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This one is for the
Crazy ones.
The ones that stick to
Their guns.
The misfits and the
Rebel.
The ones that cause the
Trouble.
The ones that stir it up,
The troublemakers.
These are the real thinkers,
The Innovators.
The round peg,
Square hole.
The majority are
On parole.
The ones who see
Different.
The outcasts,
The magnificent.
They refuse to follow
The rules.
The mind is their
Tools.
It is glorified or vilified
With them.
It is praise or
Condemn.
You can't ignore them,
They change things.
They know how to pull
The strings.
They propel the human
Race forward.
They are difficult and
Awkward.
They are the crazy ones,
The genius.
They have super-power,
Keenness.
They are crazy enough to
Change the norm.
They are true to themselves,
They don't conform
Turbo1904?
Let’s take a ride, how about traveling, to outer space,
Just accept anything’s possible, it’s our cosmic chase,
Moving faster than light speed, in the blink of an eye,
Unleash your imagination, laws of physics, don’t apply,
Maybe stay closer to home, getting carried away,
Not that it’s impossible, Probably better this way,
I bid to free your mind, open up Pandora’s box,
Some controlling egotist, may be keeping locked.
Might think this is fantasy, I promise you not,
Keeps us unrestrained, from an imperious lot,
Rather we’d stay stupid, believe everything’s fine,
Brainwashed all our lives, left to tow the line.
Too many gaslighters, out for personal gain,
Call us troublemakers, having gall, to complain,
I am not preaching, just offering sound advice,
Keep your independence, for life’s full of choice.
Well thank God for google, if needing a little help,
Press a few touchscreens, a tonic within itself.
Always some caveats, beware of computer trolls,
Half decent firewall, should suffice on the whole.
Is too much knowledge, really a dangerous thing,
Worse than owning shotguns, barely aged sixteen,
I agree in some cases, ignorance truly is bliss,
Only if comforting, from the inevitable abyss.
Many poets shone light, on history’s darkest times,
Obscure aficionados, emancipating reality with rhyme,
Fighting nightmarish wars, writing obituaries home,
Bleeding ink upon paper, never flinching in their tone.
Others encapsulate landscape, frozen in winter snow,
How they portray nature, this rhymster will never know,
Beautiful form of art, smashing out from all restraints,
Poets you set me free, lest my tribute is mundane.
By
David Kavanagh
She breathes honesty into the bedroom
Dispelling liars and troublemakers
Flinging lechers into the fires of hell
She takes no guff
Sure at first some thought she would go easy
Targeting her at the bar
Sidling up, expecting her to fold
Someone to take home and fondle, possibly molest
She disarms them with her light green eyes
Her lilting laugh, her pretense at being inebriated
She gives them the little girl smile
So they will take her home.
When her eyes go amber and her face goes gray
She takes their lives, trying to conquer their souls
Some wail and scream
Others go quietly, knowing they deserve it
She gives no mercy
No hope
No relief
For at one time
When she was young
None was given to her.
Women of the early 1900’s should have been justifiably outraged
Owned like chattel by their men
Elections were held willy nilly
And if you did not have a willy, you were eliminated
The rare woman who thought she should be
a voter, was not even a contender for a listening ear.
Treated rather like a hog, pig, or a cow.
Ostracized by both men and other women.
Women who were given a glimpse of what
could be, by stand-up liberated women like
Susan B. Anthony did not automatically jump on the bandwagon of liberation. These loud obnoxious free-thinking women were no doubt annoying to socialized women whose February was filled with valentine chocolates and love notes rather than protests and marches. Why did the uppity women insist on equal rights and the right to vote?
Many of the well-behaved women were irritated and outraged
by the uppity attitude of these liberated women, encouraging their men
to throw these loud vulgar rabble rousers into jails.
They strongly encouraged the punitive efforts enforced on these troublemakers. Glaringly on board and fearful of change, many women were not yet ready to admit they were equal in wisdom or feelings of their men.
Sadly they did not recognize their worth or take a stand against oppression and did not insist on the right to vote for many years. Adding to the confusion of our masochistic society which even today has not allowed a woman to be President.
Some kids are troublemakers,
others are quiet and don't tell lies;
if they listened to their parents,
they would be such angels!
Some kids are sweet,
and when they speak
the tenderness comes
out of their mouths!
Any parent would be so proud,
and praise them out loud;
they are respectful, diligent, and wise:
they can learn from mistakes twice!
Who wouldn't be a parent
to these irresistible darlings,
give them the hugs they merit;
give them strength and confidence!
Who loved children more than Jesus?
Keep them close, keep them from dangers;
teach them to become responsible citizens,
and living life they'll know no distress!
Better To Plant Flowers
There are vile people on this planet of ours
people who argue even in their heads that what is
right is wrong and what is wrong is right and
about this they are tight and could bite if it suits them
But these troublemakers are worthy of neither our life
nor our time and should have their own country- a land
full of rocks and lack for their upset foundation is not
our influenced foundation
They are themselves our enemies and clueless judges
and their vine is wicked despite their ability to hide their
tart indifference from view- their deceit can be convincing
but only if you’re not mentally alert
But do not give in to their veiled deceit even though
they might act hurt by your resistance especially if you
are persistent to resist their grapes of uncalled for obstruction
It’s better to align yourself with the good and plant flowers
than to be duped and get stuck with cacti
I stepped on someone's gum
Now I'm part of a nation
I slipped on a paving slab
Now I'm part of another nation
Not that it’s up to my liking
To change nations every day
But I can't argue if there are
So many nations that I don't have time to learn
Which one I'm a part of
At every moment of the day
Whose territories I appear on
And disappear without a care
I don't mean to disturb all that
Importance of power, those dour faces
That we are doomed to notice everyday
I don't mind if anyone is converted
To their familiar religions with those
Cruel gods created by state-minded prophets
In my view all this tormenting world
Was invented on purpose to spoil life
To intimidate us for no other reason
Than power of the immortal troublemakers
Evolution is impossible
Consolations are rubbish
This species is hopeless
Not the first, not the last to become extinct
I’m already gone fishing forever
Once I saw my eternal love’s face in the sky
I wish to become a weed
Growing on by a waterlogged stream.
back in my day
there was no technology
nothing like nowadays
the calculator was
considered cheating
in math class
in my day girls got hauled
into the principal's office
for wearing their skirts too short
we also had bullies and troublemakers
who started all the rumors
but thankfully we had no facebook
in my day essays were
neatly written in long hand
on lined paper ~ no computers
in my last year of highschool
I got a portable typewriter
I felt so grown up
I rather liked school it turned out
so I moved away to university
and lost touch with people I knew
it was before email and networking
years later I tried to reach out to a few but most girls
moved or got married and changed their names
feels like a hundred years ago ~
AP: 3rd place 2021
Nobody owns anything but everyone is rich - for what greater wealth can there be than cheerfulness, peace of mind, and freedom from anxiety? ~Thomas More
She won't let caretakers cut down wildflowers
living under the hedge at the boundary edge
of her very small plot in its very small slot
in the unending rows of homes in repose,
in which sameness is virtue and uniqueness is vitriol.
Rebellion is not trivial, in fact it is evil;
how dare you suppose, or try to expose
the snugly fit knots designed by despots;
the ones who make pledge, and use every sharp wedge
to split off the capers of the few troublemakers!
Epilogue: The woman who loved wildflowers has disappeared
and no one remembers her, or if she even existed at all.
Minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses
Some villainous pundits or vile hyenas are the best
In simply doing just that, comrades. They ignore
Their own problems. They leave a huge door
Ajar, wide open, so they can put their flagitious nose
In their neighbors’ personal businesses or affairs
Please, always have the fireman’s water hose
Ready, in check and in full force in order to shower
Them with love, pity, comprehension and compassion
Because their primigenial tongue is way too long
For their mouth to handle or encase. Please bless them
With Holy water and incense, in order to chase away
Or to obliterate the viruses in them. For them, night is day
As they are confused and lost in the corridors of Gotham
Gossipers are liars, predators, sinners and troublemakers
They don’t want peace. They don’t like peace
They want wars and skirmishes. They have a list
Of nefarious or unholy things outside the craters
That they want to implement in order to destroy
Good and decent human beings. Their tongue is a deadly toy
At all times, be aware of the culture and the environment
The venomous caterpillars and the evil bees are ubiquitous
And never forget to use a special spray, which is inodorous
Or a special glare, which can shame them on the pavement
Many of you who know exactly what I am talking about
Expose them, denounce them and force them to change route
That’s the way to discourage or to defeat the evil worshippers
The hypocrites, the quislings and the professional gossipers
Who are minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.