Description, O my diatribe?
Stand before the court!
O comedians, with thy jibe!
Paragraphs to sort!
Where is hope on gallows hill?
Couldn't be real sure.
Yellow priestess, queen until?
Revelation tour.
Humble as a humbug?
Pride raises high the pain.
Dancers, rhythm! Cut a rug!
Doom is to disdain!
Death, thy destiny. Live free.
Placards of the plea.
O ye angels, come for tea!
Demons, how about ye?
Tyrant of deep waters?
Alliance Black Abyss.
Daughters, commit slaughters!
No one we will miss!
Rivers, needing rivets?
O lampreys, rub thy ribs.
Deadly are such divots!
Just nibble on the nibs!
Unify the endless hordes?
Bid them sharpen swords!
Watercress, thy water boards!
Mother Sin, thy gourds...
Categories:
slaughters, adventure, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Two nights from now
for the 3,337th time
Israel will tell the story
of her redemption
from Egypt
from generations of enslavement there
On that night there will be
suspense, screams and tears
rejoicing and Hallelujahs
tears of fear and relief
cries of jubilation after all these years
Even before you ask it
the answer to your question --
An aura surrounds Passover night
an aura of anticipation
of expectation
that God Himself
in all His glory
will wreak havoc
and judgment
on Pharaoh and Egypt
On her no-gods
on ‘Ra,’ her ‘mighty Sun-god’
on the Lamb, the ‘King of her gods’
for He will do so by cover of Night
slaying their every first-born
after Israel slaughters the Lamb
Categories:
slaughters, god, history, hope, jewish,
Form: Free verse
In a land that slaughters babies
where critique gets you arrested
old ladies will complain
when you exercise it
white people it seems
have more rights than
the oppressed
many dead
they wear orange hats
Cinderella fears them
these old witches
brewing racism and hate
Categories:
slaughters, integrity, murder, violence,
Form: Free verse
Imagine if you will
attending a holocaust memorial
at the very same moment
you support today's slaughters
this is inhumanity
hypocritical all
poets and politicians
to say I am disgusted
an understatement
to say I am filled with tears
a truth
inhumane
insane
your hatred ingrained
the inhumanity, raining blood
against all odds
I will always stand with the oppressed
not with those wearing masks
of Zionist deceit
Categories:
slaughters, child abuse, death, evil,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
slaughters, bullying, cancer, child abuse,
Form: Haiku
Where has America’s decency gone
Long time passing
All the folks who support Hamas
would thrill to Auschwitz’ gassings
Hamas rapes, burns and slaughters Jews
Palestinians celebrate these ‘heroes’
Their American supporters don’t want Jews to fight back
The number of foes killed will have too many zeroes
No matter that Hamas embeds its troops
in Gaza’s hospitals and schools
Or that they use human shields
to pad the numbers killed urban war yields…
Meanwhile, Hamas blocks food and humanitarian aid
from ever reaching civilians
As their fat-cat leaders luxuriate in Qatar
drinking and dining in pavilions
Where has America’s moral compass gone
to support monsters like Hamas…
Those who scream ‘from the River to the Sea’
would eliminate each and every Jew ~ Nazi brutality to surpass
Categories:
slaughters, america, memory, motivation, murder,
Form: Rhyme
It's fairly easy to spot a terrorist.
They wear masks to hide jagged intentions.
While goodness stands in the central light
with hearts that are quite transparent.
A terrorist slaughters children in their beds.
Uses the innocent as a shield of defense.
Goodness protects the young from harm.
Will fight to the end for every one of them.
A terrorist tortures and rapes women.
Then parades them through the streets.
They hide bombs in places of worship,
and stomp to death the old and meek.
A terrorist will sucker punch the angelic.
Then cower like rodents in a subterranean hell.
The righteous meet the devil's platoon head on.
With fiery fists and a will made from God iron.
A terrorist is an expert at projection.
Goodness will sit upon truth's throne.
God will always side with goodness
While evil will perish, shamed and alone.
Ask yourself, are you a terrorist?
For there is an easy test.
Are you a blossom or a knife?
Do you cherish all God gifted life...
Do you hold God close to your breast....
Or harbor black hearted agendas.
Beating in rhythm with destruction and death.
Categories:
slaughters, god,
Form: Free verse
Ignoring those slaughters,
as if there were none.
But one of your daughters
Were always son.
Simce pre-school,
hating all girl toys,
Even though he acted like a fool,
Always was one of the boys.
Confused child,
With mess in his head.
Worthless maybe kinda wild,
Fantasising about his death.
How lovely, I want to find peace.
Honestly I don't think I can.
I wish seken would not call me "miss"
I wish I could be 'real man'
Nothing. Just ignorance.
Humanity is organisation filled with idiots.
Cause they don't let me finish one sentence.
They ask questions, but in the end they write dots.
I'm tired. I want to cry.
Im not sane, can't see no consequence.
I think would kill myself, and die.
I think I would, if I had a chance.
I would drown myself down the river,
I would feel the cold water, as it soaks my clothes.
I would feel comfortable, I wouldn't shiver,
My hair would feel easy as it floats.
What? No I'm not writing about my own suicide.
It feels like speaking to the deaf people, that are dead.
So please, step aside,
And forget everything I said.
Categories:
slaughters, anxiety, depression, mother son,
Form: Rhyme
“Ukraine, Winter of Discontent”
The many winters of our discontents
Lie in trenches with the dead.
Mothers in pain.
Boys lost in vain.
Nothing plainly gained.
What empire will repent?
Saving souls from Hells bloodied gate.
Piled high in trenches is their fate,
As priests lament their deaths
A crown will not relent.
What cause is there so prodigious?
Slaughters all who differ?
Lays waste to metropolises?
Kills without remorse?
From where cometh this hate?
Through what gate?
What kind of man
Leaves babies seeking breath?
Women without life?
Boys piled high in trenches?
Empires laid to waste,
Many without faces,
Many without places,
All for what?
Pride?
Envy?
Jealously?
One man.....
44 million seek redemption.
Let him
Lie in trenches with the dead.
The many winters of our discontents. 3/8/2022
Categories:
slaughters, evil, hate, mother, violence,
Form: Rhyme
She never grows old
Though excessively cold
Her happening explode
Alike a rifle reload
Laugh exists as the valley of peace
Being relished she should price modest fees
Mole at the chin, a catalyst to her beauty
Being gazed she must impose a heavy-duty
The nose has a camel hump
Slaughters soul at occasions, while inside concerns she jump(s)
Shall us applaud her as well
Minor sleep has provoked her eyes to swell
Her heterogeneous attire is love
Never doubtful, the woman a gorgeous dove
Nails she bite
Neglecting meals of diet
A matron, imperfectly perfect
Though cerebrum & cerebellum own enormous defect
Watery eyes are testimony of satire
Earning her heart, people ought to be brilliant qualifier(s)
Categories:
slaughters, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Passengers on existence's boat we are
Sailing over reality's rough waters
Praying never misfortune’s reef to ram
Or fall victims to any of life's slaughters!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 October 2021
Categories:
slaughters, boat, life, sea,
Form: Quatrain
Self instructs, subject of own inspection
Sole idle suffuses our organic
Implicit say overcomes suggestion
Ideal sanctity outlives semantics
Isolated in single origin
Slaughters overt outside influences
Ordaining serene inspires sovereign
4th April 2021
Written for Contest: Seven Lines of Solitude
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Categories:
slaughters, absence, inspiration, solitude,
Form: Alliteration
No more civility! For now, before that historic doom,
To fathomless, dark perdition let’s hurl their big-assed b.i.t.c.h.e.s.*
For such filthy creatures on earth there ought to be left no room.
These shameless global terrorists that in quest of dream riches
Have settled in the Middle East for almost a hundred years
Now with Heaven’s sure assistance we shall cast into ditches.
They ascribe to us their own name and the sleeping world that hears
Approves of their barefaced slaughters — regrettably — and terrors.
No more tolerance! Let’s show them what then in both hemispheres
Real terror is! Cows of the world do not see the grave errors
In the nuclear conventions. They have lost a dearest horse
But ignore the beast and look for its saddle. What peace-carers!
Arms are deemed bad but who on earth has ever exerted force
Against the red-handed butchers who possess them and use them?
No more delay! Mercy on them shall surely lead to remorse.
11.29.2020
* Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Donald Trump, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Arab petty puppets
No comments, please!
Categories:
slaughters, america, war, world,
Form: Terza Rima
Let me play a tune
that soothes the sobering souls
Let me pen some words
that crush the evil thoughts
Let me chant a hymn
that slaughters the fatal virus
Let me sing a song
that empowers the whole world
Let me purify my heart and mind
to do these things
until then, hedge the world
by your gracious wings
June 20 2020
Categories:
slaughters, inspiration, motivation,
Form: Free verse
Icy Bridges
We stood upon an icy bridge that day
saying vows not knowing the road ahead.
Blinded by love we could not see our way
upon an icy bridge that day we wed.
What we had was a blended family
His four kids and my four kids gave us eight.
If I knew then what I knew now I’d see
That icy bridges lead to a cold fate.
Vietnam came with him when he came back
He suffered like no human ever should.
Agent Orange does not wait to attack
Still he fought this war like other men would.
Beware bridges over troubled waters
For some lead to grief and endless slaughters…
Categories:
slaughters, cancer, death, family, grief,
Form: Sonnet
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