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All aboard the bizarre Farage barge..
Unless of course you are from abroad..
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Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist..
Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist..
Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist..
Depraved raves..insist..craved faves..
Won't save slaves & knaves..
Hellbent they are sent..
To graves under the waves…
Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats..
Seedier media leaders lying..
Defying the dying..
Folks crying..ghastly ghostly boats..
Crude jokes delude..lewd masterstrokes denude..
Corporate rascal castle debacle floats..
On dank murky murderous moats..
Scuffles.. muffles ruffles & kerfuffles
Pokes & provokes just for bank notes..
The ubiquity of inequity
This poem or tome..
Every face…race should be.
Free to roam..
In this place..
We all call home..
("Multiculturalism Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
DEI
Skin color is literally skin deep,
Of course race means a lot more -
For anatomy and physiology,
Our emotional and mental characteristics,
But that is all deeper than a color.
To focus on just skin
Misses all that is beneath
All that is within,
And THAT is called an individual;
You, me, and us.
Why would we ever give that up
To be just a member of a group,
A face in the crowd
A number in a quota?
It’s a coward’s game to hide one’s face
And yet every day
I still see someone wearing a mask
At the grocery store, at the post office,
And I wonder, what’s wrong with them,
And what illness are they so considerately
Protecting us from…
(6/23/24)
Man have you seen all the stuff
that they’re spreading these days?
Beaming it through the air
from some satellites somewhere a
thousand miles out in space…
Not even stopping at the
fact check station
long enough for a refill
of hot BS
with a side order of lies…
Because truth never matters…
Within seconds they send it
straight as an arrow
piercing our brains
until all that remains
is the drool running down
dripping onto the ground…
Never mind.
I can tell you have
by that blank stare on your face…
Thinking none of this matters…
They bombard us
with images of another
plot line and tell us not to look
that everything is fine
until we begin to lose our focus…
Sensationalism.
Fascism.
Communism.
Racism.
Leftism.
Rightism…
All being sold as gospel to our kids
who don’t care anymore about
how it used to be way back when…
When some things still mattered…
I try to tell them about
how you, me, and all the other dinosaurs
cruised Main Street with our AM radios blaring.
our bell bottom jeans flaring
everybody caring
about peace and free love
and how it was all going to be groovy man…
They say all that ancient crap doesn’t matter…
Because nowadays it’s too
hard to distinguish
between the truth and a lie
friends or enemies
lovers or haters
and who’s killing who
and for what
or for why.
Makes no difference…
Cause it don’t matter…
Saw just the other day where
some kid shows up at the wrong house
looking for his little brother.
knocks on the door
but the old
guy just sees another gangster
and guns him down…
Just because he can…
Says that’ll teach you to stay
on your own side of town…
You think he’s locked up
in jail somewhere?
Nah he’s out running around…
Like none of it matters…
Don’t even
get me started
on all the other stupid
shootings going on
down at the school and the park
birthday parties and parking lots
banks, hotels,
swimming pools,
make out spots…
Everybody hears the gunshots
but nobody gives it a second thought.
They just keep recording it
for TikTok or YouTube…
Gotta get my likes…
Even if it don’t matter…
they built a ballpark over my bones,
laid asphalt like a priest's last lie—
no headstone, no name,
just beer guts and baseball caps
spilling nacho cheese
where I once bled.
I was twenty-three,
shot twice in the alley behind Leroy’s Bar,
the paper called me
“suspected.”
that was all they needed.
the morgue forgot me,
the state ignored me,
and my mother—
she wept
until the flies outnumbered her prayers.
now they cheer a double play
while I sleep beneath their roars,
rootless and rotted,
a ghost who never swung a bat—
but still waits
for justice
to round third base and come home.
Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists,
their clenched jaws and fists.
Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.
Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.
Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the sleep deprived.
These words are battleships aimed at the reviled.
The unshielded summon civility.
They beckon familiar principles.
But rabid cougars wait in hiding, eager to pounce.
All the feeble markets for platitudes have failed,
as subliminal cavities endure each generation.
Mental lynch mobs, rebel flags, supremacy’s utopia.
Lincoln never imagined
a 21st century cartoon president,
a white nationalist clicking social network epithets,
a whining overgrown tormenter
with a cult of Stalinist believers.
Where are the intelligible?
How is all this animated fury converted?
What is the lesson plan?
Who will bury the code?
How long this agonizing journey into normality?
Lincoln never imagined.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/ 2019
Audacity has a negative connotation
That I despise with a conspicuous passion
It’s fine for somebody to be bold
And not to be too arrogant and cold
Where narcissistic images or horns emerge
Like insatiably bad worms that nothing can purge.
Audacity is not an outstanding quality
Or a special virtue; it is nevertheless an appalling pity.
When one is immersed in deceits and lies
Such an individual tends to have a lot nerves
And to be riotous to the point of bending the curves
To the extreme angles. An audacious person thinks
That he or she is above all laws and rules, and that stinks
To the core of corruption and obvious nepotism
And of course, this is the genesis of racism.
In this day and age, no one should believe in a sorry cult
Even the most primitive or ancient *****sapiens
Must find a way to know better and to let the daily radiance
The natural lights enrich the darkest part of the brain.
Audacity is an extreme darkness, a parasitical drain
There’s nothing positive or divine about being audacious
Such an individual is untrue, poor, deceptive and specious.
Copyright © August 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Black lives matter.
A strap line to appease the soul?
Granted, not without some value,
but will it really reach the goal?
Black lives matter.
Can words join souls beneath our skin?
Do they solve the darkness of the heart
and salve the views of kith and kin?
Black lives matter.
A shallow slogan with some use
reproduced by viral world wide chatter,
but does it touch the heart with truth?
Black lives matter.
Light wording for our broken world
fond of levity and musing banter
yet needing more heart’s truth unfurled.
Black lives matter.
Assuming I can cast a stone
as protest to the lesser soul,
but God is not my God alone.
Black lives matter.
An expression for our right felt anger,
though judgment of our fellow man
does not belong to hearts still darker
but to our God alone, who can.
God created man and woman in his own image out of "All the "creatures" that he has "CREATED"!!!!!! That is a blessing within itself to "MAN and WOMAN" "TO BE" created in "THE IMAGE OF GOD"!!!!!!! Praise "The Lord" who is GOD!!!My GOD is "Amazing"!!!! My God is amazing to me! He will give us more power,and strength when we do good works,and believe in "the Lord God Almighty who created "All Things" and that includes "You and Me"!!!God created "Adam and Eve in his own immage so that we can see how much God loves you and me!!! God is amazing!!! A man has "Power",and a woman has "Power" and can "Deliver Justice" through "The Creator" and "Our Savior" who judges all of man and woman kind for good that they do,or the evil that we do to "Life"resserection,or damnation for the "Evil" that we do!!!"Justice will be applied,and that is why it is the best to do good ,no matter what your "Religion":You will be judged! Faith without "Works is "Dead"!!!!Works is doing good! Hate is "Evil"!!!!Racism is "Hate for no reason,except to send yourself to "Hell" ,so that "Justice" can be achieved!!!!The "Creator" does not "Judge",but has given "Authority of "Judgement",into the hands of "The Son of God",to let "Justice" be delivered to all of man and woman kind!!!Judges will start to deliver "Justice" to those who commit "Pre-meditated Murder"? We all have heard of "The Electric Chair"? "Justice MUST be served" to make "Justice Just"!!!This happens in "THE PHYSICAL" and "THE SPIRITUAL"!!!!!!Those who are "SPIRITUALLY EVIL",and PHYSICALLY IN the body,and "EVIL" can look foward to be "Resserected" to their eternal "HOME"!!!!! It is explained above: Love is an action word,and requires action to become true! Hate is an action word,and requires an action to become true. Justice is an action word ,and requires an action to make "Justice" true to itself,or not be a server of "Justice"! In "The Holy Bible",in John Chapter 5 verse 20 through 29 there is going to be resurrection to life for doing good,and there is going to be resurrection to "Damnation"for doing "Evil":No matter what your Religious Faith,so do not be late;Let us have good works and Faith!
Iintsomi
1. Awé awé
2. Woken by a distinct raucous of fellow farmers
3. Pilot holes whistling Atlantic squalls and the mourn for last supper.
4. I’m sardined into a bakkie.
5. Eks Langa Mathews. Coloured
6. Too white to be coloured, too coloured to be black .
7. I lay my head in Khayelitsha
8. Sometimes
9. Once, the crypt pipes egoli
10. Bon fired by faith
11. Today’s pick should fill my cup
12. I’m certain only wealthy deserve to live
13. Groomed in Genadendal
14. Bobotie umphokodo , the half-full primus and ma’ se houtlepel set the sun for a better tomorrow.
15. Age 16 picking the fruits of labour with no return of flavour
16. hopes fermented into yesterday
17. Drunk from the thoughts of tomorrow
18. Shosholoza Meyl, Jozi Maboneng!
19. 30
20. Finally, a ceramic roof, face brick wall and skopo for supper ema roomini ase Eldos
21. Neon lights dime street life reality
22. Palesa seeks refuge at the tip of the ‘alpha’ mans’ ego
23. Forgotten teachings from the dining table as we said amen.
24. Wasted.
25. Sigidla va?
26. Thabo asylumed from haven off the curbs of Hillbrow to Avalon, ancestral calling that maybe this time he’s found home.
All I want is world peace
In the west, in the east
In the north and the south
To close your mouth
When you're happy
To stop the misery
During the passage
We only need one page
To express our feelings and pain
All we need is PEACE. We die in vain
Every single day
Yes, we need to pray
More and more often
So we can go to heaven
When we die
This is no lie
We can smell a new year
Let's start a new prayer
All we want is to have peace
On top of the list
All we need is PEACE
And to leave this earth in one piece
While having a glitzy feast.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry