A child of six
seeing the mother bird take to wing,
unobserved, took the egg out of its nest.
I did not expect it of this frail thing,
she crushed the egg against her Sunday best.
Family polemics:
Her mother, seeing this abominable act,
beat the child and made it clear
that the reason she was smacked
was because of the egg smear.
Scrambled ethics:
How can this child learn compassion
if discipline is based on material things?
Had her mother placed life above fashion
this tiny egg may have developed wings.
15. Ridiculously small but nevertheless persistent ants.
16. It rained in the desert. A dandelion came. So did my neighbor with his hoe.
17. After the floods came the sharks. After the sharks came the crabs. In a few weeks, there’ll be nothing but white sand.
18. Presence. That’s all that’s required.
19. Yes, careless men laugh in board rooms. But careless men have always laughed—like that, with chocking fat tones. Men belittle other men who care. Yes, but hardened men have always done so—like that, with sharpened words. Still, there are Roman board rooms buried in Pompeii—their baths, ashen coffins.
20. I pretended not to hear the woodpecker peck the armored palm. He came closer and closer. “Prescience,” “Presence,” he said.
21. I come with reason, an open mind, and facts. The other side is high on polemics, maintains the status quo at all costs, and dehumanizes me. It is time to change our tactics. (Reminder: Next time, bring fresh horse to the fight.)
I’m tired of the teeter-totter polemics
that pass for profundity.
I’m tired of the see-saw tug of war,
the streaming regurgitation on every channel.
Yes, I’m weary of the predictable posturing,
the vapid, barren landscapes of the oligarchy.
I am groggy in the dull fog of capitalist pretense,
the plutocratic hubris sold by carnival barkers.
I am worn down by the endless banal chatter,
the mindless daily clutter flooding all our
electronic screens, all our senses.
Scientists in a million years will
try to decipher our primitive etchings.
Our digital scribble will remain.
Will they recognize our AI ventriloquism?
Will they distinguish us from chimpanzees?
I don’t have answers in my advancing years.
I’ll find cozy books and trees instead,
while we still have them.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Disk dim damning polemics prosing perverse.
Our nation - at a crossroads now
With intersecting planes
Of concepts much at odds somehow -
Exacerbating strains.
The Democrats perplexities:
A "Heart without a Head"
Explains irrationalities -
(Dysfunction - simply said).
Republican proclivities:
A "Head without a Heart"
Explains their personalities -
(Flatlines on MDs charts).
Both play the same devout "blame game"
With terse polemics wrought
As zealots on both sides proclaim
Their hyperbolic thoughts.
They come and go yet most remain,
Though times change in due course,
And seem to think it's their domain -
Their livelihood resource.
And, money flows and money goes
Awash in large amounts
But how, from where, no accounts show;
Just smoke and mirrors doubts.
With most seats safely in the till
Few voters needs to heed,
Instead exert, exhort their will
On things inflating greed.
Then, how do we comport with this
Vast wasteland so immense?
We wax and wane and turn and twist -
It's our experience.
Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Christmas carols and bells, bright stars and pine trees
With light snowfall can create a winter wonderland.
What a spectacle of lights and divine beauty
The whole world celebrates awesomely
The birthday of Jesus Christ born in Africa
What a shock for the entire Diaspora!
Baby Jesus was different, that’s why
From the crèche they wanted to sacrifice and crucify
Him, their goal was to kill Him like a goat
Which they did, but He returned. It’s time to gloat.
The Messiah can be a subject of controversies
Deceptions, propaganda, polemics and inconsistencies
Oh! This is Noël, let’s rejoice and enjoy the feasts
At least and at last in this joyous season, let’s live in peace.
Copyright © December 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
no way voting Trump
he always been tramp
americans getting old
searching for pot of gold
TRANSIT GLORIA
turning surreal
blooming
imaginative
yet vintage
& compelling in loftiness
an influx
of euphoria
triumphal
yet unbowed
such contemporary
polemics
in
joyful shrieks
an embellishment
to reward & reinvigorates
yet
a contentious dream
obscure & curious
in an
endless
procession
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
The economy was booming, best for years
As for unemployment then: he had it beat
Feel-good factor lifted spirits dried our tears
Voted ‘gainst him cos I didn’t like his tweets
Yes he made the border strong secured the nation
Shut out drug mules with the Covid and wet feet
Slowed persistent fundamental transformation
Yet I still reject him cos he does mean tweets
When ISIS cut a swathe across Levant
He made destruction of their Caliphate complete
And silenced their polemics and their rant
But I disapproved cos I don’t like his tweets
Brought the vaccines to production at warp speed
Others gave thumbs down to aught laid at his feet
Now they seek enforcement even without need
And to him I give the elbow - don’t like tweets
Should he come again, restore the nation’s pride
After years of deprecating self defeat
Would I then come to accept what I denied?
Well perhaps - if he would only stop his tweets!
Intends to be the best,
acts like owner of the world,
fights for the USA
loves the history of American music
is entitled to be a roadster
passionate with nature
carry out cucarachas with reservation
vibrates with sports
intrudes on foreign affairs
polemics racial issues
celebrates 4th of july with pride
has fun with regional accents
carves pumpkins like no one
tends to be a bit arrogant
rejoices with fireworks
should assist poorer countries further
praises and appreciates peanut butter
frolic in football badly
plays basketball admirably
knows that everyone wants
to come to America ... !
Ps for the sake of poetry, i must say that
I LOVE AMERICA !
Methinks all antediluvian Love was
Whiter than snows atop higher tors;
And with more troth dudes did kiss
Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss.
I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark
To have been of better-spun spark;
And bards of far more sublime quill
Did indite with stouter metered skill.
Niftier lines which Columbus hymned,
On virgin voyages to terrains deemed
By soil-tilling mortals uninhabited yet;
Such ditties do dim both fear and fret.
Tighter Calvary Faith as Bunyans
Prisoners fell in Hades' vile plans,
Wet-toweling martyrs' spirits bold,
Felt saltier with truer saints of old.
Daintier Oratory and Polemics alike
Did with indeed finer Lincolns spike;
Notches less finessed minions today,
Such steadily sorrier contrasts betray.
A naked verse is unadorned by flourishes, red meat,
Though subtlety may serve it's ends, the object's not deceit!
It's written to communicate, so most words are not large,
A simple verse unravels with a concept to discharge!
A naked verse has no pretext; its content stands alone,
Each stanza serves the main context, apology's unknown,
The author's muse is vetted long before you reach the end,
Polemics have no stature here; it's discourse with a friend.
It won't amaze or scare you much; it keeps a reasoned pace,
It's not like politics or war, for reason stays in place,
It's rarely revolution's friend to push folks to the brink,
But serves instead when news gets raped to help its victims think!
Long Tooth
May 23, 2018
tradition has ended,poop has won
why do as we have always done?
new generations,new polemics
old ways pass without reflection
why do as we have always done?
we celebrate the inane as tradition,my parents would weep
old ways pass without reflection
the end is near,the end is near
we celebrate the inane as tradition,my parents would weep
baseball as america's game has gone awry
millionaires play without intensity
politicians no longer serve the greater good
they play to focus groups,and become millionaires
who cares about the middle
the low and the high are all that matters
the middle will not hold
personal responsibility has gone awry
the birth place of free speech has gone awry
shouting and insults is the new debate
the end is near,the end is near
What Rainbows Are:
A rainbow is hideous.
They obscure the view
of the dark void of men.
There is no joy;only agony upon pain.
Your impressions are thwarted
by these colors.
You are lost on your own path.
Virtue and wisdom flaccid ideals
for the weak and the daft,
whom been called sage.
All fail you.
Your family, groups,
and in a word, society.
These rainbows hide this.
The rainbow is diabolic.
The most incite-full of verses.
The best of rhymes.
The greatest of men.
The heroes of the times.
They do not succeed,
nor try from their armchairs.
Their failure is complete.
False notions of hope,
birthed from within,
parried by men
of wretchedness wickedness; and evil.
They give knights allowances -
missives and permissions,
for hollow excuses.
Superficial platitudes!
The anointed are mere spectators.
With quips and their empty polemics.
Thus you see. You know,
a rainbow is hideous.
simply blither
simply obscure
obscure lingo
obscure form
form of creation
form the phrase
phrase the question
phrase for the play
play on your knees
play in the yards
yards of meter
yards of counted
counted on your fingers
counted on your toes
toes of glory
toes which dance
dance in lines
dance in time
time to form questions
time to answer
answer the phone
answer the call
call OUT
call them IN
in deed
in need
need to have structure
need to find place
place on the page
place on the stage
stage play
stage coach
coach the team
coach ride
ride the car
ride the boss
boss the writer
boss the poet
poet with style
poet who lingers
lingers on their own pain
lingers on their own voice
voice uncontrolled
voice over stated
stated a need
stated verbose
verbose Narcissists
verbose polemic
polemics
Narcissists
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