This is war
Babies are being killed
No justice
For the innocents
Just injustice
No real peace
Deadly bombs
Blood painting the sad streets
Criminals
Are ubiquitous
Even in the sewers
Poor babies
Are summarily executed
What a shame
The truth is handcuffed
And shackled
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
North and South
No justice
West and East
There's no peace
And yes, no justice
In the deadly bloody streets
Civilians are killed
Elders are baffled
No cease fire
Stop the injustice
The devils
Are roaming the streets
Bombardments
Are ubiquitous
Where is God
In this brouhaha
Stop fooling
The whole universe
Stop the lies
No democracy
It doesn't rhyme
With evil
But hypocrisy
Does not rhyme
Either with Hell
Stolen land
Is not an award
A reward
Is complicated
The Nobel Prize
Is unwarranted
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
By no means
By any means available
And unavailable
We want peace
Friendship and justice.
Copyright© February, 2024, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
'A land of milk and honey' *
not to be exploited for money
Goats and sheep were banned
from grazing and ruining the land
Bearded Sages, the environment protected
the profit motive summarily rejected
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*Numbers 14:8; Deuteronomy 31:20.
The Talmud records the ban on
goats, whose milk Ancient Israel
was 'flowing with.'
In ivory towers, oblivious reigns,
Blind to the weight of scholarly chains,
Reports unread, insights ignored,
The fruits of labour, rashly scored.
Heads turn away from midnight oil,
Unseeing depths of earnest toil,
Quality dismissed with careless ease,
As if research grew on trees.
Passion exploited, dedication scorned,
Complexity of thought, summarily shorn,
"Just another paper," they decree,
Failing to grasp what they can't see.
Understanding falters at the gate,
Where ignorance sits in high estate,
Dismissing years of careful thought,
As if such work was dearly bought.
In halls of power, a tragic play,
Where value's judged by yesterday,
And those who push the bounds of knowing,
Find recognition never growing.
O, the irony of learned spaces,
Where wisdom often hides its traces,
And those entrusted with the helm,
Fail to fathom their realm.
~THE USA NATION~
Observe, the very last of boys and girls.
Teachers decide now if they might be birds?
Educators, these, are also high above you.
Parents’ rights are summarily eschewed!
The once proud Red,White and Blue nation.
Now but a raging transgender sensation!
5/3/2023
A thousand lighted kites sent aloft
Remembering those who’ve lost their lives
In our hearts there’s a place that is soft
Children who should’ve never faced gunfire
The unimaginable took them from us
Were they with us, they would inquire
What did you do when guns proliferated,
When the mentally ill roamed the streets,
While our futures were summarily obliterated?
We will stare dumbfounded without reply
We will send a thousand lighted kites aloft
We will ask, as they do, why?
Written November 9, 2022
Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.
Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.
I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.
Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.
Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.
Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres
Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.
Here lies Emmett Kermit Lavender
Whose time was summarily cut short
When he insulted his English professor
With an unnecessarily caustic retort
written April 26, 2022
I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream
My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence
Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"
Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape
Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and
Activated the sensory-absorbing module
Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed
I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me
Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!
Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to
Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!
04.16.22
Once was a smart, forward-thinking young lady in Gloucester
Her wayward-thinking lover she summarily oustered
Since his libido he couldn’t control,
Ceremoniously, he had to go
And soon, thereafter, he became a carnival rouster.
written December 4, 2021
Burrowed beneath billowing bedding
Eyes strain to lift leaden lids
Sleepy slumber
Summarily shaken off
Dreams disengaged
Reality recognised
A glance at the clock
To check it is really morning
And the day can begin
A stretch and a yawn
The body unfurled
Ready to rinse and repeat
The cycle of daily rituals
And chores
With vim and vigour
Oh, how we strive
To embrace and conquer
Each today with fresh eyes
With keen hope
And good intent
Till spent,
Time and energy melts away
And sleep again
Heralds another tomorrow
And a farewell to this day
Burrowed beneath billowing bedding
Eyes strain to lift leaden lids
Sleepy slumber
Summarily shaken off
Dreams disengaged
Reality recognised
A glance at the clock
To check it is really morning
And the day can begin
A stretch and a yawn
The body unfurled
Ready to rinse and repeat
The cycle of daily rituals
And chores
With vim and vigour
Oh, how we strive
To embrace and conquer
Each today with fresh eyes
With keen hope
And good intent
Till spent,
Time and energy melts away
And sleep again
Heralds another tomorrow
And a farewell to this day
O' LIVE Sweet TAPS We Miss Thee
Whoever thought it would come to this?
Live TAPS for the dead are dismissed.
The live bugle is silent. It's no longer real.
It's as dead as respect. It's a callous repeal.
Now technology's robot waits in the wings,
And a CD spits out the sound.
To think that TAPS have come to this,
And no humans come around.
This one last human act of respect,
Should never be summarily dismissed.
Instead we owe homage to what they gave,
To our heroes who no longer exist.
Few debts can be paid to those heroes,
Call out for LIVE TAPS to be played.
Instead of robots, send buglers,
Where our veteran bodies are laid
LIVE TAPS are the ultimate honor,
For heroes who lay in the ground.
Demand no less than living lips
To bestow that Bugler's sound.
Amazing these creatures.
They keep coming back to build a nest on my porch.
I say no, but they do not listen.
Without asking , they build anyway.
So I knock it down again and again and again.
Birds are psychotic I say, but just maybe it's me
I quite enjoy the battle.
After a time I ask why.
Why do they keep coming back.
Then it dawns and I see no leaves in the trees.
Oh I think. They are not psychotic at all.
They are so smart. My porch shelters them from the weather, which
I say in a psychotic way.
Maybe im insane instead. Doing the same thing over and over
expecting a different end to the story.
Now wait a minute!
So do they.
In the metal setting
Melted woman
Tire hairs
Smile like mercury
Will arrive to eat breakfast
To their blood
Green “ nihilism”
Inject
(Toward scared funfairs
The way to come, always way
Came which rolled out
With mother’s blood)
At the doors
Warrant’s lights, to turn-on or off or
According to he is of the essence
Been shined
To make disappear
“Can be?” on the road
That is)
“ Culture is the best weapon”
Summarily ,you are
Union , you are not possible
Thwelt Di Nwe
1. CELESTIAL 2. BESMIRCH 3. PINION 4. THROES 5. SOJOURN 6. LISSOME 7. FIRMAMENT 8. REPOSE.
HE had just completed the FIRMAMENT
and everything CELESTIAL
The vegetational implements
and the living things beastial --
When the creature most LISSOME
Within skin the most handsome
Enticed the first humans
To partake fruit forbidden.
Then, Adam and Eve, in the THROES
of their sin, could no more REPOSE
in the Garden that was Eden
And were summarily sent forth
to SOJOURN the vast Earth.
And the snake, justly BESMIRCHED,
was evermore PINIONED to turf!
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