Long Revenge Poems
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Thank you God
That I’m always a student
I abhor
The slaughters of the babies
Toddlers were killed dead
Young boys and girls were shot dead
Pregnant women were stabbed dead
That’s terror
Young men were executed
Young women were raped and killed
That’s horror
Women weren’t spared
Sick women were beat
Old men and women
Weren’t exempt
No error
Fuhrer is alive
Terrorism
Is not dead
Students have conscience
Leaders lie
The buildings are pulverized
Treaties ain’t for all
Blame a few
Murder is no joke
That’s death
True free speech
Is dead too
Students have conscience
They are always right
They make sense
They protest
No justice
Here on earth
No freedom
We wonder
We ponder
We differ
They conquer
Like wild beasts
There’s no peace
Terror, horror and revenge
I remain an alumnus.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I loved you, that is for sure
I hadn’t met someone quite like you before
Absolutely annoying in probably every way possible—
From your smile, your croaky voice, to the way your hands moved
Like a robot when you constantly chattered
Yeah, I didn’t love you at first sight,
You liked me at least,
But I wasn’t going to even pretend I liked you
I scowled, I TRIED to ignore you,
I turned the other cheek
But you were persistent,
Quirky and resilient—
Qualities I learned to love about you
That moment when you made me laugh
When our hands touched,
And your brown eyes gleamed,
That is when everything changed
That’s when I adored your presence,
I admired your silly ways,
And I even got used to that awful voice
I think it was too late, my friend,
Though I, probably shouldn’t call you a friend anymore
I think it was too late for me
That revenge was sweeter in your eyes
Than our disentangling souls
You were angry,
And I didn’t even know
The more I pushed you away,
The more you tried and tried to shove yourself in
I couldn’t let you in right away
I was just getting used to loving you!
You couldn’t see that!
You couldn’t wait for me!
And then,
I became the annoying one,
You glared at me with icy hatred,
Every time I got up to sing a song,
Every gesture I made,
It was awkward, and wrong…
You didn’t see the care in my eyes,
You wouldn’t wait for the sun to rise
No, I do understand
I was stubborn and stupid
I became the annoying one
You were only trying to be my friend, and more
And I pushed you out, and the more I pushed, the more I came to adore
The one I will never have
I loved you, that’s for sure
You really liked me, at best
I was someone you wanted to figure out,
Someone you could possibly relate to
I was someone who didn’t understand
Your brilliance and beauty at first,
Someone who dodged the invisible bear paw in a rushing river
I still try to ignore you
I still try to impress you
From afar, I try to understand you
But most of all, I try to let you go
But your glares are what hold me in place
It is not once or twice I lack
The words to describe the indescribables
The ink to write the numerous stories
Of how he came and went and came back
To mend the hearts he had tone apart
To console the souls he had tattooed with wounds
To mop the ocean of the tears he caused us
And hold us in his slender thighs
Put our heads on his chest and let us feel his heartbeat
The heartbeat of sorrows and regret
The heartbeat of repentance seeking for forgiveness
And I could feel his warm breath dumping my forehead
Reminding me of the love he once had for us
Of the ear to ear laughter he caused by his funny jokes and comments
This particular day revenge was the best
But I couldn't do it anymore
Upon seeing the tears forming artistic number eleven on his chubby cheeks
Upon remembering that this is the man who gave my mum the best sperm
I couldn't hold the grudge anymore
Because if he asked me to pay whatever good he had done for me,
I can't give him the exact sperm he gave
Yes,he is my father and whenever he seeks for forgiveness,he has it!
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
Something is happening that is beyond belief.
Cosmo Kramer has become a coffee table thief.
If he comes to your house, he'll steal your coffee table when your head is turned.
If you love your coffee table, you'd better be concerned.
Because his coffee table book wasn't published, he steals coffee tables to get revenge.
He deserved to be burned when he lit a cigar on a stove and his wacky hair was singed.
If you are foolish enough to invite him into your house, you will surely be robbed.
How can Kramer afford an apartment in New York City, he doesn't even have a job.
(This poem was inspired by the Seinfeld TV show.)
Helmand hit army captain Nick hard in October 2009,
Where he stepped on an improvised while on patrol;
He was 27 years of age, in the Royal Engineers fine,
But a medic saved his life, but not his legs to control.
His rehabilitation programme took him into Para sport,
Where he became a Trunk and Arms canoeing rower,
And at Guildford he first rowed in April 2011, of purport,
Then he joined the GB rowing team with pair power.
He did take a medal, bronze, at the world cup, Munich,
But in 2011 October at the World’s they finished sixth;
However, they redeemed things at the 2012 hot pitch,
When they came fourth in the gritty revenge of the sith.
Nick’s from Stockport and will be going to Rio, affirmation,
He’s been helped by Help for Heroes veterans program,
The Sports Recovery Program which gave him definition,
And has done hand-bike charity events to save for ’em.
I carried your trunk on my back to the train,
Then waited for you to return in the rain.
But when you got home, honey, what did I gain?
Eine kleine nothin'!
I wrote you a tune, dear, to try to convey
The depth of my love in a lyrical way.
And after you heard it, well, what did you say?
Eine kleine nothin'!
I swallowed my pride and got down on the floor,
Then crawled on my belly 'cause you wanted more.
And what did I earn, babe, for each nasty chore?
Eine kleine nothin'!
So this is the deal, darlin', this is the plan,
I've packed my piano and loaded the van.
And what will you hear when you call for your man?
Eine kleine nothin'!
You talked the talk, you walked the walk
you also played with fire
Now you’re gone, I’m moving on
setting flames to the liar
You did me wrong, so I sing this song
Revenge it is so sweet
I’ll stack the wood, cause you got me good
Now your gonna feel the heat
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
You played with fire
your such a liar
ooohhh you played with fire fire fire
Your time has come, you haven’t won
talk is really cheap
Karmas now here, & hell is so near
you’ll burn to a charcoal heap
You fooled me once, you played me twice
was always a roll of the dice
There’s no way out, don’t bother to shout
you’re trapped in your own evil vice
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
Ooohhh yeh you played with Fire fire fire
ooohhh yeh your such a liar liar liar
I shouldn’t have stayed, you shouldn’t have played
but now it is my turn
Your days are done, destroying fun
& now your gonna burn
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
You played with fire
your such a liar
ooohhh you played with fire fire fire
Your gonna burn burn burn
Fernando Ramone was a Latin lover
Who dazzled the girls with his charm
He could often be seen strolling along
With a gorgeous girl on his arm
It didn't feel much different this night
Though the mood in the bar was uneasy
As he wandered in, all eyes were on him
He was sweating and feeling queasy
Tension was thick, could be cut with a knife
With conviction he strode to the bar
A shot rang out from the back of the room
Ramone dropped, his mouth oddly ajar
Patrons did freeze as he lay in a heap
Not a single sound could be heard
A man emerged from the back of the room
Strode forward without saying a word
Gasps were heard as he came into the light
Deputy Marshall John Parker by name
Tracking down Ramone for many long years
A rampage of mayhem his fame
Ramone was wanted in twenty-three states
For a ten year murderous spree
Asked why he shot him without any warning
Parker mumbled the name Anabellee
Anabellee was one of his victims
And the daughter of Deputy John
Rage and revenge was all he could feel
Then the vengeance was suddenly gone
Deputy Parker is now serving time
For the murder of Fernando Ramone
Some say Parker should really be freed
But killing cannot be condoned
Love is an Emotion
A feeling that one has built on life
Love can destroy and confuse the weak
Though love is kind Strong and forgiving
Love can bring revenge and deceitfulness when wounded
Love is like a bad addiction gone wild
Love can change the way we live our lives
It only knows what we teach it
How we treat love is sometimes selfish
Love is happy, make us laugh, make us smile
Love can hurt, make us mad, make us cry
Love can also be blind
Love is wonderful beyond all means
Love should not be taken for granted
Nor shall love be used against each other to cause emotional scaring
Love is not to be confused with all that is negative for then it is not
love
For love can make us do crazy things
It is a feeling with great emotion
It is what brings all feeling to the surface from its core
To love is beautiful even after the hurt goes away
Love calls for sacrifice when needed
Bring us closer or push us away
Love can also make us leave or make us stay
Tear us down and build us up
To live our lives and not give up
Love Is My Addiction Gone Wild
Love Is My Addiction Gone Wild
Bullet Wounds in My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 3
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME
And, now – you expect me to be this strong boy
That’s tainted with saliva and spit like a toddler’s toy
You ruined me…you wrecked me with your plastic glory
Where shall I flee? I’m a bird, ensnared in your ribcage of melancholy
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME
Bullet Wounds in My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 4
Desolate in the place I once called My Home Sweet Home – what’s left of it?
Now, What Have I Become to You? I’m the one lost in your twisted, wicked paradise
Heartbroken by your fickle, outlandish ways… You have a frivolous spirit…
Your heart i-is the embers a-and ashes down under…don’t seek me – I-I am not wise
You have a frivolous spirit… Heartbroken by your fickle, outlandish ways
I’m the one lost in your twisted, wicked paradise; Now, What Have I Become to You?
What’s left of me? What am I left with? Nothing…and now, I rot, I rot, I rot on my own…but I am not alone…I roam in God’s Gracious Grassland of Gratitude
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME
Where shall I flee? I’m a bird, ensnared in your ribcage of melancholy
You ruined me…you wrecked me with your plastic glory
That’s tainted with saliva and spit like a toddler’s toy
And, now – you expect me to be this strong boy