The so-called "scientists" don't know jack.
Tune out CNN journalists and abandon
The network. It's a mine of misinformation.
Completely reject science; it's totally whack;
Don't believe everything you see or hear.
Whatever you do, do not drink tap water.
The fluoride the previous administrations
Mixed in it, a cognitive frequency trap.
It has to be! My fellow illuminati said so!
Tap water teems with parasitic amoeba.
It's the quickest way to a wicked diarrhea
And a host of other untold ailments.
Ah, yes! Watch out for lead poisoning,
Which killed so many folks in Flint, Michigan.
What? Have you been living under a rock?
Watch out for that abdominal pain
And bloody stool. Oh, you better believe
It was well documented on the dark web.
I'm more informed than the intelligentsia.
Trust me, do not drink tap water.
It contains bacteria and more mercury
Than you'll find in a great white shark.
Only drink bottled water, the Aquafina kind!
Wake up, smell the coffee, you sheeple,
And get with the illuminati program!
Life teems with unexpected wonders waiting just ahead, urging us onward. Living people have fun. They play, laugh,sing and relax. They talk, yell, cry and stay silent if they feel like it. Living holds so much meaning and purpose. The living take care of others: small, young, old, sick, and even healthy humans. They grow up, the children, and carry on their parents' jobs. Only to get old, so they can be taken care of, by their own daughters and sons. They love each other very much and will always cherish these special moments.
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
120.
Flower on Electricity
Mountains crumble
Seas tremble
Tornadoes giggle
Fireballs fall
Sky's filled with electrons
Earth teems with protons
Electric currents are on
On this day of Armageddon
Lightnings are scratching
The land in searching
For a mouse that's hiding
In a flower blooming.
-04/25-26/2012
(Dumarao)
*for Comp. Prog. poem in Salingsing Issue of 1st Sem., AY 2011-12
Turn where the willow's tears still fall,
And follow where the river's call,
Through meadows green beyond the wall,
Where whispers echo down the hall
Of ancient secrets, big and small.
Cross over bridges spun from dreams,
Through shimmering, sun-dappled streams.
The path forks left on fairy gleams,
To where the lonely star-seed teems
Upon a hill of pastel schemes.
And when the twilight paints the sky,
Where sleepy clouds go floating by,
You'll see a garden, low and high,
Where painted stones with magic lie,
Beneath the watch of one small fly.
A waterfall of silver sighs
Will lead you past the startled eyes
Of little gnomes who tell no lies,
To where the golden poppy tries
To touch the home that never dies.
"Lost, in a fight for survival, a man refuses to succumb to a harsh wilderness." - quote by poet.
A great aerial adventure comes to
A harrowing end for one man.
His hot air balloon malfunctions;
It comes crashing down in the middle
Of a vast sea of trees.
He is quite fortunate to be alive,
But sustained injuries in the crash.
He shot his flare gun up in the air;
The only one in his possession.
T'was all for naught. Now what?
He has combed through the crash site
For his dislocated phone in vain.
Rainy jungle, untamed; It's no place to wait
For rescue. Wild animals roam here;
It teems with insects and snakes, too.
On the move with a badly broken leg,
He beats his way through the undergrowth
Back to civilization. Danger lurks
In every corner, but with strong faith
And resourcefulness, he pushes forward...
Written: June 22, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Joseph May
Image #1
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Pristine splendor, saunter dark path
I glimpse mandrakes in sparkling gleams
Orrery hymns swirl in sharp wrath—
Pristine splendor
I hope my tender truism teems
The delights of daylight might bathe
In aureate blooms and blest beams
Shades of lilac writhe through dark lath,
Hushing zephyrs, snuggle word-streams
Heart lilt, bearing proud thorns of cath—
Pristine splendor
Take my outstretched hand...
Come away with me, my dearest.
There is a special place for us...
Our paradise; a wondrous departure
From this crazy, maddening world.
There, we'll be lost in a world of magic
Let's escape beyond the rainbow's end
And be free to happily float about
With abandon like carefree butterflies.
'Tis a peaceful Xanadu only we know.
It teems with such beauty and wonder
Eve chose neither red nor green between these,
Eat, sweetened me' feet needn't desert Eden,
Keep earthen delved deep beneath heightened trees,
Heedless sell serpent issue agreed in.
Centuries teems decades, millennium,
Free Verse verses' a-peck-o-peppers-herbs,
Elves live in teepees Sumer pole Autumn,
Presley name per some steep fee minced-free verbs.
Requirements necessary--get there,
Senseless feather-headed time essential,
Execute effectiveness engineer,
Acquiescence evidence credential.
Set preferences effectuate a theme,
Elevate efforts of the letter E.
As the blade searches for the life of me,
The torment glides the blade with certainty,
Deeper the journey as my body writhe,
The pain lingers as I'm denied relief,
Suspicion mingles with the bloodied juice,
The greediness of data drowns and mutes,
Deliverer plunge to my conviction,
Released of a wretched disposition,
Partakes in the regime of the soulless,
Contorted body claim to Earthiness,
Life teems, trilled sound, grass greenery, central,
city's heart beats onward, minus a soul.
Had all of it, all I forfeit, help me,
Your will is what will, now, let me be free ...
Clement weather is often just my dream.
I don’t mind wispy white clouds way up high,
or marshmallow ones topped with whipping cream.
Alas, brooding nimbus are drawing nigh,
I yearn for azure skies and one sunbeam!
Raindrops fall, I hear them pitter-patter,
then hail stones bounce upon my brand new car.
I daren’t go outside and watch them batter
my garden, too. Ice storms are so bizarre
and their crashing makes such a loud clatter!
Rain still teems down, it’s been pouring for hours.
Where’s the warm sunshine, and vivid rainbow?
Torn to shreds will be my lovely flowers,
trellis of sweet peas, just starting to grow.
How I loathe these sudden April showers!
Dark clouds start to lift, a rainbow appears.
Sun’s peeking through a minute patch of blue.
Prisms of colour, I’ve so adored for years.
I’ll venture out to get a better view
for such a welcomed sight moves me to tears
A tree is a tree,
whether small or tall, but free,
touch it to feel its vibes,
watch it to feel its hues.
Spring delights trees,
Blossoms bloom, fragrance teems,
Bees and birds taste the nectar so sweet,
Touch and feel the hope of future meet.
Oblivious to summer heat and wind,
shelters the birds and bees in kind,
Stands tall for selfless service with elegance,
Keeps engraved love message forever with grace.
Autumn trees display glamour of falling colorful leaves,
gloom and doom of loneliness intensifies,
The leaves get trampled, twirled around in swirling wind,
Get close to a tree to feel the lonesome sadness in mind.
The winter trees, standing bare bones,
Cold rain and snow freezing its bones,
With branches raised, reaching for the sky,
Inviting divinity, survival spirits fly.
Through Her Eyes
It’s through her eyes, that hide her cries,
one sees into her soul
which feigns the fears and teems with tears
that time cannot console.
She’s heard the rhymes of ancient times
as elders tell their tale;
how strangers manned and took the land
and claimed to their avail.
The tribes were sent without relent,
to reservations far,
without a thought of anguish brought
which fused a lasting scar.
As hardships flailed along the trail,
they left their trail of tears,
and still today they’re held at bay
with passing of the years.
I wonder how life could allow
this girl of tender age
to bear such pain without restrain
and never turn the page.
Perhaps it’s we, too blind to see
the truth of yesterdays,
and through her eyes we should surmise
the error of our ways.
May 22, 2023
A big thank you to Susan Lawrence for letting me post this wonderful piece of art with my poem!
At ten the road is seldom marked.
Mile markers are closer at ninety.
The road of life is long or short,
depending on where you are.
The in between is often seen
with crystalline clarity and purpose.
Living graciously is being serene
just to be where you are.
Spring seems so much brighter
when you waltz in the rain.
The songs of life are lighter
with dreams of where you are.
Summer teems with heavier thoughts
that steal the dreams of yesterday
and fuel the guilt-laden sun spots
to spell you from where you are.
Pay attention as soon Fall sparks
a healing breath of beauty and color.
The quiet before stormy skies marks
the environment where you are.
When Winter blows bold bright cold
and whisks away your impermanent place,
it apportions it to a younger soul.
So acquiesce to be where you are.
rotten old giant
teems with new life anyway
living in the past
a rock thwarts progress
and it also holds things up ~
location is king
a weed and a tree
all that distinguishes them ~
the passage of time
a very small vine
can bring lofty ambitions
crashing to the ground
a trail to nowhere
is so named by one who lacks
imagination
delight is highly
contagious, spread by children
unmasked in the woods
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for the UPTO YOU Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 02/10/23
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