his mockery was vermin that the smuggler forcibly humming sharksucker
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
an intrusion of roaches
dines nightly on rice
i see only by daylight
When you see so many flies
Be careful, there is a carrion
Somewhere. Behave like a lion
Run, run. The flies are all over your thighs
They can surely and slowly devour you.
An environment, which is full of lies
Will eventually crumble too.
Lies cannot fly
Through the clouds, in the sky.
When you witness so many flies
Somebody may be telling a lot of lies.
When it is too good to be true
Something is not right and untrue.
Don't believe everything you hear
A carcass may be hidden under the soil here.
Copyright © January 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Rats and cockroaches
have moved to the country.
The city is overrun with unsanitary humans,
it needs a clean cloth to thrive upon,
not the dishcloth grime
of much degraded minds.
It is a disgrace, a black mark
upon an already uncivil civilization,
however, the rats and cockroaches
are vacationing and will not return
to the metropolis
until the trash in the streets
is sanitized of mankind's
indifference and lack of interest.
What you’ve bothered to pick
Is a heartbreak topic:
The mind Ended Love warps
And on one’s folly harps;
Just as heat could man burst
Still, Heartbreak Is the worst…
Men file in, bed defile,
You’re with an office file.
Joan does not claim it’s right
But expects not a fight.
You’d delayed wedding ring;
So, with Guys face The Ring…
You’d never known women!
I’ve not ruled them “vermin’’.
It's a grand old boat-still quite reliable.
But from the darkness below.
A crimson-breasted leviathan is clawing holes.
Deep into its starry soul.
She's listing rather quickly.
Vermin gnawing away at the sextant.
The panicked are hastily jumping ship.
With the North Star stuffed in their bindles...
The loyalists are bailing water.
Hope is blistered and garnished with salt.
Predators are slowly circling in.
To the beat of a cracked conch shell.
There is a tool box on my desk and it is full of good stuff
Scissors, masks, paper clips, cocoa mix, tree pencils so rough
Were I always run to and look first, my go-to-find-something place.
I would not be surprised to see green chickens from outer space.
Like the junk drawers we have at home my husband once said.
He chuckled too making fun of me, so he is lucky he is not dead.
I have another stash in the cupboard, something out of my house.
I can hear something in there chewing, I suppose it is a big mouse.
Rats may come too bringing raccoons and other wild kin.
I can see them hanging from my neck, biting me on the chin.
Vermin and voles will come to me in no particular order or way.
I am a pied piper of rodents, they find me simple and gay.
She says “He treats me so well!”
I say “I can hardly tell!”
She says “No one understands him
but me!”
I say “Sista, I hear you, but why are
you on the floor with bloody knee. . .caps?”
The rhymes and the reasons given by women
Allow them to mistakenly drink the vermin
Embodied in the shape and size of a hue-man
Designed by the creator to love and protect them.
Now everyone please, don’t get me wrong.
All men are not like this.
There are some that will give you joy.
And bring to you pure bliss!
It can be tricky, sometimes.
The love you want and the love you yearn for
Can be the very thing you’re sacrificed and
maliciously burned for.
The winding and binding mysteries of love
Can give you a glimpse of heaven above.
But if you’re not careful and don’t choose well
The choices you make can take you straight
to hell!
Every day is a challenge, a toss-up if you will,
To examine the faces of the men you meet
But in reality it’s simple, just remember one thing
Everything that's pretty, ain’t sweet!
Rats, mice, cockroaches and pigeons
are all classified as disease carrying vermin,
but one fact gets overlooked time and time again.
The diseases that they carry were all created by humans,
with our dump sites, our street trash and our sewer systems.
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