"animosities" poems
I lived my half dictionary life before I could
comprehend compulsory compromises.
Collectors arise, disguises and devices beeping,
chastising my blindness.
Gather geography from Afghanistan and Myanmar
graciously growing gold gilded gift horses,
gleefully gloating about floating far away.
My hoof beats above concrete match my heart’s defeat
across borders and mountains
embroidering cardboard cut-outs
calling deserts, decorating front covers.
Exhaling handcrafted letters for my missing half,
half demanding highest caliber commanders and half commanding completion.
Jade jays joyfully lay arrays of bouquets
fragile flowers decay faraway
in jawbones and jail cells.
Begging farewells in a hotel’s lobby
began my hobby,
early morning coffee and carbon copies
concurringly cocky around his dead body.
Gang ciphers for cartels are
Christmas bells hissing at collars,
half dollars embellishing bar crawlers
godfathers hollering at car haulers.
Atrocities across cities attack,
attachable atrophies audibly ambush arthritic anthologies.
Anomalies begin apologies between apostrophes,
advancing autonomy arousing ancient animosities.
All eluding Antarctica,
giant frozen crests, multi-coloured ice
hidden in my illustrations
anxious for my distant half.
Friday cassettes and cigarettes
deliberately making bets following “M”.
Breaking bindings and finding “beta” in alphabet,
may feasibly end in debt.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
Dear Mountain hello
I feel bad, I’m sorry
Everyone thinks you are this monster
But I know,
The hikers always make the trail
The mountain has no say
They can’t see the forest for the trees
But I see you mountain for the trail
Our spoken words your trampled ground
Emotion bonds for twists and turns
Our animosities propel your summit further out of reach
“It must be cold on all that ice up top, hu?”
I know your top is frigid warm
Like I said, I sorry. They don’t get you
Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 1:37 PM UTC
The mirth crease on my face,
Are the traces of scoff,
Laced in my heart,
The oath I swore,
I hold with pride,
And the throne;I shall surely ascend,
For in their minds are nefarious surmise,
Bequeathed by their fathers,
As an epitome of my exactitude,
And in the reverence of their supposed lore,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
The webs I cast,
And crown the ravens on the orbs,
Somersaulting the flamboyance and alluring sciences,
In the follies of their fantasies and lust,
Their souls are clipped with taint claws,
And shooed into my den,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their temples and synagogues,
Are my dote ravens,
Quoting the collars of their scriptures,
And stalking their honored lingo,
In their desperations for excellence and deliverance,
Their minds and sight,
Are bewitched with elixirs,
To their satiety,
And drove in slavery,
'He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their moments of quandery,
I hover on the corridors of their thoughts,
And whisper the "B" plans,
Brewing the animosities and cruelties among theirselves,
Carving justification for the aftermath,
But still;"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
Apostrophe'
©Historian E.Lexano
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Am I just another face in your clouded sky
An obscure vapor formation passing by?
Perhaps my desires are the same as yours
Beyond your horizon I would explore
Does human morality have you tethered?
Even I fare well in stormy weather...
My experiences span from fables to lies I fabricate
From animosities to the need to re-tolerate
I feel, I see, I know when I've been deceived
I love this life, its magical spells
I was forged in Heaven and raised in Hell
I am all these things and so much more
I hold the keys to many doors...
But most of all I like to sleep
And dream of worlds that exist in peace
Out beyond the stares where Darkness thrives
For I am merely a Traveler passing by...
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
There I was, staring from afar,
is it just the night scene that makes my periphery hazy? Or we're on a geomorphological process of meeting an another celestial body; you were standing there, wondrously daydream- like, as that time came unbeknownst to me.
There is a strange familiarity on you
that changes my animosities— _a paradigm shift_, and all the long way leads to you.
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 12:57 PM UTC
To whom it may concern,
I’m writing this letter with my computer
Because my handwriting is bad
I tried practicing once a week
But it hasn’t improved since
So I’m sorry
I have a plan I want to accomplish and this is my plan:
I’m taking a long train ride to my favorite town
Won’t you come with me?
Bring with you a shovel, make it two
Your enemies, if handy, could come too
And I’ll take with me
All the puzzling premonitions we’ve created,
The faltering echoes of our unintentional words,
The ambiguity we’ve painted on our faces,
The tragedy of our inevitable past,
The underlying cause of our animosities
Let’s bury them all
If we get tired of digging, there’s a river nearby
We can drown them all
Of course under different names
So if someone accidentally finds them,
They will never know it was us.
Everyone has secrets, and this is ours.
Sincerely,
Manganese
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
And all before you I stood uncertain
Descended between us, an iron curtain
With lips sewn silent, thoughts rendered null
With doused animosities in smoldering ashes
I forced you a smile, transparent deceit
You returned the favor with akin reluctance
Where were you, when these thoughts were ripe?
Our fruit has decayed and shed new seeds
I repress my childish curiosity,
And donned the indifference of maturity
But who are you? I know your name and face
Who are you, the stranger staring you down?
With eyes beneath a guarded glaze
In oblivion to every memory,
We stare at eachother in silence
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 5:43 PM UTC
These are the days of love with a price tag:
These are the days of affections that won't last;
These are the days when more marraiges collapse:
These are the days when passions fade fast;
These are the days when daugthers curse their mothers:
These are the days when youths despise humble beginnings;
These are the days of "it doesn't matter as long as it trends":
These are the days when immorality is more appealing;
These are the days when open-hearted words might be lies:
These are the days when love for money supersedes all;
These are the days when virginity is no longer a thing of pride:
These are the days when your lover will seek your fall;
These are the days when armunitions are made to invade another's land:
These are the days when those who should protect us becomes our enemies;
These are the days when men in suits are more corrupt than those in prison clothes:
These are the days when the so-called civilised are the ones behind animosities;
These are the days when *********** thrives in the media:
These are the days when the respect of religious leaders is earned by the size of gifts;
These are the days when you must not trust religious and civil laws spoken from the mouth of men:
These are the days when those who claim to pursue peace are actually vicious beasts;
These are the days when using the rod is termed an act of abuse not a means of correction:
These are the days when skin colour and beliefs are a strong deterrent to relating with one another;
These are the days when parents emphatically teach hating others to their children:
These are the days when a dead terrorists is celebrated as a martyr;
These are the days when diseases are created to fund the accounts of a few:
These are the days when men step in as heroes after having created the pain in the first place;
These are the days when leaders sell their people to gain acceptance among powerful cruel men:
These are the days when you should never trust the countenance of your master's face;
But dear reader, no matter how bad these days seems to be,
You and i can choose that to evil, we will not condescend;
Bear in mind that the evils of this world will be on the increase,
As long as there are people who strongly believe that this world will come to an end.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
as we're celebrating
with family and friends
on Christmas day
give a thought to nations
who are in the fife
of a destructive flay
there will be no peace
all harmony unkempt
the tones of happiness
in these lands exempt
munitions reining down
terror in every street
the frightened war weary
caught in a violent cleat
the wailing of innocent children
the grieving heart of a mother
humanity lost in the woods
the planet's brotherhood in smother
and the joys of Christmas
we'll have to share
yet there will be places on our orb
dowsed with pain and despair
Syria and Iraq
those trouble riven territories
where there is an ongoing
legacy of animosities
merry and mirthful
shall be our Christmas day
but let us not forget war torn countries
far beyond our homeland's bay
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Your softest nature elicits returns
With silver charms and gold tooth smiles,
And your love for fellow mankind burns,
Your existence free of turmoil and trials.
When people defend your ranks and reputes
And are willingly kind when speaking your name,
Your character fine in practice recruits
Alliances forged, animosities tamed.
No fist that is hidden within a velvet glove
Nor sleight or disdain so worthless and shotten,
And all is good and fair in love
And war is ever to be forgotten.
But see how soon your prized elation
Is made to fail and crash to Earth,
From super gliding elevation
To ditch go falling in scathing mirth.
And how you turn like the change of season,
You come, incognito, dark wings furled.
Tempestuous and wild without rhyme or reason,
Caught and lost between two worlds.
What difference in words of you now spoken
When you, your reputation embrown,
Your wings unfurled will soon be broken
And your saintly crown falls
Down
Down
Down
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
What's the point in loving, when it always turns too sour
when you have found the one you want, attracted by loves power
love blossoms between two souls, like a new born open flower
elevating your true feelings, on loves affectionate tower
love washed away with every storm and every raining shower
why does it all diminish by the day and even hour by hour?
They always say they love you when everything is new
Way back at the time when both your loves first grew
so very comforting knowing their loves there to turn too
forever your life long love there is no other view
they say their loves forever, why does it always go askew?
you can not help who you love what are you supposed to do?
why do they always tell you that their love is forever?
and your the one they have searched for, no one else no never
with our feelings for each other, love bonding us together
surviving all life's problems, love always will endeavour
no matter how hard I have tried, love seems to always sever
without the love that we have. there is nothing whatsoever
those lost loves maybe gone but they are not forgotten
pining for those lost times, in my mind so very often
through times gone by, love and feelings never soften
everything starts to fall, loves sweet fruit turns rotten
love always turns from silk to fraying broken cotton
suns go down on the love we had, our life's misbegotten
there is no need to be like this, if you let me through the door
without any animosities, love doesn't have to be a chore
why cant things be the way, like the way they where before?
things that are lost can be regained I'm hoping there's a cure
but its really not your fault who you have feelings for
thinking of what should have been and always wanting more
they say your part of their life, when your hearts are embossed
a shadow of my former self now our hearts are not crossed
hearts frozen in cold feelings, loves shattered in the frost
sadness pain and heartache, times and feelings tossed
remembering the good times, these times come at a cost
because even with the small things, too many loves are lost
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
My 3rd eye has seen
All the dimensions
But it was just a glance
Of all the possibilities
Everything’s clean and clear
Nothing to hate nothing to fear
Construct ideas of over joy
Eliminate inner animosities
Along with what you don’t need
Perception is cleaned
Everything’s clean and clear
Pains disappeared pleasure is near
Nobody can’t see me
Everybody is so needy
They can’t we can’t I can’t die
The beauty in the world
Brings energy to me
I’m so grateful
Happy just to be
Everything’s clean and clear
Yes it’s strange yes it’s weird
I know you’ll reject
But you’ll regret
Not looking
Through the glass
There’s no fate
Futures mine
Everything’s clean and clear
Breathing in the sweetest air
Clean and clear
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Words flow like water
Brushing past my fingers, quickly
An unobtainable river
But taking the drops from my palms
Dipped in the tide
I shake a precious dew
Hopefully settling
Into some thing,
Some great being of vastness
To drink, drench, quench even,
It's multitude of worries
and curiosities
To flow in like an ocean,
Setting wonders in motion,
And healing animosities
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
The who, the what
the where, the when
the how it's gonna be
Cause I don't care
about your animosities
I live to love
the truth behind
the lies you have said to me
Cause I don't want
to live in your
make believe reality
I came to end
this dull, emotionless fantasy
I'll revolutionize
your mind so that
you could realize
the way that it should be
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
I regret to inform you the battle's been lost,
we fought for our cause but could not pay the cost.
the ground is shaking beneath me and children are screaming,
I know this is real, but how I wish I were dreaming.
I managed to hide here, in an old musty den,
and within rubble and debris I found an old pen.
So I write you this verse on the current atrocities,
such inhuman hate filled with cold animosities.
Buildings are crumbling and trees and have been burned,
the world is scorched but the lesson? Not learned.
The end game approaches, the hour so fleeting.
There's nowhere to run. No escape. No retreating.
The smoke billows in and the cannonballs fly,
as fire and brimstone fall from the sky.
I hear angry footsteps approaching the door,
It's not safe here much longer but I must tell you more.
I don't know how this started, but you can surely blame,
the rich, greedy tyrants and their bloodletting game.
The foul stench of flesh, punishing as a curse,
and that's the just the tip of an iceberg far worse.
I wish I could finish, but I'll stop here I think,
as I'm sorry to say I've just run out of ink...
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
Slavery is hell. Hell is back. Slavery is worse than hell
No freedom of speech! And democracy is neither cheap nor for sale
Hell is here again. Please listen to the first resounding bell
Hell is as terrible as slavery, a source of shame, pain, suffering and misery
For poor hardworking migrants who have crossed under infernal sunny
Days, hot and thunderous rainy nights, and dark cloudy sky
Many uninvited borders in order to reach potholes full of ice
And snow, where the weather is hostile, racist and deadly
God did not create our world to be so sinister and unfriendly.
Slavery is here again, where children are summarily killed
Where gentlemen are sissified and humiliated, where unskilled
Goons and henchmen are trained to be worse than wild animals
Where women are beaten and trampled like rags in shopping malls
Where rumors of inhuman atrocities are widely spread
To sow fear, fear which is as bad as living in real hell
And where young men and women’s futures are for sale
To the harshest and meanest detention centers or gallows
This sorry world has no future for people with so many lows.
Exploitation is hell. Hell is back, again. Corruption is hell for the masses in the crasse
For the victims of countless wars and for the desperate migrants who hide en masse
Rich countries wage major wars and let their proxies drop heavy bombs and cans
To destroy the fragile homes of the impoverished, unarmed and starved citizens
One wonders why some countries have a military budget so high and wasteful
Maybe only Satan knows why human beings cannot be too cordial or fraternal
And why factual rumors and actual animosities are so widely spread
Telling the truth always hurts bullies, tyrants, executioners and hideous perpetrators
While the uneducated victims behave like hiding zombies in the wicked corridors.
Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
Amongst these seething animosities,
There's one amongst these, my favorite anomalie.
I pine for just the thoughts of what I means to breath
But sadly, I have to live in this reality.
Don't stumble when you flee the dark.
Don't wipe your hands as you rip my heart.
Don't cry with my head in your hands.
The tears are more than I can stand
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
What's the point in loving, when it always turns too sour
When you have found the one you want, attracted by loves power
Love blossoms between two souls, like a new born open flower
Elevating your true feelings, on loves affectionate tower
Love washed away with every storm and every raining shower
Why does it all diminish by the day and even hour by hour?
They always say they love you when everything is new
Way back at the time when both your loves first grew
So very comforting knowing their loves there to turn too
Forever their your life long love there is no other view
They say their loves forever, why does it always go askew?
You can not help who you love what are you supposed to do?
They always seem to tell you that their love is forever?
And your the one they have searched for, no one else no never
With our feelings for each other, love bonding us together
Surviving all life's problems, love always will endeavour
No matter how hard I've tried, love seems to always sever
Without the love that we have. there is nothing whatsoever
Those lost loves maybe gone but they are not forgotten
Pining for those lost times, in my mind so very often
Through times gone by feelings and love they will never soften
Everything then starts to fall, loves sweet fruit turns rotten
Why does Love always turn from silk to fraying broken cotton
Sun's go down on the love we had, our life is misbegotten
There is no need to be like this, if you let me through the door
Without any animosities, love doesn't have to be a chore
Why cant things be the way, like the way they where before?
Things that are lost can be regained I'm hoping there's a cure
It really is not your fault who you have feelings for
Thinking of what should have been and always wanting more
They say your part of their life, when your hearts where both embossed
A shadow of my former self now our hearts are no longer crossed
Heart's frozen in cold feelings, loves shattered in the frost
Sadness pain and heartache, times and feelings tossed
Remembering the good times, those times come at a cost
Because even with the small things, to many loves are lost
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
Good friends
Don't always see things the same
Certain amounts of animosities
Interactively remain
Politics and religion
A measurement of wits
Constantly clashing
Good friends are the ****
Although sometimes
Bigotry comes into play
Cleverly crafted subliminal displays
An elephant in the pathway of justice
A mindset politically seasoned
Can easily corrupt us
Oh how harsh the voice of my reason
Us Liberals are always up to our treason
Watch their eyes roll to the right
As their fascist-ism
Peeks through their white
Hold on to that gun
With all your might
Wealthy people
Love to fight
...
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC