The first modern man and honest human
A lone father from Plato’s Republic
An innocent dove corrupted by man
But who learned how to play his soul’s music
Though his flesh by decree was frail and sick
Whose love was philosophy with her veils
Though he was pelted with rocks by man's gales
Now on the island where angels still cheep
Far from the noise of mortal tattletales
Little Chateau, the happy land of sleep
Why don’t they teach you in school
all the different ways of people
the narcissists need to control
their treatment that turns cold
the manipulators need to hold
separating heart from soul
We do not see evil deeds until it is our time to bleed
the tricksters lies to deceive, the rule book they will never read,
emotional blackmail or coercion killing the dream of the person
the tattletales fictional version always depicting who is the worse one
Because those who don’t play by the rules
don’t stop until you’re miserable
teaching what’s not taught in school
so you learn after the fall
Mental health is on a scale
success as easy as the fail
yet with no method to tell
behaviour heading straight for Hell
so in this world made of people
we cannot detect what’s lethal
taught things which we have no need for
psychology is what we should teach more
Armour up our mental health
protecting us from someone else
just some knowledge there to help
so we see evil deeds in stealth
A radar to protect oneself
armed to save our mental health
Remember yesterday
Remember the old days
Remember what we used to say
Remember the plays
Oh! We shall never forget
Because we are not set yet
Remember the luscious trips
Remember the hot lips
Remember the posh hotels
Remember the teeny motels
Oh! We shall not go into details
Oh! Remember the tattletales
Remember, remembrance
Of the good stuff and the nonsense
Remember, remember
When we were younger
Now we’re older, smarter
And wiser, we act dumb and dumber
Nobody knows why that we are like that
Thank God, we’re still normal and not fat
Like the strangers and the neighbors who are spying
And harassing us from winter to spring
Remember the good and bad times
That’s life. That’s letting the words and the rhymes
Flow like streams and rivers in autumn
The yellow leaves swim and slide per ton
Remember everything without discriminating
As we ponder, wonder, sigh, dream, and sing
And swing apart somewhere
Remember, remember.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The wall would not hinder my fall,
the tumble i take for memory’s sake.
Childhood sees fairylands, vast —
but as small as a neighborhood lake.
The woods with its creek and crawfish,
an older kid pinching friend’s shirt, kicking
breathtakingly loud over the ground.
The girl ought not get her feet wet,
too sensitive and shy, not a tomboy.
We’d run back to the consoling wall,
with bunny paws, spring to our mamas’ ground,
never speak of tattletales…
after all, it was my friend’s fault
for perusing the big boys fort.
My sweet baby sister (AKA the traitor)
Has radars for ears and the mind of a spy,
She eavesdrops, twists facts, and then tattletales,
And proudly serves mom an elaborate lie.
I sweet talked, I begged, I bribed then I threatened,
Locked her in the bathroom and turned off the light,
I secretly hoped that she would get better:
It got better indeed, not sis, but her spite!
She listened in to the private confession
About the boy crush that I shared with a friend,
She posted it promptly on-line, no discretion
No mercy, no sisterhood! Viral it went!
That sure was the last camel back-breaking straw!
Eavesdropped and Exposed!!!- an egregious offence!
Should be charged, prosecuted and punished by law,
With no chance of parole, appeal or defense!
December, 14, 2019
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