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Families, friends, neighbors, communities,
living in the land of liberty.
A nation easy to divide,
fed by smears, seduced by lies.
Emotions worn like fragile sleeves,
hatred finds a place to breathe.
A sickness spreads, unseen but loud,
echoed through the media cloud.
Even when the facts aren’t true,
they comfort those who always knew.
We fracture more with every feud,
distrust becomes our daily mood.
Arrogance floats through the air,
ignorance tangled everywhere.
We elect with hope, then watch despair,
do they serve, or do they stare?
Freedom to vote, a hollow ring
when sides refuse to shift or swing.
You speak your mind, you risk the cost,
mocked, dismissed, your meaning lost.
We’re growing colder, more confined,
trapped in one-dimensional minds.
Opposition seen as threat,
truth becomes what we forget.
And when debate no longer lives,
hatred is the truth we give.
As i listen to the thoughts rise up; I see they're not my own; They're not my kind of company, the lowest type of tone. I'd rather not speak back to them, or follow where they roam; I'll watch them from a'far instead; Behind the safety zone.
Liar liar
Pants on fire
That's what you all will say
Unless your pretty
Or cool and witty
Or have enough money to pay
Your on your own
Like a dog with a bone
Fighting an invisible beast
Followed by traitors
Who say there not haters
Like jesus at the last feast
Liar liar
Tongues on fire
That's what you all said
You don't even know me
One day you'll see
Why you don't wish people dead
Please don't send me home
It's scarier out there
The world is just too loud
It's too much for me to bear
Please don't send me back
Where everyone is mad
Where no-one understands
And tells me that I'm bad
Please don't make me go
Where I am all alone
I'm begging for you all
Please don't send me home
I promise I'll be good
If you let me stay
I'll fall in line and smile
Every single day
Please don't send me home
I think I'd rather fry
I don't think I'll survive
Don't send me there to die.
If you plant the seeds of love
You'll reap gorgeous flowers of love
If you spray the seeds of hate
Many plants and trees
Will blossom flowers of hate
And you won't like the fate
Nobody enjoys death and miseries
Ugly, dirty and evil flowers
And people with ill manners
Love is the answer
Hate is a toxic cancer
Be positive and make sense
All the time
Is obviously not a crime
Violence is unacceptable
Peace is divine and preferable
Please use good common sense.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Now is the time..Stand and be done..
Support the Nation, as does Aus one'
Where'ere you are based ' all Aussie
Daughters and mothers sons.'
Get behind; good old Bosi..
And great things can come.!
They glare with eyes like frozen steel,
Piercing, yet blind to what is real.
They see the frame, not the flame,
And brand me with a borrowed name.
Their hearts beat cold, devoid of grace,
Slander drips from lips that never face
The truth I carry, bold and bare—
A golden heart they wouldn’t dare.
They speak in tongues of defamation,
Crafting myths from accusation.
As if I’m carved for crucifixion,
A symbol of their own affliction.
But I do not break—I crystallize.
I rise beneath their shallow lies.
Resilience is my quiet hymn,
A light that does not beg to dim.
So I ask you now, with open hand,
Do you think I’m a sacrificial lamb?
Or am I the storm they failed to tame—
The soul they tried, but could not name?
I am cold-forged, born of frost and flame,
A heart of gold beneath the blame.
Not prey, not pawn, not silent ghost—
But the truth they fear to face the most.
All the lovers...will be bummin'
All the haters...will be hummin'
At the Oscars...they'll be drummin'
I did NAZI...that one cummin'
I'm sitting at home but living rent free in your head.
Your thoughts scream for help so I'll pay some rent instead.
The payment's not money, just the hated helping a hater.
So I'll help you realize your hateful thoughts as your love translator.
Resentments and jealousy are like poison to your soul.
You're only hurting yourself as you slither back down your hole.
I'm sorry for being brash, I had to put my thoughts in check.
Thoughts lead to feelings which determine how you act next.
How you act and your actions have good and bad consequences.
Now it's your choice, be real or keep your false pretenses.
I remember with clarity
and such clear vision,
I was four years old,
and was being shown
the first time in this,
old house of bliss,
I chose my bed-room
by the street's road
window open
to birds and bees.
Spring's air smelling
Now its
my prison
as I'm scared
of the outside.
I wish to be me again
and not the grains
of loss of friends
and family,
the sand pours
without haste,
slamming doors
and this I created.
I haven't left the house
for a straight
18 months.
She came down screaming, cloaked in flame,
A bolt of spite, no soul to tame.
From hilltop high she cast her spell—
The art of slander, taught too well.
They built her shrines in whispered breath,
In gossip’s grip, they danced with death.
Her tongue, a blade that cuts unseen,
Yet worshiped like some vengeful queen.
She taught them how to twist the truth,
To poison joy, corrupt the youth.
No proof required, no facts to weigh—
Just sharpened words to flay and flay.
I walk beneath her shadowed reign,
Each rumor like a drop of rain.
It floods my name, it stains my skin,
A war I never asked to win.
They speak as if their hearts are stone,
No warmth, no grace, just undertone.
Their minds are mirrors cracked with spite,
Reflecting only what’s not right.
No thought of kindness, no repair,
Just venom laced in vacant stare.
They feed on fear, they starve on hope,
And swing their lies like braided rope.
Yet still I rise, though torn and bruised,
Refusing to be so misused.
For truth, though quiet, holds its ground—
And Slanderella will be drowned.
Whispers spread behind my back,
Like poison in a winding track.
To speak of me when I’m not near
Is coward’s way, and crystal clear.
I’m far from perfect, that you know—
But dragging me down steals your glow.
Words like knives, they cut and tear,
Leaving wounds that aren’t fair.
Respect begins where silence ends,
Not with betrayal dressed as friends.
If you have nothing kind to say,
Then keep your poison — it’s not okay.
Despite your intelligence mimicry,
You still come far short in your gimmickry,
Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces,
Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces.
Nights without sleep to pen wonders on sheet,
Yet a lame detector brands one a cheat,
An app claiming to be a true genius ~
Is far from being labeled ingenious.
How long will your pretence rule human minds,
Before you're swept off by the southern winds,
That your charade may stop to fool the world,
And your foolishness may at last unfurl.
Strange how your fanbase keeps on increasing,
Even the most smart, you're daily fleecing,
These cursed detectors come in many brands,
Some free – yet some charge dollars and rands.
I'm amazed you didn't claim this was by you,
This bitter pill, your pride has had to chew,
But that won't stop me from calling you out,
To nip in the bud your infamous clout.
My Habit
You say I eat a lot—
But a lot eats me.
I got stress I can’t tame,
Hate that drives me insane.
So many therapists I can't name,
Yet still love you and can't cause you shame.
Before you judge me based on my order,
Saying I have an eating disorder—
Ask:
What the hell in this world is in order?
You don’t see the hate,
The anger,
The envy I swallow with my food.
You just say, “Nah, dude.”
You think I don’t already know
You’re ashamed of my belly?
But I don’t care lately,
'Cause food tells me: “Take it easy.”
It’s not that I can’t control my eating.
It’s just your drama,
Your perfect bodies—
They make me overthink.
And I hate that.
But I can’t scream...
So I overeat.
So next time you say,
"Here’s something small to eat,"
I’ll pass—
Because I overheat.
Look, sugar…
I love you.
But this?
This is better than a trillion tattoos.
'Cause you stress me out with everything you do.
I hope you understand if you love me too.
So what do you say...
A buffet for two?
By Little One and Nova
Heavy is the head that holds the crown
I desire to be his purple peace
When the world is beating him down
May he know he can come to me
I’ll kiss away your turquoise tears
And block all the negativity
Together we will face white fears
And create consistent chocolate peace
The heart of a man is a priceless Pearl
That he may hide due to necessity
Mental health moments not just for girl
A good cry and peace of mind all need
Have you ever seen a man cry
If not it is likely due to stigma sadly
Be a helpmate that he can rely
With God to create heart so happy
Men often fight wars in the service
Come home to then deal with ptsd
Often spouses are feeling nervous
Not knowing just what the man needs
Love is a small but powerful force
And it may not be the cure all
But before parting in denim divorce
Let loyalty and compassion stand tall
I’ve seen so many people torn
By life and death and silver sacrifice
I admire each conscious king born
And pray peace and resilience in your life