She runs in just a pair of old socks
The public so often she shocks
arrest her they said
past the coppers she sped
Couldn't catch her over ten city blocks
front porch decor
bought from farmers' market
already seasoned
amish made corn shocks
stand in rows like toy soldiers
beneath setting sun
Money does not bring true happiness,
This does not exist. Money releases and smoothes
The daily burdens and responsibilities;
It is a relief that diminishes the worries.
Being healthy is the ultimate state of happiness;
Being wealthy is the hollow state of happiness.
The concerns of securities show-up on the screen,
Attack the consciousness, and destroy the spleen.
The fear of death makes it impossible to enjoy life fully.
Money is a well made-up chameleon, a toxic honey.
Money vanishes deceitfully and consistently like hot air balloon.
Money is full of surprises; it is indeed a well disguised buffoon.
Relax, do not live beyond the means; be simple and natural.
Be relevant, normal, more spiritual and less emotional.
Hebert Logerie
October 2013
harvest has ended
corn shocks made by Amish stand
lining empty fields
reflecting what ceases
a season from fully blooming.
Spring ‘21 was set to boost,
but mom died and I couldn’t
take those walks, except
down the aisle of shocks.
Autumn ‘22 brings covid
not a rousing stroll, indoors.
I have invited Autumn in.
H o p e - a door.
9/24/2022
Among the greatest of shocks
What some never from birth
Recover from. Life itself!
Living's for lack of mirth.
This one has all the symptoms.
Who cant abide in each;
Love's worthiness, their person.
Their world, as out of reach.
Sans further passion
.. of strong earthquakes in my chest ...
soft love full action ...
It's after the 'landslide?' Thieves stole the election!
This traitorous scum bag's a Russian invention,
But 'Charmin' (1) for Putin (that's on a good day!)
For the dark side of Trump's just black art on display!
Who’s sure what this Russian prick knows that we don't know?
His strength, the weak worship, on knees (that's 'for damn sho!'),
So sad (though it’s clear), the worst blackguards have pride,
But Trump prostitutes children! He's vacuum inside!
There'll never be 'wall,' Trump's 'top picks' terms in prison,
Their blood fouls saint's thoughts when 'land crocodile' (2) eats them
(Reality TV's so juicy!) Although
The best part of Trump's boners, the rainbows clouds grow!
Rich folk's lives reveal to the world that they're vassals,
Suggest to some peons' life's harder in castles,
Rich thinking perhaps they meow like a cat,
But when reckoning comes: will they squeak like a rat?
Long Tooth
August 16, 2018
Poet’s Notes:
(1) For those in the know ‘Charmin’ is what ‘privileged’ folks use to wipe
their tush!
(2) In the Malaysian language, a “Land Crocodile” is the phrase used to
describe a man who molests women, i.e., a playboy! What fun!
Sleeping in the bones of humanity
A fear snarls complications and apathy
As humid poverty dies ingesting vices
While tossing dice into the digital
Scream as surrealistic executions
Rifle through old files yellowed
The answer is never bound but held
Loosely by iron-hands of iron-men
As women wearing polite lies ring bells
Applauding ejaculations from hell
At once a sickness ferments lock-jaw
Gnashing us all with the fangs of its law
Until ghosts outline exoskeletons
Of crawling roaches behind a wall
Of painted flowers strangling sanity
As toxic exhalations whisper
Oblivion in a nanosecond shivers
Lilacs and perverted old men licking
Tremors of shouting and shaking
Entities hiding within decrepit norms
Digging for worms fishing for faces
Within the bubbling illusion of depth
There is a magnetic field
That is keeping my love sealed
A force so strong it is intense
Just like and electric fence
That shocks me each time we touch
But I just can't get enough
Of this static overflow
I am just about to blow
And release a shock so large
The amount of my discharge
Will send waves of love right through
The core, soul and heart of you
You will know my love is real
With the heat your body feels
The tazeing I will supply
Is coming out of my eyes
Beams of romance I will shoot
At you looking very cute
All this energy is warm
Like and electrical storm
Flashing bolts of big bright light
Making a romantic night
As I closed my eyes to sleep
I dreamt of that trench stinky and deep
That lovely place they called Da Nang
That I now recall with a terrible pang
The war had to be fought they said
I signed the slip and sped
As I lay bleeding in that hole
Men beside me broken and never would be whole
Mortars hitting hard with a thud
Blood mingled with sweat and mud
They walked with my half dead body
Amid corpses and earth all bloody
Booby traps were set everywhere
Marching forward for a destination unaware
The screams of friends who lay dying alone
Still echoed in my heart where it is sown
And now that the war was over
Why does every sound make me duck under cover?
By- Tahera Mannan
For Miranda’s ‘WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM’ Contest
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