No ICE in The STREETS
Spring is around the corner
Pretty soon
There will be no more ice and werewolves in the streets
Gone will be all types of fire power and terror
Gone will be the bullies, the thugs and the creeps
In the nick of time, when the soil is hot and steamy
All the goons, bandits and henchmen will be gone
Disappeared and dysfunctional like a dirty
And rusty gun
I cannot wait, I cannot wait
No more executions, tears, chaos and hate.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
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Personal longing for change mixed with abstract hope for societal transformation.
Multiple distinct ideas packed densely: spring, violence, bullies, executions, chaos—rapid ideation.
Negative present conditions but strongly positive anticipation of future relief and renewal.
Urgent, repetitive declarations; exclamatory tone; escalating catalog of threats then erasure.
Approximately 12 lines; falls within 7-15 line range.
Simile with gun; personification of spring; vivid imagery (ice, werewolves, soil steamy).
Pure lyric first-person internal voice; no narrative or dramatic persona shift.
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