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Many politicians vociferously lie
Many politicians either hide or omit the truth
Many times, I sit down quietly in a booth
Enjoying a glass of chocolate mousse
And drinking orange juice
Serenely to listen and analyze many lawmakers’ words
I laugh like crazy, because they invent many worlds
And mess up like hyperactive toddlers
I bet that many of my readers
Know exactly what I am talking about
Watch their lips and their eyes
And these magicians are full of tricks and lies
Believe me, I never like the notes that they put out
Oh! Yeah, they enjoy displaying their skills on the canvas
Yes, they often raise many doubts in my consciousness
Frankly, I barely believe in less than ten
Percent of what these quintessential whistle-stoppers say
Most of them rely, behind the scene, in pay- to- play
Which is absolutely illegal and verboten
You probably know a few con artists that are
Like that, especially the one who’s not afraid to start a war
Over nonsense or to retaliate, because they have the means
The poor soldiers that they abuse and the deadly guns
That show no mercy
To Humanity
Let me know if you have or have had a similar experience
Where countless officeholders or politicians
Can neither see their shadows nor themselves in the mirror
These days, it is hard to find a good and honest leader
Facts always matter
And lies cause pain, death and despair.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Bursts Of Creativity...
Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...
ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during midnight
oil, and pry open hermetically airtight
noggin, where my poetic
(side) juices glommed up tight
blew silly blackened, and barbed
as though cold anthracite
ash coal lest futile effort
fueling mental cogs synaps (snaps),
sans each axon and dendrite,
and damn pinwheeling frenzied
writer's block won't budge,
no matter intense aghast fright
regarding drawing nothing,
but blank screen, an unpleasant sight
which activates greater fright
concentration stoppers appetite
to satiate agile literary skill
invoked with all mum might
encountering severe
resistance along well worn
nicked, pitted, rutted...
central processing unit abysmal sight
core cratered tracks analogous trite
other places blasted as if by dynamite
nanobot size infrastructure blight
hmm... huff frayed
to admit fifty plus shades
of grey pock marked beltway abustle
with at least bajillion
self important cosmopolite
avast friggin buzzfeed contrasted with bevy
of heavily rowdy, yet polite
sumo wrestlers exuding
spongy dimpled cellulite,
nonetheless grueling effort experienced
with craven half starved diabolical spite
undermining, jackknifing,
dogging... literary endeavor to expedite
satisfactory pièce de résistance flight
of fancy, though challenged
every step of the way,
once ambition fired up...at twilight
as mortal passion
unstoppable to complete
crafting daily poem
kindled with emotional lignite!
Love is the essence.
Your presence is flavor.
I'll savor you "Now and Later."
Your sweetness is one,
of many candies,
not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
I'm a "sucker" for you,
like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.
Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"
we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.
You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."
You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.
"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."
Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"
as true love's meant to be.
We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"
then we'll twist into "Kisses."
Doesn't that sound delicious?
I'll lick your "Necco,"
as you tickle my ears.
My "Snickers" are so hard,
I'm brought to tears.
I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"
while you tenderly rub my back.
"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.
You make relaxing easy,
like bendy "Laffy Taffy."
You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.
""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.
Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"
Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.
Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.
Call me your girl, or a playful tease.
You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."
When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.
You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."
We'd make great "Sugar Babies."
Maybe with lots of practice,
we might have "Twix."
We could name them "Mike & Ike,"
or something we both like.
You're such a "Big Hunk,"
and I love "Whoppers."
Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.
(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over
correctly.)
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
Revival* drives spiritual quickening
Against apathy magnified by doubt
Amidst distressful skepticism-bout…
God --- I thank for timely awakening.
Propelling toward faithful stewardship
Revival fires up yielded commitment
Once promised with gracious empowerment
Christ --- I praise for His gearing leadership.
Challenging quack healers’ deceitful stand
As well as calamity-stoppers’ show
Along arrogant scene-stealers’ vain glow…
The Lord --- I worship for revival demand.
Unbroken revival covenant reigns
Ceaseless midst earnest reaching-out fervor
Possible as urged by loving favor…
The Holy Spirit --- I esteem for faith-gains.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
November 15, 2021
5th place, " 'U' Contest, New Poems Only"
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/15/2021.