Knighted under the blood moon while
Inside he felt only loving-compassion,
Nevertheless, he was to subjugate without mercy.
Gaining territory based solely on hereditary menace,
Only to be diffused in imperial will by the joyous allowance of being,
Frontier-ed outwards he was by order of the magistrates to dominate outer lands.
The secret solace being the souls of all he encounters within the guise of a hateful army.
Earthen-bound he meets all with grace and reverence in loving-secret, ir-
-Redeemably spreading like a viral ghost love.
Reigning in plain sight of the magistrates,
Only two verses were left.
Readers everywhere are left--bereft.
The flawless Nebraskan sky hummed her blue tunes as I drove to work along that silent gravel road. Elegant white clouds wept as they gazed upon the chaos and dead innocence unfolding across the country.
I stared ahead as adrenaline carried me toward town and the need to begin again. The sounds of screams that had jolted me from my television still jolted my heart. Fireballs of horror exploded within my frightened soul.
Hours passed as I tortured my mind with gruesome details no one should ever have to know. Falling bodies and broiled flesh were too horrifying to imagine. The thought of a looming war was beyond my comprehension.
One quarter of a century has passed since that unimaginable Day.
If you don't remember that Day, then I envy you.
If you do remember that Day, then I hope Peace has adopted you.
We spent the summer of '99 waiting for the sky to break.
The old seer had promised us a king—
not of crowns or gold, but of sheer terror,
dropping from the heavy heat of July.
People pulled what they needed from the ink.
Some swore it was the third beast waking up,
a fundamentalist storm ready to swallow the map,
while others just saw the familiar rot of politics
finally bursting into a global fire.
Either way, the dread sold a lot of paperbacks.
The prophecy became a ghost in the movie theaters,
a blockbuster specter we could safely watch
while pretending the end of the world was just entertainment.
The world didn't end, but the earth keeps shaking.
With every new war on the evening news,
every disaster that leaves a city in the dark,
somebody always dusts off the quatrains again.
We tell ourselves it's just a myth,
until the horizon bruises,
and we catch ourselves looking up.
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
Twenty-five years on there are many lessons
Learned and still waiting from 9/11.
When American history is reviewed
Only a few clear days stand out,
Boston Tea Party, Pearl Harbor, World Trade Center
Yet how many Americans know these days,
And how many even care?
That’s lesson one.
New York City now has a Muslim mayor
Openly sympathetic to the terrorist jihad
That made that day something to celebrate
Making him at least a “Terrorist-lite”.
Somehow in the place least expected
The world has been turned upside down.
That is lesson two.
9/11 of course changed America
Paving the way for a new world order
A war on terror and surveillance state.
Which despite all misgivings, all assurance
It would soon be over and go away
We have accepted
And so it now appears just here to stay;
A sad and sobering lesson three
For a land of the free based in liberty.
What comes next, what’s left to learn?
That for liberty to last it must be earned.
(9/6/26)
818.
War on Terror ni Pres. Duterte
May 8 magagandang nagawa
Si Pres. Duterte sa bansa
“War on Terror” ay isa na rito
Laban sa terorismo sa bansang ito
May Bangsamoro Organic Law na
May Anti-Terror Law pa
Sa tulong ng kasundaluhan
Terorismo't terorista ay nabawasan.
-03/28/2022
(Dumarao)
*8 Magagandang Nagawa ni Pres. Duterte sa Bansa
(77th Birthday of PDuterte)
My Worst Enemy Is Anger
On the fire of anger I burned alone,
With dust of anxiety and a heart of stone.
Rage broke the peace of my beloved kingdom,
And left me wandering, lost and numb.
Like history did when two cities fell,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki knew that hell.
Buried in dust, in fire’s cruel breath,
Humanity died in a second of death.
Terrifying rays turned day to night,
Everything to ashes in one white light.
Generations faced the weight of rage,
A scar written on time’s own page.
Poisoned skies became a nightmare cover,
Anger destroyed what love could never.
In one decision, worlds were torn,
And innocence was left forlorn.
Yet one tree remained, its roots held tight,
A ginkgo standing through endless night.
No leaves, no hope, but still it grew,
A quiet vow that life breaks through.
So I lay down anger, my worst enemy,
And choose the green where I am free.
From ash and sorrow, let mercy bloom —
Let healing, not rage, fill every room.
Our oppressors have pretended to surrender power,
Yet, beneath the white mask of their false alliance,
They bind our peoples to their dominion,
And doom our lands to the tears of a black winter.
Through secret pacts they devour all our gold,
Installing crowned lackeys to remain in place,
While, beneath the yoke, our people weep,
And watch our vast and precious treasure flee into exile.
It is a theft without cannon, a silent crime,
That casts humanity’s cradle into an anxious cold,
To steal from children their noble destiny.
But Africa’s voice, deep within remembrance,
Proudly rejects the chain in its disguise,
And raises the free man toward his future.
Buchenwald Bergen Belsen Belzec Auswitz Birkenau..Advertized as kibutz
Camps 1940 s designs, live now as this
Ages macarb'e museums, attractions of
Evil madness i find.' Generating payments
That get siphoned to wars.' They are temples to manna, steeped in past agonys..Into current atrocitys i am almost
Sure.? I am not reflecting on Jews far and
Near for there will be many who are not guilty of ultra earthly zionisam, yet i realize there is more, i see a satanic circle
Of distinct groups nominally Christian Jewish Islamic Hindu Buddist Zen under
satan..In cahoots each sect stirrs its followers to cause some bad event, then its the turn of another.' This way they circumvent.? Discovery of their methods
The public perception is always skewed..az they melt in and out of the shadow world that enables their attacks
On you.' Or whoever they next intend to do.!
Painting: The Scream by Edvard Munch
my sweaty palms grip
the sides of my head
eyes wide with terror
a shrill scream rises
in my throat
my stomach is twisted
in Gordion knots
my feet are welded
to the pavement
my knees begin
to buckle
I feel thirty pairs of eyes
staring straight
through me
suddenly my mood
dissipates
thank goodness the tiny
green garter snake
has darted into the bushes
the sharks were in a tizzy, terror Tee was on her way
She was a giant red octopus who did not have much to say
but she wrestled sharks to their death, she was a terror true
We tried to hide in the coral reef, me and my uncle Stew
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a kaiser
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
OLD DOMINION U
ALSO A SYNAGOGUE TOO
TRUMP BILLS COMING DUE
Take your pick
Jihadi attack on a synagogue here
A college campus, or night club there
Or maybe even a spontaneous bombing
Of an organized protest about the very threat
Such a bombing so clearly proves.
Each day you have your pick,
Freedom of speech you might say
Now morphed into freedom of murder,
Each of us free to choose
Where we come down
In the endless war on terror.
(3/12/26)
He won’t ever be satisfied
till he strikes fear in the heart
of each and every citizen.
The reign of terror is upon us,
rode in on a chariot of lies.
No one believed it would blow up
so insanely out of control
but sure enough chaos is upon us
like a colossal ripe pimple
having reared its ugly head.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Cold nights lead me to shoulderd days. My eyes don't see beyond my grave.
The fog has cleared my way. Still, I walk as though in a haze.
When will I be back to lay by the trees? I know I've forgotten the way, but I believe I'll find it still.
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