Long Statesmen Poems
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In 2006, Israel pulled out of Gaza
liberating the Gazans
at the behest of noble global statesmen 'round the world ...
In a wink, Hamas swooped in and seized all power
dousing freedom's new-lit flame
Promoting violent resistance against the Jewish State
Death to all the Jews, the Israelis ...
Wars every two years or so since, another has just started
But does the world give two cents
Are its leaders sorry that from Gaza Israel parted
No, no, never. They just shriek at Bibi Netanyahu
Promising revenge 'and more' on Facebook and Yahoo
In fact, they demand that Israel leave the West Bank too
Won't let Israel defend itself ~ for them, that's nothing new
What is this idea of excellence
Where “Good enough” just can’t stay?
What is it in man that makes us plan
To strive deeper inside each day?
What secret whisper abides within
Drawing us to mountain peaks
Transcending possibilities
And incomprehensible human strength?
What the early Greeks once called arate’
A yearning deep within;
The spirit of us all to heed the call
To rise above nimbus winds.
And tornadoes turning, always yearning
For something uplifting ahead;
Misfortune, defeat is the fate one meets
Or unfathomable greatness instead.
For doctors, dancers, farmers,
Masons and carpenters, too,
Teachers of subjects from highways to heaven
Do the best that they can do.
As philosophers, statesmen, presidents
And sportsmen of all kinds,
Artists, musicians and astronauts
Sail through space and time.
And what makes soldiers lay down their souls
That others might live instead;
To take the fall and give their all
Last measure of life they led?
Does anyone know how avatars grow
Or gold is purged from stone?
Excellence, I hear, is never so clear
As the higher one strives
to go.
Speaker, speaker I'm listening...
You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover of the Muscovite
Three foreign aid bills, thanks to you and Democrats!
Aid to Orient’s Formosa!
Aid to Eastern Europe!
Aid to Middle East!
Unwavering commitments
A revelation at the least
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
Listen to their screams and let them feast
They need YOU! by their side
Foreign war package they say does nothing for America,
Yet …it bolsters our reputation and saves our souls!
Keeps our sons and daughters home, out of harms way
Speaker, speaker Oyez! Oyez!
Now women need your help with rights of the Miranda
…---...SOS …---...
This will unfold, as I shall explain,
Again and again, more propaganda
There is a time for trifle idling,
there’s always time to dilly dally
With hard won rights now unbridling
But as for now, for our rights we rally
Crucial help for those will finally arrive
Good folks, unlike the Copperheads of yesteryear,
Or the Doughfaces, who let it happen, no ego here just strive
Women don’t live in fear!
Speaker, speaker I’m listening...
First and fourth amendment, 1864
Gone now, it isn’t anymore
Criminalizing women
Criminalize their travel
Pull over and pee on the strip!
Cops shall ask you for a pregnancy test
Ill fated, before you even begin your trip
Soon you’ll be stopped from your life’s zest
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
And for women’s automony
A unsettling Ad just viewed
Young women pulled over
Not an exaggeration
Speaker, speaker, I’m listening…
Your own want you gone,
Because to the other side you compromise and fawn,
All is music in God’s saintly ears?
You did good as statesmen should, risking all
I quote you now when you say,
“Let the chips fall where they may”
At the SIS fortress,
where the Thames mirrors silence,
they placed a photograph before me.
“We know his history,” they said,
“but tell us what lies beneath his skin.”
I studied his face—
rebellion carved in the jaw,
yet the stars betrayed him:
a Cancer Moon, a Cancer rising.
“Family is his chain,” I replied,
“pull that thread,
and the man will unravel.”
The chamber walls glared with portraits—
statesmen, kings,
criminals polished as diplomats.
Here, souls were stripped bare,
their desires charted like maps of war.
Every smile a mask,
every silence,
an unspoken crime.
And yet, each time I walked these halls,
a question haunted me:
When Elizabeth opened this house of secrets in 1994,
what prophecy stirred her mind?
Did she see guardians of the realm,
or merchants of deception?
Protectors,
or puppeteers?
The Thames whispers no answers.
It carries only reflections—
of men who gamble with empires,
who write destinies in shadows,
where truth is a currency,
and ghosts
are never at rest.
Above the earth, the world of bitter wars and discord,
littered with broken promises and great oppressions,
glows a serene peace park, undisturbed by time;
people love to sing songs about it and imagine it
a divine sphere, reach it one day and roam around
free from earth's treasons, home to poets, philosophers,
statesmen, who brought only division and disorder.
Up there, above the earth, in the space between here and there,
lies the essence of existence, safely removed from the earth's
cataclysms, and the space explorers who want to conquer more
territory, just as their forefathers did in the new world, thinking nature
is for our picking, parodying peace.
Maintain serenity, don't look down, sign reads.
Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea
China taking over the sea
As the US debt is skyrocketing
Militaries expand
Droughts and famine in farmlands
Christian exodus from the middle east
Refugees from the lack of peace
Annexations by Russia
No one screams in hysteria
Pocket nukes are ok to use
Mankind has a short fuse
One, two, three, four, five
What to do to stay alive
To simplify, put your head between your legs
And kiss your *** goodbye
God, please hold our hand
The world is sinking in quicksand
Angry, greedy statesmen
Sounding the drum of the horsemen
Artificial intelligence
Climate change and mass surveillance
With two minutes left to midnight
Listen for the sound
Drop the beat, hit the ground
Dynamite as bright as daylight
Signaling for help with a flashlight
Playing the rave, igniting the night
The blasting wave, in the grave, later love
Smitten with the fireworks above
The nuclear deterrent is gone
Nothing but an oxymoron
The plight of mankind fight
Cockroaches become the spotlight
As they write what happened at midnight
February 7, 2018 - Updated 5/14/2019
For Emile Pinet
Contest The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight
Form:
I wished to improve on my character so,
I looked for a model to go by.
I studied the habits of men great and tall,
For one who seemed perfect in my eyes.
Men of fine profile and manly physique,
Were the first ones to cross my inspection,
First also dismissed for their physical charms,
Seemed all they had worth admiration;
And those who had money and power were wont,
To flaunt their importance and style,
An hour or two in this comp'ny could last,
A person a long, long while;
And so I explored yet another route,
The highway to high education,
Perhaps here I would find the virtuous man,
One worthy of my adulation.
I read through the tomes of scholars and scribes,
Philosophers, poets and statesmen,
And I never found a doctrine more sound,
Than the one left behind by Ben Franklin.
Benjamin Franklin
1706 - 1790
A statesman and scientist he was also quite a philosopher.
He was considered to be one of the most important figures of his day having been given
the dubious honor of being asked to sign the Declaration of Independence along with many other great men of that era; making him one of our Founding Fathers.
In doing so he showed great courage because all who signed had a price placed on their
heads by the Crown of England for treason.
He spent his life in search of knowledge continuously trying to improve himself.
He had the ability to see and recognize his own faults and tried to do something about them. That is something not many people can do. It's also the reason he had few if any real enemies.
A person could do a whole lot worse than to try to imitate his style.
Listen to the music of centuries
Remembering looking toward peace
"We must disentral ourselves"
The congressmen
Big black tires
Big black men,black suits
Siphoning your GRIT
The corporate war profiteers
Who are they as bats at night
Chameleons in all natures
Camouflaged at appropriate times
Demagogues!the cause of poverty
Be angry at the sun
The public men,publish falsehood
You are no Catullus you know;
To lampoon these crude sketches of ceasar
Struggle for power;and women for fame
I stand alone dazed words giving way
Blood gurgling down into the mud and sand
This nation,A village of thorns and brambles
The old earth is withered and undone
While decades pass
Pleasured in the dead's heritage
Riots and robs,
some busking in the glory of others
Others salvation
Others the lords of charity,
Splashing dirty millions in altars and Holly stages
You are begot and spawned in shame
Little resources huge demands
Oh wanjiku!How long shall the donkey tire for your load to be delivered?
You may be very wealthy and powerful,
Yet you're doomed to fail like a fool,
If you are on the wrong side of history,
Where a deep sludgy hole is your final destiny.
Hitler at one point found himself on the slippery slope
Where he crashed and his neck ended in a rope.
He eventually vanished, disappeared and gone
Like a flash of lightning on a cloudy afternoon.
No leader is more powerful than his constituents.
The power belongs to the People. No scavengers
Remain in power for an unlimited time. The wise leaders
Became statesmen and the bad ones became stains in the pants.
When so many people are right, and you're so wrong;
You are indeed on the wrong side of history.
When you lie so much, that's a sign that you're not strong;
You are unbelievable, and only fools believe in your story.
Copyright © January 2018 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I wished to improve on my character so,
I looked for a model to go by.
I studied the habits of men great and tall,
For one who seemed perfect in my eyes.
Men of fine profile and manly physique,
Were the first ones to cross my inspection.
First also dismissed for their physical charms,
Seemed all they had worth admiration;
And those who had money and power were wont,
To flaunt their importance and style.
An hour or two in this comp'ny could last,
A person a long, long while;
And so I explored yet another route,
The highway to high education.
Perhaps here I would find the virtuous man.
One worthy of my adulation.
I read through the tomes of scholars and scribes,
Philosophers, poets and statesmen,
And I never found a doctrine more sound,
Than the one left behind by Ben Franklin.