the blinders rest with ease—
seams seemingly gaunting;
haunting whispers crunch like teeth,
seekers left to guess
pestering what comes next
be a kiss that is gentle
or bent with tiles filing
finally laying—rather lying;
dying to look you
hook right between the eye
lend the heaven, tongues that speak.
though weepy,
deep and soundly they hide
behind masks clasping dearly
refraining to reclaim their faces
places they’ve felt love.
people they’ve once known—
sewn behind is their truth
and truthfully their pain is plain
written in bold
holding bruises
whether you choose to see it
or be it amiss.
wishing well feels like rope
we can feel it doping us
hoping that our next breath
is the last one to give less.
but living session after session
their weapons once sharp dulling
full hands weaken with tire
and wiry sighs leave the senses
why?
because we weren’t just prizes
disguised to heel blindly
or crawl without first running—
we are not sick and lowly farm animal
simple, dirty, managed to be manageable.
~ Based on the song, "What Did You Learn in School
Today?" written by Tom Paxton; popularized by
Pete Seeger ~
What did you learn in school today, son
What did they teach in school
I learned how to protest my country, Dad
They taught me that violence pays
What class did you learn that in, my son
Do you remember the teacher’s name
I learned that in Geometry, Dad
And my teacher’s Mr. Uppin Flames
Why you leaving the house now, son
Not ‘til your homework’s done
My assignment’s to attend a protest rally
Hey, Dad ~ Can I borrow your gun
Oh, what did you learn in school today
What did the teacher say
I learned how to protest the US of A
My teacher said violence pays
His rants will our freedom stifle
The lives of others a trifle
The lies Trump expounds
Sound like lethal rounds
Shot from Don's mouth like a rifle
If you plant the seeds of love
You'll reap gorgeous flowers of love
If you spray the seeds of hate
Many plants and trees
Will blossom flowers of hate
And you won't like the fate
Nobody enjoys death and miseries
Ugly, dirty and evil flowers
And people with ill manners
Love is the answer
Hate is a toxic cancer
Be positive and make sense
All the time
Is obviously not a crime
Violence is unacceptable
Peace is divine and preferable
Please use good common sense.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Media is not a just
Mass media is most
As to my guess
Social media is first
Nepal to tell the best
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Broken mugs
And broken promises
A broken lamp
And broken knuckles
A broken TV
And a broken stack of plates
Broken drywall
And broken glasses
Broken bottles
And a broken door
This is a broken home
And my heart cannot break anymore
I can't help but wonder if we could even fix it anymore.
I don't know if I could ever forget crying there on the floor.
And I can't help but feel that all our future has in store,
Is years, and years, and years of horror.
6 People killed in one weekend
Just like that their lives end
The gangs laugh all the way
They will never stay out of your way
The gangs are fierce and unscrupulous
To kill someone is for them a plus
It is in the gang’s territory
You will only become a memory
The gangs rob, rape, and kill
For the families it’s like a bitter pill
The gangs get order to kill at will
Or the boss will order on them a kill
The bosses’ rules with an iron fist
You disobey them you on the death list
If the gangs have financially lost
It will be your life and cost
That’s why the gang kills people without blinking
They do not want to be the ones sinking
The boss sees this
To him it’s bliss.
Killing as many people as it takes
These are very high stakes
The gangs do what is takes
In this case it was killing that it takes
Whistle echoes in the tunnel
then smoke belches upwards
as the train halts at the platform
Disgorging its passengers
before porters offload baggage
Cases, trunks, sacks – all claimed
But no
There on the platform two suitcases
Side by side, travelling twins of no fixed abode
Ace of Spades on one, King of Hearts on the other
Unnoticed
Porters distracted as the cavalcade announces its arrival
Guard of honour, red carpet, bowed heads -
trappings of power and privilege
Gliding through the booking hall
onto the platform
Glancing left not right
Two suitcase stand forlorn
Something stirs within
in an instant, carnage
No train
No platform
No power
No privilege
The end of monarchy
The start of republic
Suitcase slaughter
Suitcase solution
I've never been good enough
For you or anyone to love
The simple act of touching me
Made you wish for a glove
To you I'm fat and worthless
Or disgusting and not clean
I know that's not how I am
You only say it to be mean
You've destroyed my confidence
Relentlessly abuse me mentally
As I put the barrel to my head
I cry as the trigger sets me free
For the hard work you've done
And all the compassion now shown
You pushed me to do this now you
Are whoo feels worthless and alone
Always remember to pack the essentials,
Bat, Bottle, Bag, Boots,
Cut down anyone who tries to get in the way,
Don't look them in the eye, it only makes it harder,
Enemy, everyone is the enemy, yes, even them,
Find what you can, anything, you'll need it later,
Get up, you don't have time to rest, not yet,
How have you survived this long?
Imagine a better world, running water, safety,
Jokes are the only thing keeping you going,
Kill or be killed, even when its all over,
Like an animal, lose yourself in the fray,
Most of them aren't even people anymore,
Notice how they don't look you in the eye,
Only you are left, Only you can rescue them,
Persevere, soon it'll all be back to normal.
Quick, you have to run, to escape,
Run, run, doesn't matter to where or why,
Stop and you are dead, run, run,
Today is the day, its all over, you can't escape-
Unless you remember the ABCs,
Very good, recall everything I've taught you,
When the end finally comes and its all over,
Xenial little thing you are, listening to me.
You will be safe from the onslaught,
Zealot of the new world order.
Repressed
Like I'm tied down
Suffocated
Like your hands are on my throat
Anxious
Like the other shoe is going to drop
Alone
Like nobody is really listening
Claustrophobic
Like these walls are closing in
Anticipatory
Like any second it'll all come apart
Horrified
Like I should recoil from you when you do this
Ashamed
Like I'm wrong for still loving you
Weak
Like I don't have the strength of mind to just leave
Dilapidated
Like a building collapsing into rubble and dust
Cowardly
Like I should have stood up to you, even if I only did once.
Rear the Axe
Drop the Blade
Chop the Tree
Clear the Glade
Dry the Tears
Hide the Blade
Stab the Sky
Fry the Shade
Mute the Sun
Burn the Sand
Spurn the Moon
Shoot the Band
Scrape the Grass
Oil the Sand
Soil the Seas
Rape the Land
Some people say revenge is sweet,
but its true source is from beneath.
The cycle of violence it spawns,
new horrors breed as each day dawns.
When wrong is done, justice demands,
wrongdoers, for trial must stand.
After the facts are exposed,
a just sentence must be imposed.
An eye for an eye was first meant
Ongoing blood feuds to prevent.
“Don’t take revenge,” is what God says
“Vengeance is mine, I will repay.”
When you are wronged, don’t start a fight,
because two wrongs never make a right.
Vow to repay evil with good
Follow God’s way, live as you should.
One day soon, when sin its course has run
God will judge all for what they have done.
When all wrongs are brought into view,
each one will receive their just due.
The bullet entered the brain
The brain considered the pain
The pain unclouded the rain
The rain just cleaned up the stain
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