You've seen me at the circus
In front of adoring fans
With plates on top of pointy sticks
I spin them with my hands.
I have a whole row of them
Up to sixteen at a time
I even wear a blindfold
You've seen nothing of the kind.
I'm not really a performer
In the circus or the stage
But I perform at your local court house
Where my kid's future is being played.
We all have our parts to play
In this strange game of charades
But fathers have to work twice as hard
For their image to be maintained.
"Children need their mothers
She knows what's best", they say
But fathers have to prove their worth
Every step of the way.
Sometimes there is justice
Sometimes the judges see
That the best interest of the child
Goes beyond you and me.
Children are so vulnerable
In this dancing tug of war
So fathers keep your wits about you
Don't fight to settle a score.
Your children truly need you
In this time of change and strife
Remember you're their father
No one can take away that right.
So spin your plates if you must
And keep your anger in
Play their little games for a while
Pray that your children win.
Pray that your children win.
Do we allow the compelling mind to control our unwilling steps?
Do they obey or deviate from the path smeared with insecurities?
Isn't it sad to seek unfairness instead of much desirable closeness?
Many have adopted this absurd concept that leads to nothingness!
Incredulity is the changeless anthem of the cynical and the stubborn,
within their unyielding spirit lies the ultimate reason of self-treason;
they won't settle for anything less than a bundle of useless allusions:
their trust spurs from doubt, their anger can incinerate aspirations!
" Quell clamorous voices, hush their madness before unrest rises! "
Is this suppression or plain ignorance to compare the final outcome?
The enraged Vaillant emerges from the cussing crowd and shouts,
" Isn't it sad to seek unfairness and desert others that show pride? "
" We'll be defeated and furthermore humiliated, whipped or stoned
in public squares and the mob, as always, is devoid of conscience. "
No interlude can spare lives, no pardon from popes in fancy robe;
no tears from sobbing mothers can halt the ax that drips blood! "
All I want is world peace
In the west, in the east
In the north and the south
To close your mouth
When you're happy
To stop the misery
During the passage
We only need one page
To express our feelings and pain
All we need is PEACE. We die in vain
Every single day
Yes, we need to pray
More and more often
So we can go to heaven
When we die
This is no lie
We can smell a new year
Let's start a new prayer
All we want is to have peace
On top of the list
All we need is PEACE
And to leave this earth in one piece
While having a glitzy feast.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry
Alas, I thought you loved me
But you did not in reality
I know for facts that you love money
Success, my dreams, and property.
Yes, you did not love me
Because of the fashion you reacted
When you and I were in need of the almighty money
Oh! You became wicked, kooky and swollen-headed.
For some alien reasons, you thought that I was
At the nethermost hull or keel of the ship
But you forgot that life can be a long trip.
Forthwith, I definitely know that love
Had nothing to do with the sweet-smelling rose
I’m forevermore resigned to flee like a brave dove.
Copyright © May 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Bullies lose every time
Bullies can never win
Taking a country hostage
And its hard working citizens
Is a serious and outrageous crime
Calm down, being in rage
Over nonsense is unacceptable
Bullies are despicable
Peace is better than war
Let's raise the bar
To be better and less hostile
It's great to be humble and to have style.
Copyright © January 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Ultra-conservative
undertaker umpires
upperclassmen unit;
Unique undergrads used
Unceremonious
Underhanded unions--
Uncooperative!
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written April 30, 2021
for "Pleiades 'U' Contest"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
Unkindness is
My most powerful pet hate
Possibly my only one
This includes
meanness, unfairness, rape, murder,
cruelty to animals, impoliteness,
disrespect, theft, swearing and bad manners
Unless I am really in the swearing mood and no one is around.
I hear you laughing, my sworn enemy.
Oops! Was that unkind? Dhramn!
Disrespect, disdain, disregard, and disapproval
all fit under this umbrella.
Whipping children with yardsticks,
flyswatters, switches, and belts, and leaving
animals tied up outside to die also fit under there
Unkindness is my only pet hatred.
People who are hurting the most have
endured one unkindness or another
I am sorry I called you my sworn enemy
Can I now be your sworn friend? When you
laughed at me you hurt me.
This also told me that someone has been
unkind to you. Do you want to talk about it?
Poetry contest: It Really Gets me Going
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Written May 19, 2019
No therapist wanted to do any kind of counseling for B School, which to my home is quite near.
I was frankly bewildered that three of my friends, Susan, Tad, and Sun had told me they would never come back here.
B school looked lovely; the grounds were impeccably beautiful - flowers, wind spinners, and fountains with water ever so clear.
The reception area was colorful, welcoming, pretty even, a tribute to whoever designed it so dear.
I wondered why everyone I had spoken to who had been here hated it so, it was totally unclear.
The dean of students was lovely, smart, engaging, a good listener; a woman who seemed totally dear.
"I would like Tricia Tee take you around, "Dean told me, "So you can see what a ship-shape school we run here.
We had no sooner got to the first locker when a child started to walk past, and I yelled,"Mere!"
My former student looked up, scared, frightened, mesmerized, unable to move, hypnotized by fear.
"That's a demerit for you, Mrs. K, and a demerit for Mere," Tricia said snippily, writing it down in a notebook she had near.
Um...
I think I get it now.
I am a young lady
Being treated unfairly
I live with my family
We'll talk about its scenery
There, also live my relatives
Whose attitudes are negative
They always fight with each other
Being obnoxious with one another
In their heart there lives hate
I can say that is fate
In that house there is disharmony
Which makes them very lonely
I can't take this anymore
They're making my life so miserable
They always see whats wrong in me
They are being unfair to me
How can I conquer strife?
How can I make them stop fight?
How can I remove all their worries?
How can I make them believe in God's glories?
I still couldn't bear
Why life is so unfair
I couldn't live by
I wouldn't tell why
~Chrisna Vergara
I love to send this sad thought
of fate's unfairness into the depth of oblivion,
forgetting as it had never occurred
and troubled me in the tenderest years;
could I really forget all the grief and wrath
which I had to face holding back tears?
A lost youth can't be replaced by realizing its dimension.
Were others more deserving than I?
My glances showed no envy,
but desire was way too intense
to find happiness or even a little joy;
why did fate continuously deny me
to exult love in its splendid ways
with an amorous sentence?
My rebellion is based
on ufairness and repudiation,
I'm not blame and won't say a word...
you've fed your fantasy on illusion.
You have put a price on love,
and it's not my fault for the wrong assumption;
this heart of gold gave you enough, if not more...
you still accuse me of cheating with foul intention.
Make me swear, and still truth will shine,
make me go and you'll lose everything you possess;
I will show no shame in defending my innocence...
but giving you another chance wouldn't be my desire.
Beat your angry hands against my chest,
it will not hurt; and although I will withstand any madness,
don't fling any accusations to get quick explanations...
you have no proof I've done such things in the past.
Emptiness Prevails,
Forever Rules.
We, between,
Exist,
Die.
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