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Political Enemies

The enemies of your enemies
In politics are your political friends
The friends of your enemies
Are definitely not your friends
Politics get dirtier everyday
These days, lots of people are being hurt
Politics get nastier everyday
Mad or crazy politicians have no heart
They have respect for nobody
And are concerned solely about money
Power and privilege. They will kill to win
And they will maim to be elected and reelected
Some politicians don't have thick skin
They're ready to participate in illegal raid
Just so they can win at any possible cost
The friends of your enemies need not post
Nothing because they avenge, and backstab
They cannot move forward but want to go back
To their old ways of theft, cheat and corruption
Be protective of the ballots at the next election.

Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Apples Live Up To Prediction

rich fertile tree with brown-turning wrinkled leaves
surrounded by your own fruitful bounty
many rounded orbs with teeth marks in them
do Kansas deer have teeth?

begin to count them as I rake them up
one apple, two apples, three apples, four
lose count at fifty-eight or sixty-eight, unsure
it is going to be a hard winter I tell my husband,

sorting these apples is a mess.
some are barely salvageable, squishy and overused
there are few without defects, but I do not blame the tree
she does the best she can, every year

this year she surpassed herself
living up to prediction of Farmer’s almanac
winter will be colder and nastier than usual
which explains this unforeseen number of apples in October

Mr Tw Dog

Gorgeous Mr. T.W. Dog taught at the cat college, a big mistake.
They were snarly and growly, and many were totally fake. 
He tossed one meowing student out the window, she landed in a pond.
You cannot do that! Said the headmaster. What planet are you on?

In dog school, we can do this, T.W. Dog told the man with delight.
He was laughing his guts out because that wet cat did not look all right.
You cannot have a second chance, the boss aid, because her daddy Joe
Is the one who brings us kibble and bits, and he would think this was low.

But Daddy Joe came by and saw his offspring shaking off water.
It couldn’t have happened to a meaner or nastier ugly-acting daughter.
He congratulated T.W. and gave him a sturdy healthy raise.
The headmaster turned direction and began to give him deep praise.

A Nuclear War Is Really Dumb

Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to murder
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let’s swear not to have a darn one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions.

Copyright February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All Right Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.

Sugar Mummy and Guidance Counseling

Can somebody, please, tell A Sugar Mummy
That her sweet young guy is not a dummy
Out of her The ‘Sugar’ what is left is ‘Mummy’
At last, her presenting as The Dummy?

Can’t someone urge My Sugar Mummy
To try a longer look at her tummy
For the still bold presence of The Gummy
That finally does return to her “A Granny”
Or, still not finer, ‘An Aging Nanny?

The Sure-To-Get A Nasty I Beg Your Pardon?
From a cheating lover she has told “Well Done”
And a much nastier and coarser I Beg Your Pardon,
After vengeful claims of not having a farthing.

Always, as at the last moment,
A hurting, even heart-bleeding comment
That does reveal her hidden rejection
By one already championing her projection!

Just Another Corona Poem

Millennials are spring breaking
boomers are hunkering down
clowns are pointing fingers...again 
no vacancy at the coroners lounge.

Florists and pharma are stacking chips
the panicked are dusting off prayers
the media is tossing frantic to the wind
the governments shutting us down
not enough bleach or kits to go around
the preppers are laughing at the desperate
the rich and guilty have all been tested
clanging glasses above the writhing masses
amidst the ribbons of tinseled towns.

but this is but a long prequel.
For much nastier things are to come.
A wise old woman once said to me
"death will always come in threes".
Somewhere in all this froth
I've lost track of the count.

A'Thumping

I really don’t want time to fly
For life is short already
But politics is in my brain
A’thumping, strong and steady.

I hate to listen to the news,
The current state depressing
And as November nears, it will get
Nastier, I’m guessing.

No matter what the outcome
I just want it all to end
And I hope that past the rancor
We can somehow all transcend.

Good Fortune

My fridge freezer's just had a wee on the floor
(the third time this month it's done that)
the toaster is showing it's nastier side
with a mortar attack on the cat.
Odd socks disappear through a wormhole in space
that's inside my washing machine,
a pigeon has kindly downloaded his lunch
on the window that I have just cleaned.
Mystic Meg has predicted my day will be lovely,
she saw it in her crystal ball,
well maybe it's time that I paid her a visit
and threw the damn thing at the wall.

The Biggest Loser

There goes the Donald again, flapping his mouth
Every time he lets it fly, his ratings go South

And she who would be chief Constitutional vandal
The media just glossed over her latest scandal

Truly it’s a contest to see who’s the biggest loser
So put Jillian Michaels in charge; we could really use her

Is he nastier than her, or she worse than him?
Instead of the White House, get their butts to the gym

The true biggest loser, of course, is plain to see
The ordinary Americans like you and me...

8/2/16

The World As We Know It

The days are growing nastier
The months are growing weerier
The years are growing shorter
And the People are growing further.

The seasons and weather are clashing
The water and land are combining
The sun and moon are collaborating
And the People are corrupting.

The hate and love is becoming one
The respect and caring is becoming obsolete
The tears and blood is becoming obvious
And the People are becoming obstructive.

The sick are leared to be guinea pigs
The young are loosing their parents
The elderly are left to others
And the People are for their selves.

The Greed has spread wide
The Envy has sliced open
The Jealousy has swallowed deep
And the People has SURRENDERED HEART!

A Different Taste

Those hateful green eyes. . .
I’ve seen more color in blacks and grays than in your bottomless hell
You call yourself a true friend?
With you, I’ve never been more ignored! 
I had once begged for your attention,
But now I dread it
You’ve found the bad in me
And now you present it

I want to call you out till the life returns in those heartless eyes
Till you taste the red blood of thousands you have shed—
Till real tears free you from the glare of your green
We shall mix and match and make new, oh I promise you—
We will make bright yellows together and call it justice
I’ll turn your vanity into desperate prayers
Try your glares—I’ve got nastier snares

What is it in those canny, green eyes
That makes you hate the very air that gives you life?
You inhale kind souls with that glare of ingratitude
Spitting them out with disgusting, aftertaste claims
Oh, you know so well not to take in mine anymore
That bitter Wormwood that’s got your taste, bud—
Well it’s got nothing on me

School Is Cool

School is Cool?

School is cool he says,
Pardon, what have you just said?
I think you must be feeling ill,
You had better retire to bed.

School is definitely not cool,
It is nastier than the flu,
Your statement is incorrect,
For they massacre you without a clue.

Exams, tests and no games are on their torture list,
It’s just a question of time,
Don’t say I didn’t warn you,
Their punishments are bitterer than lime.

What you see on the brochure,
Are the good things that are small,
But the torture that is at large,
Is under cover at the assembly hall.

So make your decision,
Wise I say,
Of your hates and likings,
And enjoy your of happy days.

An Angry Funny Poem

An Angry Funny Poem

I don’t just see what I want to see anymore.
I hope you catch something for cheating on me.
She isn’t even worth fighting with you over.
I wouldn’t fight over you anyway.
You are obnoxious and in a way I just want you gone.
Die see if I care!
Tell me this, was it good for you?
I don’t know who is nastier you or that ho.
Our relationship is over now.
I won’t cry and won’t shed tears over you.
I can’t trust you and so I don’t want you.
See you in divorce court.

The Delivery

On hobo corner
I coughed the powdered air, 
the radio news said “its a purple day”.
I could taste the sky.

inhale deep, exhale deeper

Spitting out the van window
the light green wad smacked
the hot black asphalt  with a sizzle.

I know I’m sick.

The homeless man on the corner
spits to, its larger, greener, nastier.
He shoves a smelly hand at my face,

says nothing, just expects.

He looks too much like me not 
to give him money. The crumpled 
paper greener then both our spit 
 
goes from hand to hand.

I hate him as he turns away
with his new money, 
a face that looks like mine,

and hands that smell of dumpsters.

Finally a green light,  
everyone so wanting here,
like an accusation, or a family waiting,

inhale deep exhale deeper

Putting Yourself In Someone Else's American Dream

I’m a young woman living the American dream
working in a fast food restaurant 
this is not what I dreamed of but 
I got to be supporting my family, 
to make them proud

Working in the McDonalds restaurant is my American dream
Flipping Big Macs, Serving them, calling customers names, 
and writing on the burgers with mayonnaise
They don’t know what’s in the burgers 
so they won’t know what’s inside that will kill them 
I dropped a few burgers on the floor
I don’t tell them, just pick it back up 
& act like nothing happened, they won’t know

McDonalds is my American dream
Ice cubes from the dispensers are as cold as the winter skies
playing a role for the drinks, that are nastier then you think 
not knowing where your meat comes from 
but the workers still cooks them serve it on a bun for you
that’s my job and the American dream
nothing can beat that! 
That’s the American dream I’m living in, what about you?

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