X (formerly Twitter) now reveals the country or region where accounts are based, as part of an effort to improve the integrity of the platform
The Twitter's land swept by emotion
The revelations hit like tide
In what we call mankind’s ocean
It’s just got harder to lie and hide
Such simple step, disclose location
Of mouth shooting nonsense off
Long overdue, stops world’s fixation
On lies, deceit, coercion, scoff
It will go on, of course, forever
Just little less, protecting truth
Manipulations ceasing never
But everyone is now a sleuth
They live in Asia somewhere
Yet post the news as from New York
Inflaming passions, brightest flare
No matter wise man you’re or dork
So, no more Gaza “poor souls”
Who post from London’s noisy bar
Yes, “Texas” girl angst’s full of holes
Wouldn’t spread from Moscow very far
Some ghosts are only making money
Yet others lie, consumed by hate
They’re not benign, amusing, funny
When they impact the others’ fate
Keep down division, fear, defiance
By which the folks are so consumed
Let passions cool, no rocket science
And lift the feel of being doomed
November 25, 2025
I don’t tell you what I think
What drives me mad and to the brink:
Annoying people, noise and trash
And total strangers who are brash
Gold-digging women, joke that’s bad
And lack of money, latest fad
The losing team, increase in tolls
Plan for the country full of holes
Inflation, markets, kids who’re rude
My job is where I’m being screwed
Potholes, education boards
Retirement I’m looking towards
Newspaper nonsense, fish I lost
And life’s increasing daily cost
Gen X, Gen Y, Gen Z et al
And daily traffic brought to crawl
Fake news, my weight and balding spot
Disliked Netflix with stupid plot
It’s Russia, China, Arabs, war
And whining how things were before
About borders, crime and health
The envy of somebody’s wealth
Oh, fancy meals with crazy tags
The marriage path that zigs and zags
The dog that barks and price of bread
And something CNN have said
Racism, politician’s crap
Them modern cars are total scrap
It’s rain, snow, tornado, ice
Long lines for phone with highest price
You don’t need me tell these things
Where Facebook, YouTube, X are kings
May 29, 2025
Nerves atwitter
like butterflies, they flit
The stage, brilliant-lit
band’s in the pit
Lights finally dim
glad I’m not him…
His first marquis date
~ does fortune await
Hush, my little film star, don’t you talk;
Daddy’s gonna buy you some shares of stock.
If those shares of stock go bust,
Daddy’s gonna buy you a car you’ll lust.
When that car won’t hold a charge,
Daddy’ll get a diamond nice and large.
Seems paying for a film star’s not the sin;
Only when the film star brings it up again.
In today's era, where Instagram rules the scene,
We hustle for the gram, to keep our life pristine.
Showcasing the highs, concealing the low,
Chasing the bag, as they say we must go.
In this digital realm, we only reveal the grand,
Painting pictures of a life that's oh-so-grand.
The gram captures moments, each filtered and bright,
Yet behind the scenes, the struggle's out of sight.
"I follow the bag," they say, the anthem we sing,
No matter how many likes, it's the joy we bring.
A pursuit of greatness, in pixels we define,
Yet the true story often hides between the line.
On the gram, we display the finest array,
But remember, real richness isn't just in display.
In this era of filters and picture-perfect lore,
Let's seek authenticity, a little more and more.
A man-made lake,
The surface shimmers like glitter in the sun,
Idyllic surroundings boast of trees and grass,
The water is clear, crystalized with perfect visibility.
A near-perfect replica indistinguishable from a distance,
Only when you draw closer can you see its imperfections.
The water is shimmering but, with vanity and filter,
The trees and grass are hiding violence, hate and the death of culture,
The lakebed is a window into humanity’s desire
The simultaneous picture of perfect beauty and of fire.
To auto-generate your surroundings is to live a second life,
One by choice and by addiction designed for fight or flight,
Using our impulses against us to conquer and divide,
Protecting us from thoughts coming ‘from the other side’
This illusion of a safety net draws us into harms way,
Learning our behaviors, our triggers and politics
As we feed it everyday
Never before has it been more relevant to question our free will,
Is it us or the machines that are ordering us to kill?
Where is Twitter?
Who is or what is X?
I do not mean Super X?
I want to tweet a rumor
I was away for a few days
I am back. Now, I feel dazed
I am confused and mad
Where is Twitter?
I am amused and sad
I lost my sense of humor
And I hate to jitter
Where is Twitter?
I am calling Captain X
Who’s living in SpaceX
For Mr. Mrs. or Ms. X.
Copyright © July 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
We sent robots and rovers to Mars!
What if the little green critters out there
returned the compliment
and sent their hackers and AI gadgets
to invade us marked
'X' open at your own peril!
The musky Blue Bird
has flown the coop
scared off by alien Mr X.
Twitter was abuzz all night
at the breakdown of the right
in the morning aught was left
Who had played his cards so deft?
Sea fog / lost gulls cry
Smoke screen / shore birds sing
Closed minds / blind leads blind
Fake news / cell phones ring
(wujue)
05/06/2023
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(The British Medical Council want to ban smoking in private cars, even when the driver is on his own.)
suspended sentence for beating his wife
just a sad fact of modern day life
and then the dastard really went too far
got six months for smoking in his car
There is a man known as Musk
Very rich is how he grew up
Twitter is his new toy
A site I avoid
Because real birds I prefer and love.
He is wealthy but does that mean
He has the best of everything?
For common empathy and street wise
Can miss him in the sky rise
And we all fit the same size grave trust.
He did a poll to see
Who really wants him as chief
though he lost
it is at what cost
Twitter is a made up thing!
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Elon Musk has more money than brains
So he plays with space rockets, not trains
And now he can tweet
That Trump can't be beat
Since he traded his Sharpies for crayons
Twitter
I write on Twitter and vent my views
I never swear, never abuse
I sometimes joke and use satire
I am sometimes angry full of fire
I need free speech as we all do
But Twitter doesn’t like what I spew
So they suspend me, take me off air
Curb your language, yet I never swear
I don’t support Russia in any shape or form
Twitter thinks rape, murder and torture, norm
Therefore, when I say I wish Putin dead
They don’t congratulate, they suspend instead.
Now, I view him as a tyrant, terrorist, despot
I vent my view and guess what I got?
Others’ swear, F off, F this, F you
It’s a thing I never do
So I tested the water one day
And swore like a trooper in an affray
I wasn’t suspended or even chastised
Which proves one thing. Free speech is despised.
David Cox 20/10/22
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