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Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To ****** and to eliminate potential enemies
Fires of hate, fires of hell that **** families
Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea
Fire, natural fires in California
Fire, deadly fires in Gaza
More fire, more power, more firepower
More power, more fire and more back-asswards power
Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner
At the fancy cocktail hour
That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire
Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war
Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar
War is nothing but an evil fire
War is not a game. War is not natural
War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell
War is a waste of human lives and resources
More water to **** all of fires and all sources
The world needs good fire to protect the environment
The world wants peace throughout the continent
God created One World, One People and One Race
And man invented division and many races in this space
Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination
Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption
Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire
We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire
The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe
We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe.

Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Kuda Bux Jan 13
Purple
The sunlight pierces.
In the corner of my eye
is a shape.

Memory
River of my remembering.
The fishes who eat themselves,
are slaves to the current.

chains between my ankles
jangle louder
as I inch towards the comfort
of a familiar tree

Under its shade,
where I buried Yesterday
along with the sins and joys of youth,
Moss has spread
greatsloth Jan 12
A friend asked, “Where would you like to be buried when you die?”
While he looked to the ground
My eyes lingered upon the sky—
“The verdant grass makes me itch
While the bluest ocean is too deep...
The void meanwhile is quiet and without any life...
Isn't it perfect place to rest after I die?”
He laughed and said, ”That's crazy!”
And I thought:

You are the crazy
To live in this world of weary
And not escape, but instead be buried—
In my death I want to be free.
This is a little bit exaggerated convo of me with a friend.
Lydia Jan 11
sometimes I wish you could make someone take back something they said
because as soon as they did
the image you had of them in your mind explodes in an instant
they are just like Them after all,
there’s the hate and prejudice and refusal to have empathy for others that seems to flow so freely these days
no where feels safe anymore in a world where the people you love are part of the problem
Delicacy8100 Jan 11
Silents no thinking
vividly
who how we think
Taking all  
No faces standing
Shadows we can't see
Who not ME
Meet ME
MoonTower ???
No call needed
Whispering thoughts
You and ME
Bring her let them see
Swap meet
Would you recognize a face or are words all you see
Infatuation
I'm in
Find ME


26 years you haven't found me
Do you look or is my persona out of your thought
No crew for your boys so you skipped MY spot
Never lost still not found life tested you choose everything but ME
Lydia Jan 10
8 in the morning
and a realization hits
No one in the world really gives a ****
About me and my problems
Or my feelings and conundrums
It’s over dramatic and silly
They just don’t have time for me
Change the subject, get over it
You’re gonna be turning 30
Everyone is self absorbed or going through it too, we all live the same lives in our own worlds
Delicacy8100 Jan 3
Temptations linger in the air
A longing glance
A vacant stare

A dance of hearts now out of key
I wallow in the echoes
Deep  
Distant memories I cannot keep  
  
A fractured soul
A broken heart  
Detached all that we once knew
Estranged our love
I thought was true
................
Yet still
Temptations softly call
Whispering through the rising wall
Embracing life changes
I wait
Come embrace
ME
Delicacy8100 Dec 2024
Broken me not
Broken I forgot
Abandoned alone my childhood disowned
Survival self-taught
Weathered storms so cold
Broken I forgot
A journey alone I fought and fought
Words to decompress
Breakthroughs who forgot
Insight brings light
Questions unanswered
Broken me not
New life New bonds
No more struggling in silence
Using words as a weapon
Strengthen my mind
The world not forgotten my revival profound
Broken past in the open
Broken me not
Reborn my word tree
I sit endlessly think
A million questions revived
I question
WHO ME

Off-subject life continues my words........ Help ME
A new year ends
A new year begins
My mind runs endlessly
reconnecting what was taught using life experience
I'm genuinely self-taught

You questioned my status you turned into doubt
Paper means nothing when the words have no back
Everyone with connection claims they figured it out
Life provides you with options in times only one route
Make something out of nothing
A million questions (just breathe)
One Life My Poem
Please continue to read
Delicacy8100 Dec 2024
Obligation or Love:
                                  Can They Coexist?**

Can obligation and love truly coexist
Is it possible for both to genuinely persist
Time is all that remains—yet I find it slipping away
A fleeting moment a transient display

Is it duty or love that we’ve been fed
Can obligation wear the mask that one truly cares
is love a promise destructed no spare
Times... life whispers ...  Are you still there
As time binds the heart these ties are so tough
Is love merely what we've chosen or beliefs to ignite
a refuge we cling
a web we've woven

Obligation or love— is all but a question
To genuinely believe
Or a table present
Challenging time a game to conquer
Real life is moving so fast. I question then choose. Life is no mistake even if it doesn't choose you.
Delicacy8100 Dec 2024
My poem tumbles down the page
A storm of thoughts
a restless cage
. . .
My mind so clear
Yet you’re a brainstorm away
Lost in the echoes of words we couldn’t say

Our love has captured decades
All I asked is it time to turn a page
As time slipped by
I sit in wonder
You abandoned our life as dreams have spun  
Leaving us stranded when we could’ve begun

Standing still the world moves fast
The past
a shadow that couldn’t last  
Now all that’s left is quiet as you refrain
A love once alive words never the same
As the trees sway my mind coordinates a trance hit with a flow of words
A whisper
I wallow
I drift with the sounds
As rain surrenders
My thoughts disordered
My heart in knots
This page gives order
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