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We speak of women,
yet they are beaten by men.
On the Cape Flats,
some are treated like rats.
Bruises hidden behind closed doors,
daily terror scrubbed from floors.
Some stay silent, pain held in,
others speak—then try to win.
A drunk husband counts her bones,
breaks them as if they were stones.
She loves her children, hates his hands,
waits for freedom, carefully planned.
She waits until the children go,
then leaves the man she’s come to know.
Enough is enough—her day arrives.
She walks away and saves her life.
Big ghosts have small ghosts
in their dreams to haunt ‘em,
Small ghosts have smaller ghosts
and so-on ad infinitum
In a grey garden, I twirl: may.
Shadows applaud my pulse: may.
Chains rattle, cell within cells: may.
Still I spin, soul unspoiled: may.
Porcelain armor cracks; petals fall: may.
I drink cheap fire; laugh at saints: may.
My heart, wild meadow, fanged with light: may.
Love shows teeth, yet blesses: may.
A slug, dear ally, glides nightward: may.
They call you slimy; I wink: may.
Bravest of souls begin the dance: may.
In this odd waltz, I endure: may.
Luke’s Take: Couplets
Amidst the gathered throng all who contemplate
A farmer wandered forth to sow with agrarian gait
Some seeds were trampled, snatched by birds in flight
Others met the rocky ground and withered from the light
Among the thorns, hope struggled, choked by worldly care
While on good soil, faith blossomed, life fertile and rare
Each heart receives The Word, its journey has begun
By holding fast and persevering it, a harvest is won
Mark’s Take: A Limerick
A man scattered seed as He fanned’em
Always knowing whose growth’s in tandem
The stalk, then the head
And the grain is ripe and spread
The harvests appear just as He’s planned’em
Matthew’s Take: Haikus
Seeds fall on the path
Birds swoop down without a root
Message snatched away
Rocky ground, quick joy
Sun scorches shallow roots fast
Withers in trouble
Among the sharp thorns
Worries choke the growing Word
Fruitless riches fade
Good soil receives seed
Understanding yields a crop
Abundance in heart
Wheat and weeds both grow
Harvest sorts what is sown here
Truth’s spread by our God
Epilogue:
A Tender Shoot springs
Wonderful Counselor He
Succors to His kin
I just saw a pizza ad
the crust was golden brown
the cheese was gooey, pulled away nicely
red and green peppers looked fresh
I know it was a great ad
because I salivated while I watched it
and I do not like cheese
or pizza
Is everyone seeing the same TV ads during commercials?
It seems suspicious to me.
All we get are old people insurance ads
We have watched it seventeen times in two hours.
Surely the younger people are getting Jello ads right?
the fast food ad from 1942 made me chuckle as a wife
featured a thin woman who probably never ate meat in her life
Surrounded by all of these burgers made the ad seem insane.
I bet this teeny tiny model had never had a malt or weight gain.
For optimum health, take a bus or train.
It's a good plan when it doesn't rain.
You'll save money and the environment. Heck,
you won't even get in a wreck.
See that Boody advertisement to the right?
Each of those three young ladies are a delight.
They are sporting undies sold by their company.
What a beautiful sight they are conveying to me!
The one on the bottom is the one I like best.
Chubby girls all look great when are underdressed.
I wish that lady could pop right out of the screen.
Together, we would make quite an amorous scene!
If you lie
It's all for you
Not for them.
This time
If I come back tired
It's all because of work.
I'm older now
If I don't have it
I won't have it.
I'm happy
Because I'm about
To eat what I want.
This single black crow
Would like to meet like minded
Worm for dinner date
Strange things happen in politics
We cannot trust the polls
Life has its own dirty tricks
We can play divers roles
This is not business as usual
Always fight to save one's soul.
Things are upended in politics
Ignore the belligerent critiques
Everything happens in a season
For an un-intelligible reason
Nobody can predict the results
Of an election filled with insults.
Politics in many countries are very dirty
We all can see why. Politics are slushy
Voters lie. They mislead the pollsters
Who behave like palm readers
Like inexperienced magicians
So they can foul the naïve audience.
Things are pell-mell in politics
Life has its own yucky tricks
Everything occurs for an obscure reason
Under the lights of an unusual horizon
No anchors can predict the results
Of an election filled with assaults.
Copyright © November, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
i’m not sure of who i am going to be.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
i have many many dreams, some big and some little.
but, it always comes back to one.
i lay awake at night thinking of my dream and how i yearn to reach it.
every night like a hand out stretched to grab and take ahold of my dream.
never to release it.
as i get older i realize the intensity of my dream.
each day i get closer to the possibility of living it.
i’m not sure of how it will go or how it will happen.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
Totally unable to create
anything with so many
ads i upgraded to lifetime
only to be able to turn off
unwanted ads Indeed I'm
patient enough to wait
unwanted ads just can't
be forever they just can't
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