Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
Cat-whipped
Apparently, our home’s, furry little empress,
knows well how to count: will not settle for
less, of her required treat-amount – 4 bits of Friskies,
her mandate, not mine,
before and after each organic dine --
almost out, today I tried 2~
followed a disturbing, guttural
whine – So, I gave her one more;
dissatisfied, continued to opine...
pointing directly toward the door –
Off I ran, feeling quite commanded
as if for criminal trial, Remanded!
Praying vociferously, yet open the store….
Her Majesty's proclamation~ a minimum of 4!!!!
I dream about a world where every one wakes up each day
Looks out their window and sings at the top of their lungs….
vociferously….
Let their be peace on Earth…
and let it begin with me.
Quite a meditation to think
how man evolves, his way of
thinking, a little harmless egg
into a viper...a once proud
Democrat into a
Marxist Snake -- JFK turning
over in his grave.
Racism seems to be a deeper
infection in those that vociferously
oppose it
A contrary
species mankind is -- public servants
who serve self before God and country
Hollywood cheers, they are their
own deity -- Queen of naive hearts
gave away cars for social anointing --
King of bitter hearts, sold
his soul for the delusion of absolute
power --
Royal Flush, the Devil wins.
.
front mine
unblind
yourn unveiled
delightful
vividly
'fore
mine nervous
you’re ‘bout
beaming
Yahweh's
Garden
adorning
His
Spring
glinting expressions
vernal
visiting
vociferously
i
For each person in my world, that ever made me smile.
I wish to place a star in your place in the heavens.
You see it is just a tribute and my sparking style!
From the simple to the famous, you each brought
happiness to me here.
And everytime that happens, just know how vociferously,
I love to shout and cheer!
3/12/2024
Celebrating my many decades on the planet on 3/13.
June Thank you to those who sent wishes! Pangie ***
Far more words than
open ears --
a world of chatter;
words everywhere --
difficult to avoid such
precipitous splatter…
poets use them, vociferously!
Politicians use them, surreptitiously!
Ministers use them rapturously
Words live
when they are infused
with passion; strengthened
by conviction --
my cat says it all
with a well aimed look
twitch of her tail
occasional meow
and luxurious purr
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © October 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I will try where practitioners
far wising than I have failed,
where greater ships of thinking
than I have sailed: explain how
many approach the topic of
kissing –
from the twinkle in an eye
to the deep-felt jelly sign –
from the pucker and the peck
and the downright awkward
neck – big lips; small lips; various
tastes and lengths of duration;
this need to express, some liken to
emotional constipation – why
there are those who refrain while others,
though frowned upon, have seen opportunity
for lucrative occupation? Myself
more in the camp of, just heartfelt
recreation; while the pious, sternly,
vociferously say~ from love and dutiful
ritual there can be no separation...
So, what then should the student of kissing
rightly conclude?--to be happy in life, my
advice, explore the subject with at least one
other often in the mood....
An abecedarian Australian animal activist
Bagged bodacious big bucks
Caustically criticizing crocodiles,
Driving darling dragons
Essentially extinct. Eschewing
Fact, fabricating fanciful fiction,
Grifting gloriously,
He haughtily held hostage
Important, instructive information,
Juxtaposed jaundiced, junk
Kangaroo kills,
Leveling large lizard libel,
Manufacturing marsupial misinformation malevolently.
On other ominous occasions,
Preferring pernicious propaganda,
Quickly, querulously, quashed
Real, rational reports, rather,
Substituted several substantially
Tarnished technical travesties,
Undermining unified understanding.
Very vociferously, viciously
Wrote works without warrant,
Xenophobic xenotypic
yarns, yammering yellow-bellied yawps,
Zombie-like, zealously.
A courteous curtain
Looked thready with fine silk
Scenting of my core
Which led linger rose in my mind
And with no fleeing ticks
But almost ding-dong devotes
Potent day and night
Shrouds,when I come in
Shields,when I come out
Dripping that cotton every moment
For not to streets cowslips
To steal me from her role
Let I vocal vomits vociferously
"Am I boastful beaming as her turban?
Oh,I love you courteous curtain
For vile of my days"
Ah, dearest Wordsworth,
what dost thou think?
Of my meaningless poetry,
scribbled in purple ink?
Fooling myself, that I am an
international poet?
Just a beginner, and don't
think I do not know it!
Would that you were here
by my side.
A poet master, both to rule
and to guide!
With lantern aglow, I know
not which way to go!
Just lost in wonder, as the
last kiss of the winds of
summer doth with kindness blow.
On the 'morrow, shall read your
works with love, so vociferously!
Next to the waterfall, beneath the
scent of an intoxicating orange tree!
8/21/2021
3
I don’t know that anything about me
is original – I mean, all of my atoms,
I’ve been told, once belonged to some
dimwit creature (hmm...) roaming the earth
long before air-conditioners and Mai Tais...
And talk about Sin! – now that’s an Original
I would gladly give my share away in
a heartbeat; sure as hell, not missing a
cinder of the concept – though, if not the
world itself, I have no recollection of a
bountiful garden...while readily admitting
to having dined and drank with more than
one size and specie of venomous serpent –
But of all my Non Originals, the abiding
presence of love within me is a lineage
I would gladly claim as my own, were I
asked, praying to be absolved of any penance
if untrue. And, if false...then I would claim,
even more vociferously, my uncompromising
capacity to forgive all, thus hopefully moving
existing originals into the Lord's Grace of
Transformative Light.
V vaunts verbiage vociferously.
Visage viewed very vacuous
Vacillates varyingly,
Venting valentine versus violence
Vast, versatile, variant,
Vehement vituperations volunteered:
Voices voice virtuously
Voices voice vulgarly
V very veracious,
Versal vortices visualized,
Versal volages visualized,
V’s valedictory.
The dark may provide some comfort
Tragically it can feel safe and well known
Because beneath the gloomy clouds of ignorance and fear
We’re convinced, there’s really no need to truly know
Certitudes majestically flourish
Illusions manifest and begin to take hold
The seeking conformation of our cherished beliefs
Exposes the credulity of our souls
We continue to worship false idols
All the while, vociferously proclaiming truth
In this delusional world of arrogance and biases
Opinions are valid without proof
When our fictitious world is more significant
Than the truth that’s factual and real
Our journey in life becomes sadly contingent
On the way our feelings make us feel
I hope the dark can provides us comfort
Perhaps it allows us to sleep well deep into the night
But as we draw near to the end of our journey
I hope our emotional desires don’t fade to fright
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