(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Theft In the Name of Good
The rise in popularity of socialism
Especially amongst the religious
And not just the usual godless Left
Shows that theft has become a moral good
When used to fund one’s own pet projects.
Want to house the homeless? Tax the homed.
Want to educate the young? Tax the elderly.
Want to feed the poor? Tax the middle class.
Want to expand healthcare? Tax the rich.
Want to destabilize society? Tax everyone.
The bottom line is taxation is theft,
The taking from another involuntarily by force,
And we accept it as a necessary evil
Until it crosses the line into things we don’t support
Like the killing of babies, bombing of villagers,
Lining the pockets of corrupt officials and contractors,
Locking up the righteous while freeing the insane.
The bottom line is taxation is theft, and
Anyone who tells you otherwise and supports it
Is just another thief.
(9/9/25)
When you steal, it’s more than an object you take—
You sever a thread in the soul you forsake.
That bracelet? A gift from a mother now gone.
That wallet? A dream that someone leaned on.
Behind every item lies a story untold,
A piece of a life that was cherished and bold.
To you it’s just something—cheap, small, or fast,
But to them it’s a moment that never comes back.
You may not hear the silent cry,
Or see the look in their searching eye.
But a wound is made, silent and wide,
And something pure begins to die inside.
In taking what’s not yours to claim,
You tarnish your truth, you darken your name.
A flame within flickers low and cold,
And down a darker path, you’re pulled.
Yet there’s a choice before that fall—
To rise, to grow, to heed the call.
Learn the worth of honest trade,
And let your light shine undismayed.
Respect what’s theirs, find your own way.
Stealing may take, but it won’t ever pay.
Singularity
Epitome of clarity
Pitter patter rarely
Potter’s dreams can’t scare me
Still frame
New game
You and I are not the same
I ebb omen and I flow Roman
Never stopped, steamrollin’
The chosen showman
Man of the show
Light up like somethin you know
Attention with proper intention
Then disappear with your patterns
Trips around Saturn
One left and then one right turn
But never two lefts
Because two lefts makes a theft
A theft called circle
Conniving like Steve Urkel
I remember this one time
when I was nowhere near my prime
and somebody made off with my heart.
My mother watched in disbelief
and told me to chase the thief
and to stop giving in to grief.
I was falling behind in the race
so mom told me to pick up the pace
or to file a missing heart’s case.
I am still trying to reclaim
what was taken from my domain
because the four plugs are all that remain.
In lands where olive trees were once tended with care
echoes of laughter from the indigenous ones
beneath a sky where foreigners cast their lies
Where dreams were lost and all hope died
children's eyes opened wide with fear
memories of peace now blurred and unclear
Horrors whispered in the dark of night
Zionists crimes of plunder and plight
fields once fertile now stolen by knife
In the name of the mafia they've taken my child's life
You may be very wealthy and powerful,
Yet you're doomed to fail like a fool,
If you are on the wrong side of history,
Where a deep sludgy hole is your final destiny.
Hitler at one point found himself on the slippery slope
Where he crashed and his neck ended in a rope.
He eventually vanished, disappeared and gone
Like a flash of lightning on a cloudy afternoon.
No leader is more powerful than his constituents.
The power belongs to the People. No scavengers
Remain in power for an unlimited time. The wise leaders
Became statesmen and the bad ones became stains in the pants.
When so many people are right, and you're so wrong;
You are indeed on the wrong side of history.
When you lie so much, that's a sign that you're not strong;
You are unbelievable, and only fools believe in your story.
Copyright © January 2018 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Come late to the party and
what will be left?
Putin's puppet and
our Democracy's theft.
("World Turning", 2021, original encaustic)
Taxation is Theft
The world today’s divided
‘Tween those who give and take
One side doing all it can
To steal what others make.
It is a world of conflict
Along lines of hope and fear
Where each project what they reject
But cannot see what’s near.
We call it being civil
But that's not what we've shown
As brothers fight with brothers
And mothers eat their own.
We think we’re somehow different
Than all that’s come before
But birth and death continues
For us there’s nothing more.
Some want the world to be free
While others know the cost
The question is who will pay
When freedom has been lost.
(1/26/24)
Grand theft Jesus happens every day
People use HIS Name for the wrong reason
Deception will increase!
It is sad to see that a man who is always so positive on TV
Can be so negative in real life!
Life on stage can be pretentious
However, those on TV must keep the show going!
Christian TV may have to change because
It is the easiest way to channel false doctrine and
In reality, it is happening right now!
Many TV evangelists have committed Grand Theft Jesus!
Too many want to use His name for the wrong reason
In reality, they commit Grand Theft Jesus
May God open our eyes so that we
Just do not listen to any man because
He has on a ‘suit and tie’ and speaks about Jesus
Let us ask God through Jesus Christ our Lord who
We should read and listen to it because there are too
Many men can take you off course!
Grand theft Jesus happens every day
People use HIS Name for the wrong reason
Deception will increase
Many have committed Grand Theft Jesus
It is Never Too Late to Be What You Were Born to Be
You are a creature of purpose
Therefore empower yourself with what is already yours!
Passion and the power of your vision
Can be displayed in your life
All you need is that decision and
You can enhance the precision in your life.
Procrastination might be wrong!
In this century
Now is the time to live strong
Accumulate the thoughts you have left behind
Because the theft of your potential remains in the future.
Do not let the cemetery rob you of your potential
Fulfillment of your purpose is essential to your life so
This matter of persistence is certainly not inconsequential.
Believe in the steps of time or else
The crime of procrastination will follow and
You will live a shallow life
The theft of your potential remains in the future
Therefore empower yourself with what is already yours!
It is never too late to be what you were born to be.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Shall I forget "Don't Forget Things Street",
Where stealing increases body heat
And items get lost from 7.00pm:
Wealth outside owners forget to claim?
"Don't forget" might stop recording theft,
If owners stopped treating things as left,
When the long and short hands of clocks
Had balanced on Twelve and Seven, gaped locks...
"Don't forget street" yet to house burglars
But could soon have them from her stragglers
A street pleading that we remember
Or, else, get set to lose a member!
Dawn crests the peaks of barren refuse, enthralling masses and demanding rations of passion from muck
Stuck into walls, hanging out halfway, suspended by calls of anguish and hate
-
Little does it matter for our pain and thoughts
Little does it falter in it’s saintly rot
And little does it rain down pleasure atop rocks
-
Towering pulses in cavernous chests booming altering noises of gloomy doom and distress
decompression
decompress
-
Such success in sessions of secessions thought best bring messy manipulations of emotions and stress
Blessedly pressing the rest into vests of blasting intent and the buying of souls not spent
The buying of souls not spent
The theft of moral defense
The theft of moral defense
HOMOPHONE RHYME STYLE TRIAL 2
I saw a murder with my one good eye
A loud one too. What was the cause?
Commotion in the tree, thought I
Judging by incessant caws
It was in the early morning
Just a hair, I think, past eight
Maybe they were in mourning
Or was it something they had ate
I leaned out by the window pane
To see what they had in their cache
Well my pocket really felt the pain
A nest made out of all my cash!
I wanted back what I had seen
I think my watch was up there too!
But last time it was quite the scene
And I left with one eye less than two
helpful or harmful
MacGyver or conniver
~ spidey-sense tingling
7/15/2022
Senryu (for you)
Image by Mark Toney using canva.com
This is absolutely out of this universe
That a consummate kleptomaniac thinks
That he has the right to steal any ranks
Any rings, any votes, anybody in the hearse
This is scurrilously crazy to try steal
To commit murder on 5th. Ave. at midday
What kind of world is that? Doomsday
Must be around the corner, at the heal
Of the hills. A consummate kleptomaniac
Thinks that he can get away with murder
Any year, any month, any day, and any hour
Doesn't he think that God is constantly watching?
God is ubiquitous like the loitering air in the streets
God is listening carefully and writing the minutes
There's a time for the geese, a time for anything
There's a time for the pathological liar to get caught
Like a greedy whale, to be prosecuted after being cut
Profoundly by the sharp Shrapnel shell under the fence
A consummate kleptomaniac is bad news. His defense
Is no longer appropriate or strong. He is going under
Because nobody is above the law. Nobody can alter
God's final gavel. God is the sole Supreme at the altar.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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