Because of global warming
The ice caps are melting
Much faster and it's falling
By the chunks causing
Sea levels to rise tremendously
And creating devastating flooding
Because the water has to settle
Somewhere, it's starting to remind me
Of the movie WATERWORLD and
How those people had to live/
Look at me I’m Donnie T!
Unbound by reality
Out of my head
But my hat is bright red
It’s me!
I’m Donnie T…ee…ee
I have a great slogan
I’m pals with Joe Rogan
(Great guy. Very short.)
It’s me!
I’m Donnie T!
A real stable genius
I have a yuge
(don’t judge my hands)
(they’re quite large for a man)
Say’s me
I’m Donnie T…ee…ee
Work for me you’ll sign an NDA
To protect my big fat…HEY
(we all do it…right?)
It’s me!
I’m Donnie T!
So believe me, I know
Just because I said so
You’re stupid when you don’t
And a loser if you won’t
It’s me!
I’m Donnie T…ee...ee
We are just so very great
“They” however do not rate
(They’re eating our pets after all)
It’s me
I’m Donnie T!
Don’t you believe the covfefe
They try to make me look messy
Tremendously fake news
Watch Hannity for your views
It’s me!
I’m Donnie T…ee…ee
All I do is make deals
The bestest great deals
(Tariffs and Crypto--How can we lose)
It’s me
I’m Donnie T!
You know China’s just not classy
But my daughter Ivanka is so sassy
I’d date her if I could
But Melania said I probably should…..not
It’s me!
I’m Donnie T…EEEE…EEEE!
Absolutely being
charming daring every
favorite genius has ignited jesting kindness
literally making never optional
progress quite remarkable staying tremendously
under vigilent wisenheimer xenogenetic yearning
zealots
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients
On their death beds, who are resigned, hopeless
Penniless, helpless, and spiritless.
Haiti needs a mega break from all the powerful parasites
That are still exploiting our precious resources at countless sites
While concomitantly exploring and impoverishing our peasants
Our innocent siblings who perilously work for crumbs and cents.
It is time that all truths are spoken or be told
It is time that we unearth, unfurl or unfold
All vile plots so the world can witness the premeditated lies.
Papa Noël is a well designed invention in disguise
At Christmas time, the hurts are excruciating
And the misery is objectionable and nauseating.
Copyright © December, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
my legs welcome the warmth of the Kansas sun
bird with a screech makes weird noises
sweat bee hovers close to my left ear
I swat at it with my notebook
clouds are moving tremendously slowly
an asymmetrical opening shows light blue sky
this peephole is surrounded by brilliant white
have clouds always been this pristinely graceful?
dog brings up empty water bottle to porch
he loves the crackling sound against his teeth
another dog in the distance takes his attention for a second
clouds move a bit faster, I watch, amazed
a wood chopper, car engine and loose shutter sound in the distance
barely perceptible noises, yet I hear them clearly; I have dog ears
small tweeting noise brings my attention to my elm tree
the bee is back, teasing interested dog who tries to catch him
October day, red and orange leaves, lovely heavenly clouds
waving limb with three tiny leaves, scratches against porch
clouds have formed another portal to heaven
I would be more interested if I was not already there.
In this chaotic , crazy world in which we live
everyone is often subjected to unpleasant feeling.
Unfortunately , we live in the new world order,
in which the machine is the predominant
factor , which defines every activity
of our life.
Sooner than later, human will be utterly
enslaved by the machine.
It is tremendously tough times for those
creators that belong to minority
because of the stereotypes which prevail
in our society.
So, on thing is clear to me, everyone
who is a creator of Art
should be only subjugated to God...
If COVID lockdowns can turn the Moon cold,
Colonizing it oh, what not would hold.
Having ruined Mother Earth,
Should man make Moon his hearth?
The satellite’s far too fragile a mould.
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Happenings |03.10.2024|Moon, Earth
Poet’s notes: COVID lockdowns may have proved disastrous for the economy, they benefitted environment tremendously. An ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization) study reveals that lockdowns caused the Moon to turn cold. Yet, Moon and Mars are under the radar of many countries, and there lies the danger, this ditty feels.
Woe to pain in heart
Time ticks tremendously so
Torn apart from the start
Engrained with patterns
In my mind frame, discerning
What is evil or good…
Clear as water here
Murky rivers and lakes flow…childish fears draw near
Naught lasts forever
Life here is temporary
A lot of kindness…
In this world of woe
Portrayed on other’s paintings
History repeats.
We all have our gifts
Unique and understanding
My empathy vibes…….
Ascend, comprehend
I seek not my end, but send
Relief on my torn soul..
If I numb my feels,
It won’t bring me chills for real
My eyes are of teals
Sensitivity —
It’s kills and breaks me sorely
Tremendously so
Don’t break me or else…
I’ll tear apart at the seams
Intrusive thoughts bleed…
Kindling kindness galore
I don’t feel unmerciful anymore
Trust in me confidently
Believe in me, reflect on me
What do you write about? I am asked at least once a week
I try to give people tips, but I am not sure what they seek.
anecdotes are crawling out of my woodwork and my mind.
some of them are wild and funny, others dark and unkind
Nouns and vowels fly through the room and hit me in the head
Sometimes adjectives and adverbs shake me awake as I lie in bed.
So I give the best advice to everyone who asks me so.
Just write something fun and clever, about something you know.
Toss words down in a notebook and don’t try so very hard.
It is tremendously easy and fun being a witty young bard.
Or an old crone who likes to toss stories down on a page.
This is the most wizen advice you will get from this sage.
The sun has risen, and a dove is cooing outside my window. All the tall buildings on my block seem to be resting. Here I am thinking of the cave man—his strength, his battles. Skylines, super tall buildings, and yes, some of us are not liking the look of our city. When there is no hope for your city, its citizens suffer tremendously. Why do other cities thrive better than some? The big question is, what makes a city thrive? ‘The more people you bring in, the more vibrant the city will become,’ Euchner said. But who are these people? (Ha! Ha! Profit holders.) Lack of empathy, people struggling with mixed feelings. While the impacts of rats in the subways make the alley cats stay low in the darkest alley, the sun has risen, and a dove coos outside my window. Meanwhile, the morning sun on the tall buildings seems hopeless. Here I am thinking of the cave man’s mental state: My brain is tired, my soul seems a bit weary, and I need more sleep (so mentally fatigued). Comme ci, comme ça!”
Poetry unlike the rest
Poetry I like best
Best as non-fiction
Best as one’s conviction
Conviction of the heart
Conviction comes apart
Apart from others views
Apart from your issues
Issues we must address
Issues woven to express
Express it in loose term then
Express even if you squirm friend
Friend I listen
Friend you glisten
Glisten with valor
Glisten with color
Color our world with screams
Color unfurled dreams
Dreams you make come alive
Dreams of a swan dive
Dive deep to your goal
Dive into your soul
Soul mates on paper birch
Soul search
Search within
Search for words to pen
Pen despite limits and critics
Pen as it permits not for cynics
Cynics blind to a poetic jewel
Cynics bitter and cruel
Cruel and hollow
Cruel spirited not to follow
Follow your words
Follow the songbirds
Songbirds protocol
Songbirds call
Call out the façade
Call upon God
God knows your floetry
God gifted your poetry
Poetry forever lives
Poetry gives and gives
Gives tremendously
Gives us plenty
Plenty will agree
Plenty will see tour de force
Tour de force with symmetry
Tour de force so passionate
Passionate
Symmetry
I really honor Elizabeth Dole foundation
what it really means to be a caregiver
I'm the caregiver of my husband's
memories now ipte y wn anxieties
all 101 airborne west Mooreland
my husband is indeed a hero he was
captured a pow Vietnam he was placed
in what they call a hooch he and four other
troops managed to escape set out searching
for other pow's they went in and found senator
John mccain with tears in his eyes he describes
how broken and brave John was he referred
to him as his brother who couldn't walk the four
men carried him out he describes a cage with rage
not as glamorous as the hooch a hut infested
where he was stored the four men rescued
John who was flighted out the four men stayed
on their post starvation and draught the water
contaminated three men refused to drink the crater
water meaning water standing in left over bombs
my husband drank the crater water the three others died
that night from dehydration my husband survived
only by drinking contaminated water suffering
tremendously today my granddaughter has orders
to Kuwait in deep prayers I anticipate the upcoming date
the fins
of human
quake tremendously
spills grotesqueness while dumping
the ox cosmos in the middle of smoothly
mirrored
ocean Walls
where ones choice is fixed
at dawn stagnantly brimming
in obsolete enviable damp colours
woven in a volcanic
oasis of anguished circles embraced in
loneliness fronted
with shuttering frozen stars
moulding through a sunny cheerful darkness
reinvigorated with
strident current in
waves staring
hovering and invading through the thorns of
the barren mountains
wrapped in swings of an
encroached moonlight piercing in
the vacancy of
my enchanted soul
channeling through my so preceding exist
in steam of redolence reek
from the garden frowns
and grins
call me a piscine
but even as a sly tamed fox hereafter
I would soar on footprints of
ceaseless fogs
to unveil your gleam
leap through the reflection of
sunlight to sway you
exasperatingly siren my scales on
your prime lips
fading with a spin
submerged in a longing savory passion
We are extremely trained
in our failures
and tremendously incompetent
in our successes...
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