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#invasion
you crept into me quietly, and slowly, not making a noise once. and before i knew it pieces of you were everywhere and maybe that was your plan. to plant pieces of you that would consume me the way that ivy covers a wall. so that there would be no chance of anything or anyone else invading me, the way that you did because even when i try to rid myself of you and pull you from the roots that you so deeply imbedded in me, it is never enough. tiny, almost invisible pieces of you stay behind and there’s silence for a while until you begin to grow again, invade me repeatedly, hold every single thought hostage tie my heart up so tightly, that it never has the ability to beat for anyone but you.
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
invasion
i can’t sleep you are invading my head the memory of you that was once so deeply hidden has begun to grow and the root of you, has made its way into every part of my brain pieces of you have spread all over and i find you in my heart my body aches for you and yet when i try erase you you find new places to grow and i am reminded that i will never be rid of you you invade every thought every dream every moment and i let you
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 3:39 AM UTC
you invade me
Put your hands up, try and keep a straight face, but it will never break our fall. Isn't there a town over there? Why are children climbing up walls? You said, eventually we'll lose them all. You're a reflection of me, bright, weary and impossibly lost, sewing sour sentiments into a doleful flag. You said, the sad was only a reciprocity of rain, but it didn't break our fall, didn't save our town. The sign says: 'stay away from here', a sheltered kiss then to remember us by, while nearby, someone drowns in the clear blue water. Sometimes the cruelest part of tragedy is its proximity to hope.
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
The Soviet Arrives
Nobody does something for nothing Everybody expects something in return If he doesn’t receive the prize, he will ****** the land If he gives you something, he quickly extends his left hand To grab or pilfer something in return It’s dark, please turn on the lantern An eye for an eye, an eye for a nose To tell the truth, my friends, nobody knows What the heck is going on Piracy is a fantastic weapon No prize, no land No money, no band No oil, no freedom No fun, no gum No kiss, no honey No hugs, no money Everybody wants something in return It’s nighttime, please light the lantern. Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 9:12 AM UTC
Something In Return, Fringe Benefits
I had the unfortunate privilege of participating in a war As an immediate life experience This afforded me the luxury of indifference While eliminating the sanguine notion of naiveté Bravo 6 once told me - the only easy day was yesterday Existing in a constant state of crisis justifies our history of violence Collectively vindicates informed decisions to use lethal force without tolerance License to search and destroy hostiles with extreme prejudice Collateral damage merely an unfortunate expenditure of doing business This is the merely the price of war The cost is the bones and broken lives we leave behind as just-cause When we are redeployed to kick down someone else’s door Eventually in time, all these sins will follow us home And war will make corpse of us all
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Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
Baghdad and everything after
You’ve got 99 problems but your loyalty is one, you’ll never solve them now the World Cup is done. Achieved by your colours that aren’t so true, by a Nation that once treasured you. Gretzky I believe your reign is through. You used to shoot and inevitably you’d score, imagine the disappointment of each Gord. Keep the red and white but add the blue, betray a Nation that once treasured you. Gretzky; no longer number one not even two. Keep your guns and keep your hate, Canada’s not your fifty-first state. We’ve always been a Country, one that’s great. Went to a room and ignored the sign, now we’ve changed the labels and removed your wine. Disappointed in what you would do, to a National that once treasured you. The sadness and anger only grew. An apology that will come too late, Canada will never be your fifty-first state. Not up for discussion or debate. A concept you should understand, you can’t put a “for sale” sign on our land. The death of a legend came from the hands of a bad man and a bad plan. No longer the greatest of all time after you’ve committed the greatest of crimes. We won’t take the tariffs or the bait, Canada will never be your fifty first state. We’ll cement the actions and the date. So stay in exile as is it your fate, Canada won’t be your fifty first state, cause it’s the one, the one that’s great.
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
Duel of the Greats
_We are safe. Despite that, The insurgency visited us. Under our suckaway are ***** Let us take what belongs to us, not you Stay underneath your trees. Fall asleep on its fallen leaves. Let our rivers flow Make our throat moist Please Over 200 million people are starving. Enough is enough! Indirect slavery is enough._
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Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 6:50 AM UTC
Diplomatic-based invasion
Hope is out on another untimely vacation Causing a slight hesitation upon recognition 'Cause this isn't the first occasion Even when only halfway paying attention I know what's comin', Probably should have run For all the good that ever done Keep an eye on the horizon, just south of the setting sun You'll hear the invasion of a negative persuasion Long before they let you see 'em And you'll notice, there's no record of a single recorded win From all the way back since I don't know when And all I can confirm is that there's never been ©2024
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Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 1:05 PM UTC
~•§•~ Unsanctioned Vacation ~•§•~
Prologue In the end, the bitter end, he who orders the death and destruction of another nation shall, himself, sleep the sleep of the vanquished. I Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh And call out feebly in the midst of night Calling, fearsome as their bleak wanton cry And frighting, as the unthinkable fright Until the dark of their plight passes by. II For, cold are the eyes that slumber in fear And cold is the heart of the soul that sleeps And sour is the taste of the sleeper's tear And dire are the many secrets he keeps For, wild is the scream that seeps in his ear. III The ruler of tracts o'er the eastern lands Where red is the sky and black are the days And burned are the souls the ruler commands As flaming night comes and flaming night stays So, then a nation betrays at his hands. IV Nothing is priceless or free of its cost And value is learned when payment is due For, battles are won though, wars can be lost, (Battles are many yet, victories few) And dead mouths sound as a new dream is tossed. Epilogue Sleep heavy and sleep long as you are, at last, held to account for your sins. Payment shall be heavy and long and shall last for eternity.
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Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 11:27 AM UTC
Nightmare Of The Eastern Wind
these days looking around the globe one might believe that we are traveling in time just in the wrong direction regression as progress seems to be the dominant notion of the day creating wannabes in various disguises      populist czars, sultans, nationalists, dictators,      assorted self-appointed saviors      of their peoples’ wealth and health, trumpeting fences, walls, tough immigration laws, etc., etc.   to keep out and silence all those aliens      or invade their countries       and eliminate them      who otherwise are welcome      as our partners in the global trade      that seems to dominate the world of greed so we can all be ourselves      whatever that might mean claiming to solve the problems of tomorrow      with memories of yesterday is not only hopeless but quite dangerous do you remember what that glorified past actually was?
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Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 5:37 AM UTC
time travels (revised and reposted)
Where have all the assassins gone, I'm just asking, Where have all the hit-men gone, It wasn't long ago. Where have all the psychos gone, Ones like Sirhan Sirhan, Or a crazy red Russian, Lining crosshairs for Vlad Putin. Where have all the agencies gone, I'm just asking, The MI5, the CIA, KGB, Mossad; Where have covert actions gone, When there's guys like crazed Kim Jong; Or a crazed Red Russian, A narcissistic Vlad Putin. Where have all our heroes gone, I'm just asking; Where have all our leaders gone, Not so long ago. Where have all fine Russians gone; Boris was their last good one; When will we ever learn, Ego-maniacs can't govern.
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Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC
Where Have All the Assassins Gone
Oh, We forgot. Again.
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Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 9:00 AM UTC
Lest We Forget
Starting from the Euphrates wayfinding a trail toward Babylonia to divert her waters mapping her ancient towers her eyes her desires her pudendum egressing out of the bitter river surrounding her temple until enlightenment glisters betwixt the frangible pages of her Dialogue of Pessimism: ~ *"Who is so tall as to ascend to heaven? Who is so broad as to encompass the entire world?"* ~
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
Ecumene
These strange fellows Still record on videotape Abroad an outdated Insufficient spacecraft The shape of An interstellar bowling alley By night they hunt for New age wine Radio waves And a slew of hitchhikers Some they greet Some they cheat Some they mistreat Some they eat Convenient store gangbusters Crop circling has seen its better day Soundtrack enthusiasts They've a score to settle With John Williams They came from a fruitless world In search of pomegranate skies And the Big Apple Even from the far flung Reaches of space Everyone's an actor Some they unseat Some they beat Some they reheat Some they eat We're odd to them Because they're gods to us In a technologically challenged Unidentified flying object It's not war they want Nor invasion Just dinner theatre And a reliable map
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Pomegranate Skies
Liking all the latest pics From the keyboard of my device Posting all the time Push a button to make a dime Gathering members from afar I'm a star Why did he have to reinvent the book By typing right here, everything you need He plugged us in, created social network for greed The info guru of the whole **** world That's why he had to reinvent the book We feel your caution behind the firewall Finding an app to help us all It's paradise when your video goes viral Accepting new friends you've never met Want to make a bet? Why did he have to reinvent the book By typing right here, everything you need He plugged us in, created social network for greed The info guru of the whole **** world That's why he had to reinvent the book Making it feel more like a celebration Spreading the likes and dislikes To a whole new generation More like New World Order of sanitisation That's why he had to That's why he had to That's why he had to, reinvent the book.
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
Facebook
two little ugly creatures astride me shhhh-oulders residers and deniers, opinion~haters, into each ear, they whisper~creep, do don't do don't you'll be sorry,* ***never~good~enough~ and~you~know~it*** *never in uni~sons, now look how sorry~sad you are... dear old dad when done with the outside torturing, slip right in and down the ear canal, up to the brain, thought~mongers, (what's a monger anyway?) the voices of my depression, you can't, you couldn't, you lose, yo yo you lost you are o v e r, my body snatched, my past erasing, turn me into mongrel, half~man, half~dead a monger-el, a contemptible god, contempted, contemptible that's the word refrain of the men in my head*
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
We rode our horses cross-country, Through the nations of the unknown, We survived the snowy mountains, And lived off the land and the trees, Through hot summers and cold winters, Through deserts storms; we circled the trails, We learned from the birds and the bees, We hunted the elk, the deer and the buffalo, We fished to feed the travelling spirit, We turned acorns into flour, We set our senses free. $ Europeans brought Soldiers, missionaries, smallpox, the common cold, scalping, reservations, whisky and the rush for gold. You brought land grabbers, oil barons, fencing, bricks, barbed wire and all the accoutrements of your civilised culture! You made this country your own; and forced it's 1st nation people into a 3rd world culture. You ***** the land of its resources, filled it with waste. You wasted the water to make coke, burgers, and fantasy towns. To reign supreme in a new-world without shame! Savages!
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
Native
Let me sink like a smooth river stone An illusion of solid and smooth perfection Yet a mere chunk of matter The result of many falls and stumbles Years of immersion at the surface Of a relentless and powerful stream Displace every bit of oxygen within me Fill my body with water Suffocate every bit of my existence Intoxicate every ounce of red fluid with acid Until this burden that beats within me is defeated The invasion that frees my soul
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
The River Stone
Be it a dead silent dark night, With the clock counting dead hour. Or a walk through a chaotic lane With the people busy in chitter-chatter. My thoughts have completely been absorbed By the warmth, and everything that is him. My mind has gone wild. It doesn't stop dreaming and thinking. I wish I could post my senses to an eternal rest Because it's beautiful and exhausting. Gleeful and yet hurting.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
A fanciful intrusion
They're here They're upon us Arrived while the world was sleeping While in a coma Scheming eyes behind rubbery masks Painted smiles with veneered teeth Keeping us still Keeping us on mute Dosed up on pills Chemically induced Stolen our minds Stolen our thoughts While looking in our eyes The scent of our fear energises them Who are they you ask Opposition to man In every profession Positions of power To practice control To take control Sending terror through the airwaves Mankind their guinea pig Experiments performed without your knowledge While watching your favourite movie Portholes everywhere Who can you trust No-one Who can you tell No-one For the person next to you Might be more than just ... Someone
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Alien Invasion
Nobody marching toward us Their guns making us die. No tanks are come clanking No bombers in the sky. But our Congress and generals When oil or bases seem needed; We appear armed and threatening Peace and love talk not heeded. No country has attacked us With troops and lethal artillery. But our leaders expect us to Go open up their arteries And **** their women and children And laugh while they all die And we are expected to do this And never think to ask why. It’s almost like big companies Were sad when WW2 ended So they started attacking countries We really should have befriended. We let Russia have free reign To **** and ****** and steal Almost as if their aggression Wasn’t really true or even real. We looked around and made them, Those evil old warlike excuses, That some country threatened freedom And we pretended they weren’t ruses. We attacked Korea and Vietnam We were just supposed to observe That they were yellow people there And think they got what they deserved. We didn’t stop there, as Reagan took A duly elected leader and put him in jail. If any country did that to our country The conservatives would howl and rail. Then the Bushes tried their best to take Iraq to steal their oil and punish them And created an era of stronger hatred And anti-American outrage and mayhem. No foreign country has attacked America; So, the point bears repeating once again. We need to stop acting like bullies here And start acting like decent statesmen And women who have the bigger picture; The growth of peace in our battered world So, other countries will not take their guns And shoot our flag when it’s unfurled.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
THE BIG LIE OF WAR
Nobody marching toward us Their guns making us die. No tanks are come clanking No bombers in the sky. But our Congress and generals When oil or bases seem needed; We appear armed and threatening Peace and love talk not heeded. No country has attacked us With troops and lethal artillery. But our leaders expect us to Go open up their arteries And **** their women and children And laugh while they all die And we are expected to do this And never think to ask why. It’s almost like big companies Were sad when WW2 ended So they started attacking countries We really should have befriended. We let Russia have free reign To **** and ****** and steal Almost as if their aggression Wasn’t really true or even real. We looked around and made them, Those evil old warlike excuses, That some country threatened freedom And we pretended they weren’t ruses. We attacked Korea and Vietnam We were just supposed to observe That they were yellow people there And think they got what they deserved. We didn’t stop there, as Reagan took A duly elected leader and put him in jail. If any country did that to our country The conservatives would howl and rail. Then the Bushes tried their best to take Iraq to steal their oil and punish them And created an era of stronger hatred And anti-American outrage and mayhem. No foreign country has attacked America; So, the point bears repeating once again. We need to stop acting like bullies here And start acting like decent statesmen And women who have the bigger picture; The growth of peace in our battered world So, other countries will not take their guns And shoot our flag when it’s unfurled.
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And I saw them From my front porch and I saw them from my yard and I saw them by the millions they are coming down here where we are And they'll call in the entire millitary It'll baffel the machine I will question the authorities and maybe break some rules I have profound compound evidence that we're all living in a dream like some kind of complex system to divide infinity
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
Them
an endless dilemma an unsung drama there's no resolution to the struggles a natural cycle spawning eternally once suffered enough from the nth time like an echo on repeat trapped in a tunnel banging against walls no way out but the soul seeks isolation even from itself night and day it's always been a disarray and then it got what it wanted a haunting clamor complained for never finding peace in solitude distractions seem to be useless medications: no effect like a virus going stronger every time you tried to fight it an endless dilemma slowly conquering every bit of you a silent invasion
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
desperate times