we pet him?” one kid said. Mother shook her head.
But the smallest reached out to pat his raccoon head.
Kitty nuzzled him. The kids said, “He’ll be our pet!”
Dad said, “This is strange, but I’ll check this with the vet.”
As it turns out, Ricky now stays in a small shed
in the family’s yard and each day by them is fed.
Ricky tells his outdoor pals, “I have a sister!
A kitty and a sister too. She’s my kid kitster!”
For the story poem contest of Carol Eastman
Yours truly jogs his memory to write
about witnessing bats appearing at twilight
swooping mammals (in search of prey) quite
silently whooshing thru the dusky night
flitting to and fro, hither and yon
across the darkening sky
analogous to erratic zigzag pattern
traced courtesy skittering kite
resembling little black birds
(think chimney sweeps)
predicated espying them from height
of about five feet and ten inches
beautiful creature whom
one human they excite
dark shadows temporarily
eclipsing man in the moon
obscuring said natural satellite of Earth,
come cool weather,
whence winged wafting animals own birthright
despite suffering *****sapien
wrought them bum rap reputation.
Though initially frightful,
bats unique aesthetically beguiling
captivating anatomy does appeal
and compromising said species
quite a big deal
cuz they naturally regulate
an essential role in pest control,
pollinating plants and dispersing seeds.
Recent studies estimate bats
eat enough pests to save
more than $1 billion per year
in crop damage and pesticide costs
in the United States corn industry alone.
Habitat destruction undermining
aforementioned living things
akin to Damaging Achilles heel
anthropomorphising, (albeit personifying)
planet earth, an entity
all living things get their meal
cuz meddlesomeness to steal,
viz humans beings self appropriating
bountiful resources of Gaia
with selfish zeal
only spells demise
of self serving bipedal hominid.
12/15/22
Among a society
Obsessed with notoriety
I get occasional anxiety
Can't always find privacy
Still a battle with sobriety
A drawn out process or soon to pass
Continual polluted gas
Another disillusioned ass
Followed by yet again brutal acts
I'm always falling through the cracks
Down beside sewer rats
Couldn't find me on Google maps
Who is god?
I always move along
Through the fog
Never meaning to do it wrong
Continually my life in question
Like I never go in the right direction
Too much time and bedlam
A struggle with a Jekyll and Hyde complexion
Who know's if I'll find ascension
Climb to heaven
Like the legend
A lot
'Round the clock
Ceasing to stop
They think it's a crock, but it is not
Easily I don't place such beliefs
A continual junk heap
The problems run deep
Yet again smoked and drunk myself to sleep
Growing strong
The journey continually goes on
So much keeps going wrong
Sometimes feel like I just don't belong
I'm not even that close to mom
Just not the same as it once was
Paid for it in some blood
Gave it all much love
Yet still they just judge
It makes me upchuck
From sundown to sunup
They always try to one up over such stuff
Time has exemplified
A near endless genocide
Continually being swept aside
Poisoned by pesticide
Never been rectified
The culprit remains unidentified
I stall or march
This has nothing to do with Hallmark
Most are all bark
We are just not in the same ball park
Still making a small spark
Barely able to afford products from Walmart
Soon to fall apart
I could care less about the latest fashion
I go until the point of being blasted
Wake up with no idea of what happened
Down to my last ration
Until the next cash in
During hard times it took adrenaline and passion