brutality is never a sign
of peak intelligence
so i just walk past him
and ignore his existence
but i fail in this play sometimes
i give away a little smile
the evil nerd spoke to me
but never the words of wisdom
glamouring a feat
that i shaped for him
in the end he want to be
taking the steps i showed him
Restless nights made of pixels and stardust
Alt 29
I watch him halting between left and right
No-signal TV looms in a distant dark corner
Boisterous music befriends a stealthy black stereo
Olympic games run on the PC
Winner title appearing on the screen
Nothing fulfills him more than a cyber marathon
Ecstasy rushing through his veins
Refilled with unending virtual noises
Dumbfounded by countless choices
i feel cold whenever i think about those moments
and that how he used me whenever he was in for a gain
i understood him very well yet always fell for the trap
the masquerade of happiness failed to hang from his face
the smirk on hos face continues to haunt me
even when i meet him sometimes
i can't look into his eyes and ask him to beg for forgiveness
but i still try my best, with head high i walk past him as if he never existed
Unfortunately, it is an awkward tradition
That most of us have experienced the passion
Of first love, first wink, first hug and first kiss
Which had disturbed our internal peace.
I still remember the first kiss, the first touch
And the first hug after so many years on the couch
Ouch! It hurts to go back to so many years
Where mistakes had turned into serious errors.
However bad love does not exist on this planet
Experience is about trials and tribulations. I bet
Your bottom dollar that nobody is of course exempt.
These days, I rather think about heading forward
Of loving and living innocently like a brilliant nerd
In lieu of being charged haphazardly in contempt.
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Once upon a time..' we had (first, second,
Third, worlds, quite dis-aligned..' And for a time hegemony lookèd sort'a fine.' Now with the rush of
Every type of tech.' Its update and dump the wreck.' No more the economic climb
We shall inherit some 'nerd world.. Divine?'
George Denis Patrick Carlin
he was not everybody’s darlin’
initially everyone thought him a nerd
but then he gave us the seven words
My Famous Favorite Poet,
One day, I'll write like you own it.
Your gorgeously written sonnet,
Mines are like bees in my bonnet.
Words hum dimly and don't brighten,
Yours float high, and they enlighten.
All my poems acquire honey,
They buzz about sounding funny.
Each of your sonnets shines like gold,
With words that glow, so all behold.
My poems hid inside a beehive,
While yours outside gets a high five.
I hope to write like your sonnet,
Honeyed butter like Bluebonnet.
Chet wore his plaid pants up to his pencil protector
People ran from the cafeteria when they saw him
He was an incessant talker
Never let anyone else speak
We have all been cornered by him
His prattle is boring; scientific crap
Stuff none of us care about
Quantum physics, montum shizzicks,
We don’t even believe in whatever it is
We are from the Midwest
in a town of two thousand
He may be my cousin, but I am the first to say
Clear out of the way, I have to get out of here
He is an educated idiot
Spewing facts right and left
Over our heads they go, bouncing round the walls
flicking into the furniture like bullets
No one is interested!
We back up as he edges into our personal space
He has no boundaries,
it is all about him
and it is annoying
to those of us who
have a life.
I once had a buddy named Bob
He was an unbearable slob
I pressed him a suit
And dressed him up cute
He dirtied it quickly, the knob.
Doing a crossword puzzle, to be frank,
One fulfilling task of filling the blank.
It perks up the brain testing my IQ,
Doubting the depth of what I thought I knew.
It virtually takes me 'round the globe
As I fret frantically, poke and probe.
With trendy themed ones I feel like a fool;
What was I doing all those years at school?!
Some words, in the line of my expertise,
Restoring my self esteem back at ease.
Some - at the tip of my tongue - circulate,
While stubborn letters don't cooperate.
Some tough queries raise my eyebrows instead -
I turn to the last resort, internet.
I've never given up in other words,
Most meticulous among crossword nerds.
Google here and there, the word search is done,
Feeling great! Less puzzled and crossed, no pun.
February 2, 2023
I am a book nerd he said. All day and all night.
I read under my covers with a worn-out flashlight.
My mother and father say, “stop reading that book!”
But I hide inside the closet, it is my own little nook.
v
Yes, I'm a nerd.
But, on the basis that you call me a nerd, is absurd.
So what if I'm shy and quiet?
How on earth does that prove that I'm not right?
I feel suffocated when I'm with you guys.
I honestly think you're nothing but a bunch of hypocrites.
How come we are the villains when you shed your crocodile tears?
What if I'm really tired of your you-don't-belong-here stares?
"What? Trust me, I don't really discriminate against you guys. "
To the girl who said this: you are annoying and so are your lies.
I acknowledge that we don't have the same preferences or choices.
But does that make us so bad that you even get vexed by our voices?
This 'loving' poem was for my 'loving' classmates.
I can't, and I won't bother myself with your hates.
Chuck
There once was a show named “Chuck”
It didn’t have much luck
After five seasons it was gone
Oh it felt so wrong
For Chuck was about a nerd
Who ran with the herd
A fun loving guy in a comedy no less
Always making life a mess
Each episode an adventure or a quest
Making it fun to watch as a guest
It had all the right things
Even a girl with “talent” it brings
More bumbling than a bee
He reminded me of me
Sometimes hero and sometimes goat
Made him feel real and not remote
With a sidekick and a crew
Each week your addiction grew
More laughs than a barrel of monkeys
Was the trigger that turned the keys
To my heart
Right from the start
Adieu I say to cast and show
If there is a movie or spinoff let me know.
Andreas Simic©
nerd
bookish, scholarly
reading, studying, learning
satisfied, fulfilled, validated,
nerd
Oh
I feel so...
The heaviness in my body,
The darkness of my soul,
The sight of my eyes,
The years I grow old.
Oh
I feel so...
Stupid and hopeless,
For being pure inside, heart,
To be known as prettiest,
But feels better as nerd.
Oh
I feel so...
Sad to be friendly and positive,
Sometimes, I feel dumb,
Bad for myself to sail all the ships
To get broke by brokers,
And feel numb.
Oh
I feel so...
Crash and smashed,
Torn and broken,
Feels like a potato,
Over cut and soaken.
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