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Choosing a genuine leader
Is a dauntingly difficult task
To constitutionally ask
Uninformed voters
To vote their conscience.
Such a practice defies science
And natural common sense.
That too many followers lack
And where criminals hack
The convoluted system
With a simple leaf
Of a fragile stem.
It is hard to catch the thief
The convicted felon, the liar or the backstabber
Who lies like a hot fryer.
It not easy to choose a leader
Who can only win the pot, but
Can lead, without being the butt
Of all hard-working comedians.
Do not shoot the native Indians
They have nothing to do with this turmoil
Which is ravaging the nature of this soil.
Do not kill the good aliens
For no reasons, for excuses
Nobody will believe the ruses.
A real leader is not a tyrant
Who can only talk rubbish or rant.
Choosing a great leader is not easy
The voters must not be delusional and crazy
Money can buy privilege and power
But it cannot buy greatness and candor.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, May 17, 2017
One day I am in heaven with contentment
The sun everywhere warming me up
Daffodils follow me through the yard
Giggling as they make friends with the violets
Then something happens
I stub my toe, I break a finger,
A grizzly bear eats my arm off.
Bam. I am in hell, angry, sorrowful, keening and wailing.
I have found your arm! My mother says.
I do not believe it. Determined to stay in hell.
Yes, this is how fast my mood shifts.
Monday great, Tuesday completely unbearable.
Wednesday morning terrific, Wednesday afternoon suicidal.
It is the curse of the empath, and I am keenly aware.
Brutally keenly aware.
Surely you can change that, someone says.
Someone with no sensitivity in their entire body.
Someone I hate more today than I ever loved them yesterday.
Yes, it is that fast.
Lightning strikes as the thunder roar!
The winds blow; as the rain threatens to fall,
The night is beckoning; I can hear it call!
The eagle with its strong wings; is unable to soar.
In torrents the showers come down; finally,
One, two, three … six hours on, and the whole city is flooded,
Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! And that’s the sound of an explosion!
The living souls here are burnt beyond recognition!
June 3rd; a date that we wish we would never recall!
The sun rises above the horizon; the eagle hops on the land,
Disfigured are the sons and daughters of Mother Ghana,
What a calamity that on this land befalls!
Many homes lost, many properties displaced,
Many lives lost; remaining survivors defaced,
Will the stars light up the sky again?
Will the eagle see beyond the clouds again?
In memory of the victims of the June 3rd inferno
Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden
Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's pace schlepped
finally proclamation emancipation
gave reasonable rhyme yours truly to ejaculate
(not prematurely), subsequently I leapt
into the air, and kept
myself aloft completing
one after another sumersault and except
for minor nuisance of gravity
nevertheless landed feet first and crept
back into mine mancave adept
to survive alone in the wilderness.
Seventy four million popular votes
tallied across country,
gives ample reason to grind hips and bump,
(cuz the most votes
cast for any presidential candidate in history),
which Republican contender finally plopped
hook line and anchored
courtesy Taj Mahal replica sinker
into dustbin of history
good riddance electorate voted out
loutish oaf, which voters chose to dump
best mandated to cavort with zoot suited frump
on any given Wednesday available to hump
rotund barenaked lady merging
into humongous protoplasmic lump.
Caught red handed concerning
more'n where's the beef
stole 2016 election
under nose of Hillary Clinton
abused role, when tasked
as commander in chief
good ole Charlie Brown nemesis
caused nothing but grief,
hence yours truly quite elated
upon occasion when figurative new leaf
turned over and booted out
as more onerous than Baghdad thief.
Hit the ground running
with nary a second to waste
Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and company
proving their steely eyed mettle
after victory lap Democrats did taste
usher in COVID-19 game plan
bolstering pandemic defences
where prior administration sorely misplaced
priorities United States Lady Liberty
wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently
her reputation disgraced.
Hope springs eternal - ah tis amazing grace
yours truly suddenly brimming with optimism
able bodied diverse cabinet to erase
formerly inept sycophants with intentions base
running amok within White House
at long last competent candidate won the race
adieu Donald Trump, who
did disappearing act at Mar-A-Lago without a trace
sore loser teed off absent American
delivering his humiliating defeat coup de grâce.
in earths long 'daze' of...
evolutionary change life has
heard five 'geo-logic-calls' for a...
few species to not change...
in the 'darkened' days of
massive population decreases...
in answer to the logic calls for life...
to exist on a 'time isle' planet where-in
days be as endless cycles of difference...
monday --->
monday night - be called the 'ordovician mass extinction'
tuesday --->
tueday night - be the 'devonian extinction'
wednesday --->
wednesday night - be the 'permian extinction'
thursday --->
thursday night - be the 'triassic extinction'
friday --->
friday night - be the 'cretecous extintion'
saturday --->
saturday night - be human 'party time'
stans sand
It's Wednesday, and Our Mandy has finished a shift.
Swaps blue scrubs for the doubled down indigo denim
Of the Wild West Midlands.
To the fringes of town to go - line dancing.
Our Mandy wears her heart on her sleeve in diamante.
Nursing courses her veins, it's how she operates -
Dedicates, medicates an infinity pool of calm
To the impatient patients.
Toes the line on the ward.
Though the job may be flawed, she is cured
By a dose of line dancing.
Our Mandy waits for her bus in the drizzle.
The dazzle and dizzle of dancing awaits.
Lit community hall, post-menopausal give it their all -
Forget yoga or zumba or dreams of the rumba,
Line dancing.
Our Mandy nods a greeting to Cardio Sue
And whispers, “Where's you know who?”
‘Fancy-boots-Frank’ believes he’s, ‘Top Rank’.
Frank's a step-up from the rest, so he thinks.
Twitches and winks, rhinestones and Stetson,
Good God! He can sweat some!
With his great big ideas and his little behind,
Frank is quite candid, one thing on his mind,
Cupid shuffle and, Our Mandy
He thinks himself funny, “Oi Mandy!
Step along with me - I'll be your Barry Manilow to your high!
Mandy, you’re ecstasy! “
Now small people can carry big grudges,
But needless to say she sends him away.
Our Mandy, she came and she gave without taking
His achey-breaky heart at line dancing.
And when Our Mandy leaves, adrenaline high,
She texts Sue from the bus home,
After - 'cause they know, as nurses, best medicine’s laughter.
Wendsday child filled with woe born into choas cold empty shadow.
she who shivers while her baby glows
small feet and eyes simply close
A tight fist hearth a crying mist
skin that is dark who fathomed sun kiss
kissed on the bridge
of thy nose
curiosity strikes thee small eyes that follow
magnetic warmth that only you dream about cookies and candles and a water spout
hope cools the steam off a dragon's snout an image of worry succeeds his doubt
fire flares but only rage finds out broken glass only acommpany a shout
she knows pain... and he knows now
A love tie broken but why tight bounds?
Fragile mind do you feel sadden at all?
you laugh and play
pass river sheep small
you will seek out the forest trees tall
mysterious uplifts whenever you fall
they beck your name they need not call.
You're just a babe
A scattered brain U
what path do you take
You must be brave!
you suddenly peer a great goldenly gate
clever u are not
so vines you break,
unnecessarily so plant life you take
the spirit of wonder you seemingly shake
It's The women who used her hand as a plate!
She guides your light so bright and so pure all through the night her lullaby cures
She chased away your lonesome fear
You feel comfort now that she's here
she a flower who wilts away
pours u her soul as her leaves turn grey
you are captivated by the beauty of her growth she whispers to you like a sacred oath
she will say to love and to pray and always be wise her eyes will cry you seem to know why.
she can no longer play in Marvelous May
the sun has to set at the end of the day.
you weep the woes of wistful Wednesday.
“The Legendary Adventure Moments of Doctor Hermione Baggins the Reddish of Winterhold, The Master Sith Rainbow Lord Lulu Pucca, Cloud Kitty Carla Chandra the Ruby Rose, and Rand O'From Equestria the Darken Raw Snow vs The Strange A.A. or Perhaps B.S. Educated Scotties Homer Pilgrim’s Search for More Resources by Destroying the Galaxy to Make Way for a Interstellar Lightspeed Railway or Was It a Fishing Pond?”
Apathetic the game will continue on anyway
“Bidet,” a person points, "first door on the right in the hallway"
Celtic orchestrated melody commences to play
Drastic the GM in a serious voice proceeds to convey
“Exotic treasures will be rewarded at the story's endplay
Frederick and Scotty have threatened to destroy the floodway
Galactic dragons will soon have control of the realms gateway
Heretic man wearing the scarlet hand is on the highway
Icteric smiles seeing the party ‘do you have an issue?’”
“Judgematic paladin, what course of action will you do?”
“Kinesthetic, I'll flash step next to him and use my kung fu”
Laconic, looking over at the monk, “not your turn Lulu”
"Majestic I promenade over and address this mildew"
Novelistic I say, ‘the dragons, and mage, I must melee’”
“Optimistic the NPC rolls a 16 and tries to outplay
Panic soon kicks in as the druid and monk cross the pathway”
Quadraphonic sounds play as the initiative ensues
"Rollick, the monk and I go over, but I just rolled a two”
“Slapstick the heretic encounters the paladin’s swordplay
Tragic it's late and we must stop the story right here today
Unpoetic I know but we'll pick up again next Wednesday"
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Oh how the harp will play and sing, a loving sound.
With the touch of each string, a loving sound will abound.
My head upon your heart,
with blood and love running from the start. My heart plays a harp in harmony, I hear a symphony.
Date Written: 3/6/2021 Heart Harp Harmony Poetry Contest
Poetry Contest Deadline: Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
2025.07.09 Wednesday.
Ludwig van Beethoven wrote
"To play a wrong note is insignificant,
To play without passion is inexcusable".
I have been distracted and emotionally affected,
By this particular shop. Therefore,
"To be served by a bunch of unlady like women
Who screamed, and yelled so loud at one another,
At their shop in food court of the shopping centre
Would be like to consume taste less food from Rolld.
On 2025.7.3 @ 8:45:00
I was making loud and unpleasant noises from the piano,
By pressing ten fingers onto the keyboards,
I was angrily retardilated to the actions
Made by the women at that particular shop.
Since early May this year, they have turned on
Loud Songs in their Language,
Then radio to match my music in Latin English,
This week, all of a sudden, they applied new tactics,
They spoke very loud almost like screaming and yelling
Towards one another then laugh uncontrolly.
Then on this Wednesday, they loudly and proudly used
The F.... words in every sentence came out of their words.
I found all that behaviours were disgusting
Especially came from a women, in the public,
Stood behind the food glass counters
And directly under the bright light above.
Saturday, 2025.07.12
I was playing the English songs,
A man approached me and praised
"Thank you for playing beautiful music every morning"
I quietly and ducked behind the keyboard,
Pointed toward that particular shop and whispered.
"That shop protested my music and distracted me so much"
He nodded and said, "Yes, I heard their loud noises,
But forget about them. You can't control every one
Just ignoring them and keeping on playing the piano"
He sat down in the food court for a while
Before leaving the area.
I saw him came on the next day.
His present and reassuring words comforted me,
I started to practice peace and played softly.