soft and spoiled
devices well-oiled
spoonfed babble
in protests, they dabble
convictions untested
by reality bested
today’s mudslingers ~
tomorrow’s right-wingers
Categories:
wingers, change, future, youth,
Form: Couplet
Flies love figs, oaks, elms, and willows; we know.
They play hide-and-seek with leaves tinged with snow.
In their purblind fondness, our hearts get sparked?
Do they flee from us because we're crook-backed?
Around us, wingers of every kind fly.
We often love their melancholic cry.
Isn't each fly as fine as a butterfly?
Shouldn't each be the master of the sky?
The colours and vibes of flies are versatile.
Doesn't their existence, yet, appear futile?
Why should frail flies be weighed down by lures?
Why should life move around ecliptic blurs?
Categories:
wingers, animal, flying, life,
Form: Rhyme
On the day of your party
Please be sure to invite
The Drunken Clown.
He offers steady humor
At a pace everyone can measure.
His drinks, give love and laughter ,
his expressions: love and empathy.
In a graded lawn he falls and tumbles,
His eyes red and bleeding,
Look to him to point and laugh.
Our drunken clown gets his payment
In full, pursuing the right wingers,
And guffawing with the left.
His sincerity bobbles in an ocean of booze.
Cheers and Slaintè to our drunken clown.
Salud, and Prost!
To our home
And I sleep the sleep
Of a thousand filtered souls,
In ungracious betterment,
And a hope to die by my own hand.
Vicious visions of a youth undocumented,
And a prayer I never have the balls to do it.
Categories:
wingers, anxiety, betrayal, crazy,
Form: Free verse
Slinging Stuff
The Book of Judges talks of slingers.
Seven hundred strong, all left- wingers.
The Bible tells us they were terribly feared.
They could split a hair on an enemy’s beard.
And besides the ability to split a hair,
The force of the stones, flying through the air,
Whatever it hit, didn’t have a prayer,
The equivalent of a.44 to bear.
How far, you ask, could these stones kill?
Almost 400 feet with moderate skill.
In the Roman army, the slingers drilled holes,
In their bullets with specific goals.
The sound, was found, when the stones would fly,
Shrill and buzzing, made the enemy’s throat dry.
More accurate than troops with bow and arrow,
The slingers were feared, to the enemy’s marrow.
We’re reminded of David, the young boy shepherd,
Also a slinger, killing wolf and leopard.
Goliath was slow and feeble of sight.
He never had a chance of winning this fight.
So the real story is not just David, the boy.
It’s about a slinger the Israelites managed to deploy.
Categories:
wingers, bible, history,
Form: Rhyme
Reflection on My Glasses
In fairy tales, we learn about the rich and the poor
the wealthy suitor gets the princess's hand
The poor cobbler will always be mending shoes
In the "glass slipper," the poor girl fits the shoe
and marries the prince, while her sister gets a job
in the Guardian Newspaper getting paid for
griping about men
In Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf is working class
trying to get power among the haves becomes
a cropper and drowns in the well
Our instructions start at school when we are
adults find inequality perfectly normal
I have not written, anything today is my birthday, and that is depressing
I remember all my birthdays from age two until
15, but as a teenager, I scoffed at birthdays unless
it was a day for left-wingers and a socialist party's
day, later when I became a deluded communist
I remembered Joseph Stalin's day
My dog knew when it was her birthday and got
a juicy steak, alas, this noble animal didn't know
she was getting elderly as well
Categories:
wingers, age, break up, color,
Form: Free verse
Rainbow nation
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
possible the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialist
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone s
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
Categories:
wingers, america, anti bullying, arabic,
Form: Blank verse
Less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.
'Tis sad ... NEXT: the hawk hovered that founded
fresh sedges, grasslands, and deserts idyll,
God in the detail, Red-Tailed Hawk sidle,
Blitzkrieg mob by crows, females sized greater,
social-less wingers, life mono-mater,
dives one hundred twenty miles per hour,
kills owl young BOTH nesting competitor,
Prey spotted one hundred feet in the air,
Their eyesight to man, seven times finer,
Two feet, two pounds, twenty-one years lifespan,
Roadkill, hunting, and human expansion,
Diet: various birds, and small rodents,
Scrub deserts, farm fields, rainforests, woodlands.
Categories:
wingers, allusion, analogy, appreciation, bird,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Ponytails
Swishing madly,
Hurdling across the pitch.
Beads of sweat
Spraying in spirals
As fingers point,
Shouting directions
To strikers, wingers, and defensemen.
Defensewomen, really.
Get back!
Push it!
Don't lose form!
Take the shot!
Grazing past the clown gloves.
Concaving the thick nylon.
Back of the net glory!
Now run around like giddy school girls
For exactly 8 seconds.
Now mark your man!
Woman, really.
No whiners here.
No floppers allowed.
What's this look like,
Men's soccer? Pansies.
The beautiful game is proof that
The real soccer men
Are women.
Categories:
wingers, soccer,
Form: Free verse
Only God is Supreme
Humans can never be supreme
Don’t believe in Supreme Court
This court can be brought
Like any others
Shake your rainbow feathers
To dance a different beat
Please vote en masse to defeat
The right wingers
And the conservative swingers
This court is definitely biased
This court is blessed
By bad politicians
Who love to destroy nations
By quintessential liars
Who love to set fire in rivers
And by hypocrites
Who burn women's rights in the streets
Only God is Supreme
Where everything is extreme
Supreme what?
Oh! Extreme Court
Please do not bark
At Noah’s Ark.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
wingers, america, anger, betrayal, bullying,
Form: Rhyme
The Armenians are’t wanted,
Christians in Muslim land,
we have to make Turkey for Turks,
they’re not part of the plan.
The kulaks are class enemies,
hoarding all the best land,
it’s fine to starve the productive,
they’re not part of the plan.
The Jews have undermined us all,
this is an Aryan land,
gas them to build a brand new Reich,
they’re not part of the plan.
We must make a Great Leap Forward,
make metal, not till land,
peasants may die, but we have more,
they’re not part of the plan.
Let’s take it back to Year Zero,
and reshape this whole land,
send tainted to the Killing Fields,
they’re not part of the plan.
The unborn just get in the way,
don’t need them in this land,
what’s life compared to convenience?
They’re not part of the plan.
These -istaphobic right-wingers
are blights upon our land,
let’s kill the lie that is freedom,
they’re not part of the—
Wait—hey, who gave them all guns? Oh shi—
Categories:
wingers, death, evil, history, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Their March
So, you dropped by to learn where the Future soon will be
And what the fascist’s creed will ultimately decree.
Constructed oh so steadily by Republican traitor calls
The fascist acid seeping through our legislative halls
Broadcast destructively by media incompetent,
Misinformation besets the right-wing ignorant
Low-grade intelligence collects the rotted theme
So, votes are banned, Rights are canned to complete the fetid scheme.
While the Democrats administer the distractions fascists breed
Democracy’s chipped away - Constitution’s left to bleed
Can’t see the forest through fascist planted trees
But only on distractions do left-wingers work to please.
Our foundation’s being eaten while our building’s being cleaned
Fascist erosion’s fed while Democracy’s demeaned
Next time you “drop by” I think I’ll hear you say:
Why didn’t we divert our fight … go on to Save the Day?
But … by then, it’ll be way too late.
Medgar Fallon Roe
Categories:
wingers, betrayal, political,
Form: Rhyme
An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.
Categories:
wingers, celebrity, character, confidence, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
~ Class Notes ~
Bills don't jingle
Coins aren't single
Hermits don't mingle
Diets don't Pringle
Fingers can't fingle
Though pingers oft pingle
Wingers wings' wingle
When Bilinguals lingual
No, dirt floors haven't shingles
Nor mountaintops dingles
But the snow still tingles
The beard of Chris Cringle
~ Transcribed into Readable
Form by A. Stew Dent
Categories:
wingers, giggle, silly, word play,
Form: Light Verse
With a tweet and twiddle,
something sweet and little,
a birdie tells you to be wise
and never tell whopping lies.
Learn well from a natural tell.
Buzzing hives will honey swell.
Dangerous queens and wingers.
Avoid lovely-lively stingers!
Be wise, not afraid of the night.
bright as stars and super-moonlight.
The owl lifts you when your down-low,
woot-woots as bravo-brave you grow.
3/17/2021
I guess I just missed entering!
Categories:
wingers, animal, bird, courage, insect,
Form: Rhyme
Snow plows rumble in the night. I wake up
for tomorrow already applauding the sunrise.
Sol is turning slushy ice to diamonds
while unknown workers dig the world out again.
Even before the light
dances around the corners of eyelids
paw marks kick-up, blue-chipped coruscations,
bullet points on a surfacing whiteness
highlighting what should be shown now
in a natural order of revealing.
For a while, the land is shoveled up,
cleaned and rolled into paper-light reams.
Whether the earth melts to mud
or grows glaciers in backyards
let us be grateful for the next round,
of the laws of subsequent happenstance.
The winter will be helped along
with the steamy breath of labor
and the prayers of those who only watch.
We are cleaning up the dead spaces,
constructing viewing platforms
for the fur-fluffed and the wingers
who survive
for more new Lazarus moments
still buried beneath tomorrow.
Categories:
wingers, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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