God laughs when fools behave like racists
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
And receive preferential treatment under the basis
That the lighter complexion is superior and better.
God created one race. The same blood flows like a river
In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
All persecuted individuals are His children
The lighter shade is neither superior nor better.
Fools love to divide, to disunite in order to conquer
God laughs when extremists comport themselves like fools
God does not like when his children are treated like tools
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are deliberately chosen.
Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Ben the bull was gentlemanly and debonair
He had a unique personality, he filled the air
The others in the barnyard got out of his way
He marched though the fences, big and gay
With his blue silk scarf from the farmer’s wife
And his fancy patchwork jacket, he had a good life
He wore a fashionable rip in one leg of his jeans
His diet was not like the others, he had fancy beans.
Why is he treated better than all of us? Asked a chick.
His rooster father tried to shush this observant hick.
No one talked about it but this is the USA
Where the biggest bullies now get ahead these days.
I wish I could plug
A flash drive in your ear.
I would wipe clean the worries
Hidden deep inside there.
I know they've been hiding
In camouflaged space.
Your very own virus
firmly in place.
Spreading infection
Every which way.
Squeezing the happy
Right out of the way.
It's time to recover,
Diminish your pain.
Pick up your tools.
Reclaim your domain.
Before long, I promise,
With daily scans,
You'll reboot and function
With plenty of ram.
*"A weight that grows roots in the marrow,
where light, though called, will not tread.
Doctors offer keys of rust and glass,
each turning in a lockless door.
It is the echo of remedies past,
the hollow sound of hope unfound,
where the mind is both prisoner and warden,
whispering a cure that never comes."*
conflicting concepts invade my well-being,
making it harder and harder to think.
the number on the scale,
thoughts about wondering if I am pretty or ugly,
one or the other has to be a lie.
finding out if I deserve to live or deserve to die, causing me to wonder why.
why do I have this life?
why do I have this body?
every day, I sink lower and lower into the abyss I classify as depression.
the parasite gnaws at my mind, its claws pressing deeper into my chest.
the power it holds over me is concerning.
to think I once thought I was in control.
once I thought I held the reins and called the shots,
only for me to find out I was the puppet all along.
I don’t know how to escape. I don’t know if I even want to escape.
conflicting concepts invade my well-being,
making it harder and harder to think.
I watched you walk away that night
Then later had a dream
We were sitting in a sauna
Wearing robes while enshrouded in steam
Then one thing led to another
And soon it all quickly progressed
'Til we were only left standing enshrouded
I think you can figure the rest
The strange caricature reminds me of your odd face,
The twinkling roar clings to your tiny lace.
The way you want to lean on my race,
The sacred passion gives me a new space.
The only path I have seen,
One and only desire you could have been,
One and only proportion you own for the time being,
I am no one else until you see me clearly giving.
The endless life is a paradox of gorgeous wings,
You are no longer out of control for the measured pings.
The unholy genuineness gives me no more rare bliss,
The unknown appetites are the reason for my irregular gist.
It is not common or ordinary anymore,
It is not filled with hate at its core.
It is no longer my salient reason,
No reason can ease my aggressive tension.
Why can I not settle for less?
Why are you not something obvious to bless?
Why don't you know my name until I remind you of the same?
Why can't you see me as nothing more than a dice in this game?
Radiation lobby,
filled with unspoken sense.
I see a community of fighters and partners.
The partners are
the curious who know.
They sit using books as blinders,
or sitting watching others.
They are family waiting.
The fighters are strugglers,
arriving with smiles or stone faces.
They are:
slow walkers
fast walkers
chair riders
cane holders,
or with chemo caps,
or cancer wigs.
Travelers
funneling through a journey of hope.
Given by greeters and nurses.
Cancers lessen
by treatment with
radium and cobalt sessions.
And then a bell rings,
for someone,
radiation is ending.
Now there is a light around you,
and you are free.
Still, we think of new others,
a cycle continues
with new faces same faces,
until cancer fades,
with no traces.
A young Koala named Joey
had an upset stomach ohwie.
She fed him poop soup,
a poothie to boot.
Now he is handsome and showy!
grandson sleeps on couch, wrapped up like a tortilla -
guest rooms are empty
The cruel Prince Basil sat in his castle
Weaving a wonderful web of lies
Making offers to share his coffers
Taking everyone there by surprise
Hopeful gals and guys with stars in their eyes
Were expecting to be well rewarded
Now they would know he would never let go
Of all the gold and jewels that he hoarded
When refusing to pay day after day
Soon his subjects no longer believed him
With tempers lathered the masses gathered
And of his lying head they relieved him
Go, transcend limit
Sacrifice, push for good life,
Happy end commit.
Treat trash as it deserves
with dexterity and cleanness
with the nobility of those who served us...
Trash is also rich
in recycling done well...
Don't treat it worthless trash
don't be sloppy verbose
Waste can and should be reused
there is something luxurious in trash....!
My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me
With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough
Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
Symphony
I can't help but talk to you
I'd just love to walk with you
I'm fixed and I'm broken
I dream while I'm woken
There's no place I'd rather be
My heart strings; a symphony
If only you'd sing to me
Those words only spoken
It's magical fantasy
Too hard for this man to see
What's clearly in view
It's shiney, still new
My life was a mess to see
The cards turn; it's destiny
No heartburn or stress to me
The treatment is you.
Jinjagoliath
20th June 2023
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