I like nature;
it is calm.
It has its truth
that I want.
The truth I search for in every soul,
not the masks I get to see
but the hidden faces I want to know.
I once had a mask.
It feeds you lies to keep it alive.
But being alive doesn’t matter
if it hunts you down
and burns your soul on the inside.
Because you think the outside
wears a disguise,
but with the clock ticking
it shows your cries —
shows the world how helpless you are,
and then the mask doesn’t help you at all.
So be like nature,
be its calm.
Grow yourself how you want.
Find the people who love the truth
and show you, with every heartbeat,
their love for you.
.
yesss
hern purty sat nimbly
in hern
sky blue strapless
tube
az mine eyne
tip-toe'd to thuh
edge
Life's storms challenge us.
No matter how dark the clouds
Above them, sun shines.
Remember well the words that Christ has said:
'Look at the birds, they neither sow nor reap,
Yet by His Hand they daily still are fed' -
Our Father keeps awake while the sparrows sleep.
It pleases God to meet our every need,
As we draw near through prayer and Holy Word.
In time with Him, our trusting hearts are freed,
And faith responds when His command is heard.
We launch in faith, obeying His decree,
And learn how true our God remains, how kind.
Faith does not shift with each calamity,
Nor bend to fleeting feelings of the mind.
Its anchor holds in Scripture’s firm accord,
The inner voice - stirring – ‘Speak Lord’.
Do you become
famished
before you get
hungry
Do you become
smitten
when being
alone
Do you become
distant
once over
the target
Do you become
vagrant
though always
at home
Do you become
younger
with wrinkles
upon you
Do you become
foreign
while taking
the pledge
Do you become
angry
and lost
in your garden
Do you become
tempted
when nearing
— the edge
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
I am grateful for knowing
despite how long it took..
that discovering many of life’s answers
depends on where I look.
It turns out it is not nearly as difficult as it seems….
Looking outside myself
I find all the wonders of the world
Looking inside myself
I find my wishes…hopes and dreams.
Boldly colored days each Fall give hope
that a new beginning; a new season
will ease his sorrows and help him cope
with her absence, but he longs for a reason.
Life meant nothing. Often, people queried
his state of mind and wished him the best.
He always looked gaunt and rather wearied.
With his wife's whereabouts, he was obsessed.
Daily, Edward felt grief heighten inside
his heart, wondering how he could've been blind,
and why in him she felt she couldn't confide.
Never, to his beloved had he ever been unkind.
Lurid, mysterious notes only provided quandaries
that left him more confused than he was before.
He'd never suspected there had been boundaries
between them. The look of remorse he sadly wore.
Dare a blade of glass stir
‘neath his eagle eye
or a leaf from a tree silent
take to the sky
A rustle of undergrowth
arouses his concern
from signs such as this one
the look-out will learn
what the enemy’s planning
from where it is coming
another night at his post
~ displaying his cunning
Zoo animals two by two
marching on cue to jolly upbeat tune
parading for us to admire
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
This is a new golden horizon
This is a heavenlike season
Where everything is beautiful
And a serpentine rainbow looks wonderful
In the sky, in the heaven, in the air
Look! Countless birds are diving in the atmosphere.
This is a brand new season
This is a honeylike horizon
I wonder if this is a new spring
A new style to speak and to sing
Oh! I see. This is simply a new thing
A new genre to swing in the ring.
Hooray! Hooray! I am absolutely right
Everything will be alright, yes alright
No more sadness, no more pain
In spite of the surprisingly audacious rain
This is a heavenlike horizon
This is a new golden season.
There are countless rainbows in the sky
I cannot tell or invent a lie
This is a time to hope and to heal
And to come up with a new and better deal
Fire in the nerves, fire in the bloodstream
Look! Two fish are swimming in the golden stream.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Look at her body,
Her scars tell stories.
Look at her face,
Her smile hides so much pain.
Look at her eyes,
Those green eyes have cried so many tears.
Look at her heart,
You’ll see it’s broken.
Look at her ears,
They’ve heard unimaginable things.
Look at her shadow,
It’s the only one that never left her side.
Look at her cheeks,
You’ll see the path of every tear she has cried.
Look at her legs,
There are times that they aren’t strong enough to hold her up.
Look at her hands,
She has screamed into them.
Look at her scars,
They don’t define her.
Look at her,
And you’ll see what matters.
Stalked all their life
Stained by a crime not committed
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated
Probation was for those in need of reformation
Not those who already good behaviour
But any chance to stereotype
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible chains of oppression are locked in and secured
A way to surveil those who now walk in the light
Constant checkups, now a normal routine
Having to ensure their record is squeaky clean
Being suffocated by the fear
Of breathing wrong
They'll do anything to keep us behind bars
Freedom they promised, yet freedom we haven't received
Being watched doesn't equate to being free
Especially when we still hang from the trees of your critique
You can't claim slavery ended when we are still slaves to your constant surveillance
Not when incarceration is used as a way to keep us hidden
Not when we live a life of normalcy
Yet are still followed
By the law that claims to help
Yet shoots us as soon as we open our mouth
You can't claim it ended when we live under the power
Of the white man
It's always a battle,
Everyday is,
Always a battle,
Between life and death,
I forgot something,
I didn't check before leaving,
I didn't look before going,
Everyday's like this,
I didn't eat,I overeat,
I overslept, I under slept,
I haven't moved, yet I'm so tired,
Always like this, everyday is,
Incase you're asking,
What depression looks like,
It is like this,
Everyday is,
He said ' look back at me'
but she didn't want to see
so the conflict carried on
and events, spiraled uncontrolled, from day one
she had to move from home she loved
for the sake of parents, beloved
and when he struggled to find the words
her pride refused , his sense of worth
she thinks he's not responsible actions
but he says he loves her, thought not of her reputation
she misinterprets his brooding nature
only see's his strength of purpose, later
but he finds her wilful pride disturbs him
and he finds her distance nature, very prim
but her wrath towards his severity
is her failing, to see him sincerely
he misinterprets her ...intentions
both stubborn to see each others attraction
but as love is sure to find a way
when he finds the right words to say
'look back, look back at me'
soundtrack
North & South. (BBC 2004)....look back.....look back at me
North & South: I've Seen Hell-Martin Phipps
From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I am flesh, made of bones and skin that can easily tare. That unhinged love is the most unconditional, I grow and deforme when all I do is obey. From the womb of my mother- I was born a blessing. While others see me as a monster. I Am A JUST WOMAN! Through God and christ I shall never fall but to walk with grace and faith.
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