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Hebert Logerie Oct 2024
A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Pojamusic Oct 2024
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,
why are life around here poor,
why our people never fight.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,
why there isn't enough love,
why our future's not so bright.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,
the lives that matters, are all gone,
on the future, there´s no light.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,
try to avoid every thought,
life is never just a game.

- Tarmo Selter -
2024
Pojamusic Oct 2024
You can see me like a fool,
I try to do my best,
some people think that I´m their tool,
you´ll really never guess...

Society are doomed,
taxes rising up,
the are people, who are fooled
of politicians crap.

Do people really understand
that life belongs to them,
their families, their homes are gone,
if pribes are never paid.

Politicians never know
what really counts to them
until they see there life is gone
to higher purpose then.

Society are doomed,
taxes rising up,
there are people, who are fooled
of politicians crap.

We really, really have to stand
for what belongs to us,
they all, who never understand,
they have to watch their backs.

Patience sometimes ending soon,
if there is some pain,
then the goverment plays fool,
why there´s so much hate.

Society are doomed,
taxes rising up,
there are people, who are fooled
of politicians crap.

People want to live their own
they didn´t want to hate,
they just want to own their home
for a better fate.

- Tarmo Selter -
2024
Jack Groundhog Oct 2024
Cross upon cross upon cross
were stacked to make the Union Jack
but with one saltire feeling salty
will Andy make Jack fade to black?
“Andy” is a pun on both St. Andrew and “Indy”, the local shorthand for the independence movement.
Àŧùl Oct 2024
The old Horse 🐎,
It is not Norse.
It's a Trojan Horse,
Bred in an Italian Stable.
They utter lies,
About time that flies.
But we realise the real lies.
My HP Poem #2007
©Atul Kaushal
Maria Etre Oct 2024
I can't keep my
mind shut
and my heart
quiet
for the key
to locking them
got lost
the day
I learned
that,
"all is fair in love
and war."
Lebanon is at war, bombs in the South and the North - the sonic booms, the smoke, the shaking of houses has taken its toll on how poets feel.
Daniel Tucker Oct 2024
we pick at the healing
tissue and it starts to
bleed just when the
wounds were
beginning to heal

we then go back in time
it starts us on yet another
harrowing journey of 
body spirit & mind

we try so hard to read
between the lines
that blur the harder
we try, blending what
can only be seen
through unfiltered eyes

(scales removed to see
the only Light that can
truly make manifest)

all we can do is smooth
out the edges and
touch-up unclear vision
with our patented
Photoshop Human Sheen

thinking we can reveal
what is holy in the
spiritually null & void
obscene

we have learned to
incorporate what order
we make of chaos into
a well-oiled
smooth-running
Rhetoric Machine

made from blueprints
of someone else’s
self-ordained dream
© 2024 Daniel Tucker
Artur Oct 2024
An ode to a beggar, who sits on his stoop.
One can't study to fight when you're begging for food.
The best ways to **** will go over your head.
Taking a nap you'd much rather instead.

While the brave and the foolish go marching to war.
The beggar just sits, thinks about it no more.

Hail to you ol beggar, with no blood on your hands.
In your ***** rags you don't hide weapon plans.
Hail to you ol beggar, blessed are you in your stride.
Hail to you ol beggar, on the enemie's side.

Perhaps one day later when the boys become men.  
When those who are left, travel home once again.
Damaged or whole, they will perch on the stoop.
And the old, weary beggar will command his new troop.
ThemadHatter Sep 2024
You took everything away.
Burned down our homes,
Gunned down our children,
And built palaces over the dead bodies.
Do you smell it?
I smelled it once.
It was home.
Home to the famous olive trees.
That symbolized peace
And prosperity.
The most eye-catching landscapes,
The beauty in the ancient buildings
That
for so long.
Stood strong.
These.
Were the ones driven away from this land.
We.
Were the ones driven away.
Forced to mourn the day they demolished our nation.
The day they tried to demolish our souls.
The aroma of oud and kanafeh.
Can you smell it?
“I don’t smell it.”
Rubble and dust suffocate the air.
Suffocate our lungs.
Pain.
Despair.
We will not be forgotten.
We did not die in vain.
Oh,
My love.
One day,
I too will gaze upon the grace of that land.
My feet will tread the ancient streets.
And one day.
We will smell it again.
Love.
Because.
From the river to the sea.
One day.
Palestine will be free.
Sam Harty Sep 2024
In the estates a baby cries.
In the streets a young man dies.
In the alleys they'll sell you drugs.
In the schools kids now use guns.
In the world there's so much need
Why won't the government intercede?
*form anaphora
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