It’s usually old men who pretend
They have something to lose
In sending younger stronger men
To war, it’s a selfish thing to do
If your youth abandoned you
You seek glory in other ways
As a fertile man in youth
Rarely did you save the day
Unless you were a veteran
Which most likely you were not
For if so you would know
About semper fi going in hot
You would be more aware
Of how it feels to lose a fight
When boots on the ground is a dare
And everyone will not survive
After the broadsword's been hammered
After the battle blade's been tempered
While all the forge fires clamored
Their blood's been Semper Fi simmered
Die cast, more molded metal men
Die classed, just one more axe to bear
Bold swings from the hip once again
Gold medals rip lead through the air
Molten metal men by the scores
Molting fallen families mourn
We stoke our fires to warm our wars
One more Semper Fi tempered born
He stood by
my cradle
And followed
my hearse
Unlocking
two portals
Both blessing
— and curse
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Thank you God
That I’m always a student
I abhor
The slaughters of the babies
Toddlers were killed dead
Young boys and girls were shot dead
Pregnant women were stabbed dead
That’s terror
Young men were executed
Young women were raped and killed
That’s horror
Women weren’t spared
Sick women were beat
Old men and women
Weren’t exempt
No error
Fuhrer is alive
Terrorism
Is not dead
Students have conscience
Leaders lie
The buildings are pulverized
Treaties ain’t for all
Blame a few
Murder is no joke
That’s death
True free speech
Is dead too
Students have conscience
They are always right
They make sense
They protest
No justice
Here on earth
No freedom
We wonder
We ponder
We differ
They conquer
Like wild beasts
There’s no peace
Terror, horror and revenge
I remain an alumnus.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Come sit with me, my darlings,
beneath this apple tree.
Come sit with me, my sweethearts,
Do you not sense? It's me.
Come sit with me, my lovelies,
all seasons of all years.
Come sit with me, my precious ones.
Come sit with me, my dears.
~ collaboration with T Kirk Tierney ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Our team lost today
lost yesterday too
the game before that
the one prior to that too
Seems they're on a losing streak
Is our team really that weak?
Or are the others too tough
and ours a creampuff?
Whatever the truth, I'm loyal still
I believe that our team surely will --
win a game or two someday soon
~ before the appearance
of the next blue moon
______________________________
The title means 'Ever Faithful' in Latin
by definition
of recognition
always waiting for
her next submission
a risky mission
it's never to late
in my admission to
send in the Maureens
I’m a victim of this life.
cursed by God, a poisoned mind
perhaps if I lacked the sight,
at peace I’d be, for beauty blinds.
I, a violent child.
Waterfalls, song, paintings and poem.
Mountains, thunder, this world and beyond it.
Heaven and hell, angels that fell
I stand among them, seeking their hell
for I am now cursed, cursed to be breathing,
so I make sure, I burn as I’m fleeting.
I, so, very tired
have lost all control.
I write what I feel, not what I hope.
For I am now stranded, on one lonely boat,
the storm it is rising, let’s hope I can float.
I, in search for divine
drink their poison, sweet as wine.
For the waves they calm through time.
Like a drop of rain would take a dive
in shallow ponds and thinks it’s climbed,
the sky to sink in oceans,
we grew to feast in lies
and now so pretty, red roses
ignorance is wise.
Donald Trump has lost his temper
It seems his fi is not semper
His corruption trail
Caused close friends to bail
Trump failed as Trusted Exemptor
For aught we know
Love sometimes plays two hearts...
There are times that
Love is ironic
We need to get hurt,
To love.
We need to lie
Just to tell the truth.
We need to feel the pain
In order to show that we really care.
We became strangers to ourselves.
When eccentric feelings
Strike us
Lonesomeness comes in
The road to real, true love
Did never run smooth
For it takes to travel the
Coarse, foggy, moments of relationship..
Sic Semper Trumpus
Sic Semper Trumpus;
Asi' son las maneras
De toda vida.
Diego Cuerno de Vaca
The Marine faced God
He had served his time in hell
"Come unto me Child"
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