#solutions
A nuclear war is as dumb as a bad dream
Nobody will live to see the fatal effect of such a steam
War is criminal. War is inhumane and deadly
And rich nations will be as poor as dead shells in the sea
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to ******
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let's swear not to have a **** one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions
A nuclear was is a universal nightmare
War does not solve anything in the deep stratosphere
Frankly, a nuclear war is absolutely unnecessary
Wake up people to smell and inhale the coffee.
Copyright © February 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
You got to go through
the fire to get to the rain
You got to keep Being
persistent Again and again
You have tried and.
you have tried For quite a while,
You have gone through
struggles and so many trials
If you want to see the sunshine,
Break through the Clouds of gray,
Give it another go, and
Welcome your Sunny Days
It may have been rough, and
Had you feeling so blue, but
You made it through the fire, and
Your Go time is due
So, before you give up
Your agility is gained
Always just remember that
Conquer the Fire to get to the rain!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/15/2025
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
#*A tough outer shell
Soft inner core, within
In crevices deep
Lies sweet water still
Calm and swift
The duck glides by
The pond
Where predators lurk
Like the powerhouse
Its energy source, profound
When it lights up
Brightens the whole town
An inspiration
Lies in the unlikeliest of places
Manifests itself
In Petals of lotuses
Sometimes in life’s unexpected turns
Time unveils
Solutions right
Hidden
In plain sight*#
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
Think of the moments,
You stop everything, and stare,
Sometimes, not looking at anything,
Sorting, energy, into thoughts,
That arrive so fast, out of no where,
The best ideas & solutions,
Are not always, a long drawn out plan,
Often they just arrive,
As if someone, just placed them in your hand.
The original: Tom maxwell 05/27/2025AD
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
The beach spray there was downright heavenly.
Then salty tears streamed down my bright red face.
Was my face red from crying or a growing sunburn?
I asked this question as I slowly came to in a hospital.
The IV in my arm dripped clear liquid into my veins.
I’m sorry that my solutions are always so very saline.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
It's like walking on PINS and NEEDLES,
which is very, very HARD to ENDURE,
While going through TRYING TIMES, and HARDSHIPS,
Looking for HOPE but just NOT TOO SURE.
When LIFE is GIVING you LEMONs or
You are just HANGING on by a THREAD,
or looking for a SCAPEGOAT or,
MAYBE IT ALL IN YOUR HEAD.
Whenever there is a PROBLEM,
an ISSUE or NO RESOLUTION,
JUST ALWAYS REMEMBER:
THOUGH IT ALL!!!
There will always be a SOLUTION!!!
When Your NERVES are on the EDGE, and
YOU'RE COMPLETELY LOOSING CONTROL,
Your MIND is GOING SIDEWAYS,
As if you have NO PLACE ELSE TO GO,
When your NERVES are GETTING THE BEST of YOU, and
THOUGHTS are going TO and FRO.
Just TAKE in a FEW DEEP BREATHS L,
A give a STERN GLANCE,
LET GO of your FRUSTRATIONS and
Here comes your BIG CHANCE,
To LET GO OF the NERVES and
the TENSION,
For, this FEELING IT WILL NOT LAST,
IT WILL SUBSIDE and then GO AWAY, and
Your ANXIETY will be in the PAST!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/31/2024
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 10:19 PM UTC
Jubal Cain trained his children,
his brother, Tubal, trained his, as well.
When stories grow in prehistorical shade,
all letters symbol references locked away,
when the little people in blue Phrygian caps,
acknowledge the big strong wombed Liberties,
wearing with honor the red Phrygian caps.
Freedom from all forms of mental tyranny, snaps
medically induced connection across synaptic gaps.
Who, who? We heard it,
on the radio.
Life in my time has been totally unique,
in time as a whole,
scientifically, we, even we two, just me
and you, agreeing,
as touching,
any thing, a thought, a thing? being used
to make you think, once more
what if, we do, and never tell?
what if this is telling?
what if we knew?
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 5:54 PM UTC
Fiat money loses value over time
People know this and this influences
Their thinking towards the short term.
Short term thinking bleeds into many
Areas of life leading to inferiority in so
Many areas of our life and our world
Therefore
We need a money that increases in
Value leading to long term planning
And greater VISION in goals, family,
Business, architecture, and nutrition.
Imagine nations and people planning
For generations. Bitcoin gives vision
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC
Fiat money, printed freely and wildly
Contributes directly to big government
Because they don’t need the will of the
People (paying taxes) for large programs.
Instead the government can just use new
Money created by the big central banks
Therefore
When money is not created easily but
Instead is only created by honest work
And energy expenditure, this naturally
Limits the resources the government
Can use for their projects and ideas.
Bitcoin is the money based on work
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
The fractional reserve banking system
Is built on an unstable foundation where
Not all depositors can access money freely.
Since banks can lend more than they have
This regularly leads to credit & asset bubbles
And then business failures during downturns
Therefore
Let’s move to a more stable system where
There is no central authority which people
Need to trust with their deposits, an open
And accurate ledger where everyone can
Simply verify that their money is secure
With Bitcoin this technology is available
Apr 14, 2023
Apr 14, 2023 at 11:19 AM UTC
Weft and warp
started January 22nd, 2021
The cloth is woven
weft and warp
twigs and twine
bits and pieces
gaps and flaws
make the fabric
of my life.
I try to worry out
the threads that I know
aren't right
the flaws that threaten collapse
yet have become
integral parts
of the weft and warp
that is me.
I smooth this cloth
with my worn hands
then fold it up
and put it away
to work on
another day.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
when you blot out the problem
you can also
blot out the solution.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
The
only way
out of a problem energy
be
to activate the solution energy
not
to be digging
into more of the problem energy
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
I know you’ll just be okay
When you work
Till your whole being shivers
With exhaustion
And your eyes cloud
With salty perspiration
And you push yourself
Into that one last lap
And keep pushing for another-
And yet another.
I know you won’t fall;
That much faith is essential.
And, wherever you trip,
You don’t tread on again.
With all those lessons
You’ve learned on your way,
You know you’ll just be okay.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
When digging for answers
I found a new level
Kept shovelling deeper
Ran in to the devil
He offered protection
He baited with vice
Through his ringmaster's grin
Promised Paradise
Politely, I declined
In peace, took my leave
He tracked me and traced me
Devoid of reprieve
His net cast so broadly
An erroneous shove
What he didn't see coming
Incalculable love
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
Wealthy people have a knack
Of making contributions
They don’t let trials get them down
But focus on solutions
So don’t let anger conquer you
Or seek out retribution
But seek to take the higher road
And offer a solution
Of several ways to undertake
A problem’s diminution
The best by far is simply choose
A mindset of solution
So cultivate this daily choice
There are no substitutions
To making it your daily goal
To seek out good solutions
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
Up with the sun, his mind razor-keen,
he hikes up his trousers and starts his machine.
Though barrels of funk feed their reek to the dawn,
he pays them no heed; the trashman rolls on.
Up alleys, down thruways, past storefronts and stands,
he guides his behemoth with rock-steady hands.
Though big rigs and small fry speed hither and yon,
he sticks to his creed; the trashman rolls on.
Down **** to Impostor, past each stinking bin,
he makes for the junkies and merchants of sin.
Though winos raise eyelids, though punks point and grin,
he straightens his shoulders and thrusts forth his chin.
********* and derelicts lurch from their sties.
Pimps and their harlots flash Jacksons and strut.
“Hey, you in the truck,” a pickpocket cries,
“What are you, buddy, some kinda nut?”
With hands on the levers, and brightly lit eyes,
The big driver leans out and coolly replies:
“No, sir. I’m the trashman.”
And down comes the fork, and up goes the muck.
The gears maul the lowlifes, the fork rocks the truck.
Though hollers and screams shake his steel mastodon,
he longs to proceed; the trashman rolls on.
The truck passes perverts, creeps churned in its bile,
up Felon to Pusher, down Vicious to Vile,
where block upon block, where mile upon mile,
the hookers regale him with smile upon smile.
Near-naked floozies exhibit their wares.
But this man just glares while they trumpet in pique.
“Hey, you in the truck,” a drunk strumpet cries,
“What are you, mister, some kinda freak?”
His hands on the levers, with brightly lit eyes,
the big driver leans out and gently replies:
“No, ma’am. I’m the trashman.”
And down comes the fork, and up goes the slime.
The gears maul the contents to streetwalker chyme.
Though hollers and screams are distressing and drawn,
his heart fails to bleed; the trashman rolls on.
Pining for virtue, he clatters along,
up Bully to Bigot, down Trollop to Spawn,
past Conman and Cutthroat to Thirteenth and Greed.
He steadies, caresses, and readies his steed. Virtue, indeed.
The trashman rolls on.
Okay. NOW CUT AND PASTE THE LINK BELOW TO READ HERO, A SPRAWLING, GROUNDBREAKING FANTASY FOR GROWNUPS IN TWO PARTS. (BUT YOU MUST CLICK ON THE PROVIDED LINK AT THE CONCLUSION OF PART ONE TO ACCESS PART TWO! THAT’S WHERE THIS TALE’S AMAZING RESOLUTION LIES. But please...intelligent, soulful readers only!)
NOW HERE’S THAT LINK:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/14922744-Hero---Part-One-by-Ron-Sanders
Copyright 2020 by Ron Sanders.
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Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
I feel alone
I feel desperate
I feel destructive
20mg hydroxyzine later
I feel tired
I feel calm
I feel drugged
I don’t want to be like this
Seeking relief every waking moment
Begging for the pain to cease
Pull solutions out of a hat
_
take pills
**********
drink scream
slice your wrist
a few more pills
bother your friends
sleep it off
cry write
plan your death
try to ignore it
_
And know
That though this mood will pass
The illness never will
It will always stalk me
It will always come to torture me
It will always be waiting
To destroy me
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
I started this because
No one else would
And I told anyone who asked
That if they wanted to be in charge they could.
I took charge because
It was the right thing to do
But if you wanted to do it
I would’ve let you.
I'm not in charge of directing
Or picking out the cast
And if you wanted me to have less power
Then you could have just asked.
I'm only gathering names.
And making sure we’ve got a script.
I'm not judging the talent
That's someone else’s pick.
You could have spoken to me
Instead of some random prefect
Words hidden behind your hands
Like I'm some ***** secret.
Would you rather it was a mess
Of crumbled papers on the floor
With sean yelling st us
And Ms carvill wanting more.
Would you rather we did nothing
Had no play at all?
But would you stand that judgement?
Would you take the fall?
What is it you actually want?
I hope I find out later
Cause I'll put it in the play for you
Signed-
Your loyal dictator.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 7:25 PM UTC
Give a man some straw
to build a bridge,
and he will find a way
to mend brittleness for his
Family to cross.
But give a man cement
and the foundation will be lazy
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
There is the ancient story of a shepherd boy
whose king outfitted him with armor
to ready him for the challenges of the day
and the boy could not walk
so he threw off the armor
picked up his sling
and tended his father’s flock
with peace and joy freely erupting in song.
My armor is not wealth or wit
I cannot make myself fit
into the current conventions and hype
trying to conform to the normal type
stops up the energies that yearn to flow
freely and gleefully and urge me to go
to the dawn, darkness, clouds and sun
to wrap myself in words that run
like sparkling streams
and windswept dreams.
Poetry is my armor for each day
where worries and problem allay
where I search my feelings and mind
for the word elixir loosening knots that bind.
This armor does not weigh me down
but frees me to my triggering town
where I find and create the poet me
and the landscape of my soul’s poetry.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC