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Premium Member Something of Donald Trump I Like

In Two Thousand Fifteen, Donald Trump stood firm
Said smart folks will soon come to learn
That the U.S. is in need of sounds from his horn
But he soon switched, for use of his trumpet
He's been blowing non-stop with no regret
He's Producer of fiery political script, don't forget.

This privilege trumpeter I soon began admiring
His consistent pattern of behavior is astounding
Saturday Night Live has nothing over him
The Don takes no hostage, but now he's lying
First, Dr. Ben hit his Mamma; then Mexicans come sinning
Next, his trumpet blew all Syrians down, none escaped him.

Donald J. Trump is star in his very own show
Neon lights flashes bright wherever he goes
His opponents' role, his hands can never slow
You'd think the Don's on Comedy Central show
Foreign and Domestic policies will take a toll
The Presidency's pendulum will surely fall.

Now, Hillary has the Don nit picking again
He's blowing, huffing and puffing... all to win
And because he's loud, I detect he hiding
Right behind that voice; that's not really him
I wouldn't be surprise to see him joining in
Switching sides, endorsing Hillary would be big win.

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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Bleeding Damascus

A dirge for the ancient and modern
   city.
Damascus a lamentations of the
   blood spilling;
Of the blood of the dying crying 
   'avenge me' like Abel of old.
Of orphaned children lost in the 
   war of adults.

The  wounds of Damascus are so 
  grievous that has  defied 
      all treatments.
Swallowing  its young generation 
   etched in hatred and
      vengeance;
Of ideologies that consume the
   very soul of Syrians

This is a lamentation for the wasted
   generation, of a gap
      deleted forever.
The city of Paul's crusades and 
   conversion.
Of foundations of a hundred 
   generations.
Damascus ancient and modern 
   on the brink.
Form: Elegy

Premium Member Fifty Years Ago Today - 1973

Fifty years ago today
     an attack was well underway
     On Yom Kippur, October 6
       Israel was in a fix

     Egypt had invaded the Sinai
     Syrians climbed down the Golan Heights
     Arabs sought to recapture land
       which they regarded as theirs 'by rights'

     Three weeks later, Israel was up off her heels
     at the gates of Cairo and Damascus
     troops ready to seal the deal

     But the US said No! Israel had to go
     back to the preexisting status quo

     2,400 died in defense of their nation
     as Israel began to grow impatient
     with their supposed Allies in the West

     When on your holiest day, your enemies attack
     Why should you give what you captured back



     ______________________________________
     The 2,412 soldiers who died comprised 1% of
     Israel's Jewish population in 1973. A comparable
     figure would be 300,000 American soldiers dying
     in a four-week war in 1973.
Form: Rhyme

The Bridge At Abydos 2

VII
There never was an army quite like Xerxes’.
Hyrcanians, Medes, Egyptians, Syrians, Scyths –
soon, Greece would grovel at its tender mercies –
a fate more gruesome than the grimmest myths.
It drank whole rivers dry.  Took three days with
the crossing of the bridge.  Then came a scare:
as Persian lava swamped its xenolith,
the portents were not good.  A pregnant mare
gave birth to healthy offspring.  But it was a hare.

                       VIII
A blundering boxer trying to swat a fly,
the Persian force could lunge, but could not kill:
it lost all credit at Thermopylae.
The Greeks, hard pressed, were in the battle still. 
To win a war, you break the other’s will,
and this was not occurring.  Could the key
be naval warfare?  So, for good or ill,
Salamis earned its place in history.
The fleets would clash there.  Whose would be the victory?

                         IX
A tyrant’s strength is his Achilles’ Heel.
His habit of command, of being obeyed,
occludes capacity to see and feel.
To trap them at their moorings seemed a raid
assured to smash the Greeks.  Their fleet once flayed,
they could not go on fighting.  They must lose. 
But Persia’s pride, colossal numbers, made
disaster certain.  Tangled, cramped, confused,
the sharks became the bait.  For Xerxes, dreadful news. 

                          X
“My bridge.  Is it still standing?”  Xerxes asked.
Oh, in that question, what a universe!
The pampered prince who - up to now - had basked
in sunshine felt a clutch of fear, and worse:
the tide of fortune, swinging to reverse,
began to drain him of all certainty.
The bridge was now his lifeline, and his curse,
his last hope and his vulnerability.
Persepolis lay far away, fenced off by sea.

                          XI
So, despots kneel before their own adventures,
become the playthings of their crazy schemes,
contract with Fate, creating wild debentures,
condemn themselves by sure-to-crumble dreams.
Unhappy with mere wealth, they seek extremes
which bring no comfort: sick ambitions bloat
and fester.  Most familiar of themes,
Great Xerxes’ boasts grew more and more remote,  
until the day his restless minions cut his throat.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Beat Your Wife, Cause Is Right

Yes modernization is here
Islamic rules have made it clear
Pick up a small stick
And beat her to the wick

Make her understand
Obey your command
Pakistan is the modern land
Live like a man and beat at command

Only though because you care
To make her subservient and thus obey
She must follow your Islamic commands
And bend over for perverted desires in your satanic land

Now death to Israel
For they have committed the crime
Of being modern in un-modern times
As they saved the wounded of Syrians blood

They embrace humanity
Pakistan grabs a small stick
And strikes fear in the sexes
My god is there no common senses?

Notes: This is not to condone or condemn any Country. Merely to show how at times biases take things way out of context. At times the world decries one death, as in humane as next door hundreds of thousands take place under the silent ones of oppression. 

Secondly this is specifically about The Council of Islamic Ideology a powerful constitutional body that advises the Pakistani legislature whether laws are in line with the teachings of Islam. There interpretation is of course ludicrous and I am well aware true Muslim worshipers would never follow such violent and antiquated teachings.

This came about from the CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/28/asia/pakistan-women-light-beating/index.html on the topic. On weekends I often partake in discussions at a Middle Eastern coffee shop, people from all over the middle east, where we have lively discussions. So it’s of note that this poem was the summary and views of the Muslim mates are I was sharing tea with. 

Of note, many of them in their own countries could never voice any dissenting views without being tortured or killed.


Premium Member Vote No Against Hate And Bigotry

Let's not be afraid to make a stand
Against hate and bigotry on this land
Let's stop the hypocrites cold
Now. Let's repudiate their old
Ideas and their archaic and spurious values
Let's unmask them and expose their views
Sectarianism may be a fancy or ostentatious word
To talk about racism. But it is the same sharp sword
Which can decapitate and destroy good people
Bigotry is bad. May you be white, black or purple
Let's be against white prejudice
Let's be against black prejudice
Let's be against ignorance and intolerance
Let's vote for love, intelligence and common sense
Say NO, loud and clear to bigotry
Vote NO, against racism and hate
Vote for love, equality, and liberty
Expose and vote against the candidate
Who despises the Muslims, the Mexicans
The Syrians and the wounded Veterans
They are all our brothers and sisters
Who are suffering under strange situation
Let's vote against the bigots and the haters
Let's say NO to racism, and take action
At the voting booth. Let's vote for UNITY
And togetherness. Together: we are strong
Divided: we are weak, stupid and wrong
Let's find no excuses, let's defeat the followers
Of Hitler, Mussolini, the Third Reich, the haters
Who are sneaky, deceitful, duplicitous, and shady
We are ONE against the bullies of this country
Let's vote for LOVE, freedom, liberty, and fraternity
Let's vote against sectarianism, hate, and bigotry
Today, tomorrow, and forever
Love is eternal; love is better.

Copyright © November,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Form: Rhyme

the Syrians

The Syrians

Portugal used to have many groceries, but with
The big supermarkets are usually out of the center, so one has to drive
for miles to buy four batteries
The groceries began to dwindle
An Arab family, perhaps from Syria, bought a closed-down shop
Their shop opens early and closes late
Here one can buy batteries, milk, and a loaf of bread
The locals are glad to have them here, especially the elderly or
those without a car.
The Syrians are pleasant people who also serve strong coffee
in the morning, say, at six
They are the correct type of migrants, dedicated to hard work
With a shop needed in the neighborhood, which tells us that
Not all migration is bad
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I'Ve a Simple Solution At Hand

Back in 2013 the President 'resetting,' drew a line in the sand
  Syria sprinted across it; faced no response from our end

So, Bashir Assad killed his own countrymen with chemical gas
   hundreds upon thousands fled Syria, Europe's problem, alas*

Then near the end of his term, ignoring his every general's advice
  DJT threatened to pull the plug on Afghanistan one night
              --thought a quick exit for his 'resume' would be nice

And now JB's gone and done it, what a horrific choice we face
  To recognize the Taliban, an admission of disgrace
A low blow to all our brave troops who died in that place

Yet if we cut off the Taliban; if we can't bite out lips 
  ISIS stands ready to blow Afghanistan to bits

Now I'm not just complaining; I've a simple solution at hand
  No more Presidents play-acting Commander-in-Chief
                                 -- without military service beforehand  

Let's have a former soldier who honors and respects his command
   who can discern perils in jungles, deserts and mountain badlands 

If this means a separate office for Commander-in-Chief
  I'm all for it: Enough of my countrymen's (and the free world's) disbelief

And if you feel I'm all wet, think 2029... Try to envision 
  AOC** reviewing troops, making life-and-death decisions



_______________________________________________________  
*Even today, as I write this, Syrians homeless since 2013 are being 
used as political pawns by Russia and Belarus, who have flown them 
in (!) to crowd the border of Poland, where they 'live' in unsanitary, 
makeshift 'cities' -- all as part of Russian blackmail to force Poland 
and its European backers' hands.  (Source: Wall-Street Journal, 
November 13, 2021, page 1 report). 

**Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez... a popular 30 year-old member of the 
House of Representatives, an avowed Democrat-Socialist, who's 
backed open borders, defunding the police, and many other such 
'progressive policies.'

Premium Member Double Standard

If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
    What is Bashar Assad?
  Whose hands are stained red
     from spilling fellow Syrians' blood

  If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
    What is Sayyid Hassan Nasrallah?
  Whose 'soldiers' use children as shields
    Those 'brave men' of Hezbollah

  If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
    What is Vladimir Putin?
  Who bombs water mains and utilities
    Nothing left for Kiev to ration

  If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
    What is Mahmoud Abbas?
  Who lavishes rewards on 'freedom fighters'
    for dynamiting packed Israeli buses...   

  Ben-Gvir is a force for law and order
    in a region overrun by anarchy and terror
  So, he's tough and no-nonsense
    ~ On HIS side I'll error
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member They didn't march

You say you care about people black and brown,
And victims of war in every Gazan town.
But I doubt your heart, here’s why I think it a trend,
For so many downtrodden you're no friend.

Slavery in the U.S., no one denies,
But 50 million slaves worldwide, can you help them rise?
Black kids shot in Sudan, en-masse.
Are you setting up encampments for them on the grass?

Millions met death in Congo; did you know?
Killed by other blacks, in what TikTok does it show?
Did you march for Christians, cut down by the score?
Slaughtered in Nigeria, where Jihadis wage war?

When Russian jets bombed hospitals, it worked quite well.
Their allies run Syria, blew their enemies to hell.
Did you march when 7 million Syrians had to flee?
You didn't know this happened - are you blind?   Can you see?

Did you march for Uighurs, stamped out like a flame?
Are you silent for Tibetans, did you chant, did you name?
Remember Vietnam, boat people who drowned,
Activists then fell silent, as if underground.

Where was the care, where were the cries?
Where were the marchers with tears in their eyes?
Do you examine the roots of the cause of the day,
Are your cause and motives as pure as you say?

Do you really know the world as it is?
Can you pass the real genocide quiz?
Is it about justice, or all about you?
The rest of us suspect that you don't have a clue!
Form: Lyric

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