But tell my friend, you must have moved a lot.
Oh sure, I’ve been in a constant journey:
To a beggar for a few biscuits bought,
With a child thrilled as if with a trophy,
On pilgrimage, or in some wishing wells,
In temples, helping with a layman’s faith,
A rupee coin many a tall wall scales,
In constant motion, often out of breath,
And still, my life was truly well its worth
As measured by how useful really is,
High birth nor ever large acres of girth…
The note’s eyes were nigh moistened hearing this.
As I woke, thoughts took me to my childhood--
What pennies and pies could give-- thrill so good!
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Sonnet | 29.07.2025 | money, journey
Note: Pennies and pies: a rupee then had 64 old paisa, and each of which fetched three pies, and they all ran a long distance for me, every single pie was valued, which today even a rupee fails to fetch. Today’s paisa (all the hundred of them) is accounted for only by accountants on paper. Two-thousand rupee note no more in currency.
Dreams were shattered like glass shards,
As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death.
Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards,
Extinguished were the candles of their breath.
A wife was on her way to meet her spouse,
While the daughters and sons aspired to study abroad,
Alas! Fate destroyed someone's beautiful house,
As the passengers were destined to embark on a journey to God.
Shocking news that sent waves of grief,
To all the mourners of the deceased,
A plane that crashed after its departure brief,
Time itself seemed to have ceased.
Every single drop of blood is precious
And so is every soul,
Let us tear down the wall of pride and status.
Saving humanity should be our ultimate goal.
On faltering the ill
tempered surrender
the speechless ignorance
of their fathers
Challenge never knew
of their presence
Accountants of pressure
frequent one another
Rarely daring to take part
in the discussion.
Just what have I done with my life
A man put that question to me
I started to think and I gave him a wink
But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see
I’ve not built a bridge made of steel
I’ve not a photographer’s eye
I’d not fit the bill of a fireman’s will
I’ve not flown a plane, no, not I
No land have I gardened or farmed
Machinery baffles my mind
Accountants are great, that wasn’t my fate
An autograph, never I’ve signed
Yet I knew I found what I sought
Without a degree and its pay
The bonds of the heart, right from the start
Yes, that’s what I wanted to say
And I’ve been the happiest man
I’ve done more than all else above
For all that I needed, I’ve surely exceeded
Quite simply put, I have known love
So....you playfully say, if one loves you~
one must dot all of your heart-strings,
the endless number below and above --
just to hear me again say, that true love should
not critique: rise and fall with percentages whether
high or low --
if it were, there would be all accountants~ and no God --
and I would be, little more than another rhyme letterer
and not your dearest Bard.
Honest salesman is a semi-oxymoron
Just like an honest politician
Please do not laugh, all lawyers or
Accountants are not crooks. When the door
Is wide open a mouse, a rat, a cockroach
Would me more than happy to approach
Some politicians have tried to be better
And more credible. Some are men/women of honor
However, others are pathological liars
They are professionals who behave like traitors
They think that the "truth is not the truth". They're confused
Lies are lies. Dogs are dogs. Politicians play politics
Call the exterminators to annihilate the ticks
Liars always ignore the truth. Please, let's not mused
In politics, it is probably not easy to be too honest
Because so much is involved. Let's chase the pests
The corrupt politicians who are ruining everything
And destroying the dream. Let them flee. Let's ring
The bells. Not all politicians are crooked or criminals
That's true. I am not lying, just check the election polls.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Love is a slow schooling of many growing years,
with many charms as it blooms with moments of fears…
my education is from the one in my life,
from the day I met her to the years as my wife..
She is so beautiful when she makes love to me
but I love her best when she is annoyed with me…
I relish her gleaming eyes when gifts I buy her
but love the warmth of her cheeks each time I kiss her…
She is a dream model when dressed for a party,
but I adore her best when she plays girl naughty!
I love the things she says and all the silly things,
She is an angel to me without heaven’s wings!
when plan for future or talk home economy,
she out thinks accountants with her autonomy!
If you stop by at my place, see a pretty face,
remember she loves me! wed to me! just in case….
Written 18/11/2021
The prince was fearful when he saw the pretty faerie headed his way.
He held up his arm indicating that was close enough.
She was transfixed by his stare, so she kept flying.
Seriously! He croaked, please give me six feet.
She sat down, and he relaxed a bit.
I am here to transmogrify you back, she told him.
He had been afraid of that. Dreading the day.
Nothing had been worse than paying all the bills in the palace.
Please don’t, he implored her.
I love it here. I can swim all day, and the flies are tasty.
His huge tongue sizzled out and snatched one.
YUM!
But the king needs you, she told him.
He is lonely.
There are other accountants, he told her.
Please tell him you could not find this one.
She suspected there was another reason.
What about your wife? She misses you.
She was never kind to me, he argued. She put me down.
She made fun of me in front of my children.
Body Politic
David J Walker
The shooting never stops
Until the bullets are all gone and the
Bombs are all dropped on the city streets
in the way of a foreign
Body politic
Declaring a breach of its borders
And ironically orders an invasion
So goes the persuasion of
Defensive strategies and arguments
Concerning armaments
Employing the services of accountants
Keeping death tolls and destruction
And payments to
Widows and orphans
Veterans with lost limbs
Trying to remember when
Things were different
Back then
All learned to do practices no Doctors,no Engineers,no Lawyers and no Accountants if they aren’t practicing.Knowledge and practicing the learned subjects make some one a professional.Politicians aren’t professionals because they do only practice that also not the learned subjects but something else with unknown Moto and mysterious objects.
lyrical animal it’s clearly tangible cannibal for poachers of animals
radicals
discarding anything valuable to humans saving sheep from wolves waking up sleeping bulls
wolf cry’s full moon howling
I’m prowling on foot growling plans at thousands scouting riches capital
casuals mentally dead readings from my accountants notes
votes to reach breach the slanderers of souls
the polls shows the masters factors in codes
we got scanners at post
for those counterattacking combating the fold
Sold another adapter to a soul in the matrix in the back of the skull
I’m a Cheetah moving fast this cat is bold
like magnets zombies attracted to phones
cell phone towers power plants explode
a pets life in a zoo Tarzan playing jumanji let the jungle loose
they eggs in one basket Good friends with Mother goose
fear is loosh
whoosh the fowls of the air swoop down eating flesh of you
Stars turn out in unknown numbers vast
Blanketed in a field of smokey mist
Who will count them but the children
Rolling across the greenery of hills
Falling off the cliff from infancy
Into infinity at the cost of babies ages
There is only one direction, up
Which is not too far from heaven
If you find it please inform us
We got lost between the covers of the night
When the compass brakes we still continue
Our lives become so low we rise
To carry out assignments in the sky
Stars show up to shower us with reason
Our accountants count on them at night
Calculators crunch the endless numbers
Grind to a stop when the lights go out
That doll, she outpaced any criminal
An honest gunslinger Ms. Annie Hall
She threw us cupcakes and books
We kept our seats by stern looks
She made accountants and the world did sprawl!
10
10
7
7
10
Unnameable the moment when it starts
The sun goes turns black and flowers die on the stalk
The agony in the garden of the heart
Unnatural rhythms subvert accountants’ charts
Poor nestlings feel the onslaught of the hawk
Untraceable the moment when it starts
For always seemed our love, and quiet its art
Banal the labels in a doctor’s talk
Of agony in the gardens of the heart
Speechless,cold and numb the separate parts
Each one with its indirection walks
Untraceable the moment when it starts
That one who knew our measure must depart
Wounds our sense of self now writ in chalk
Such agony in the gardens of the heart
Like a skylark trapped,untimely, caught
I the one time lover fear the night
So minute at the moment when it starts
Agony strips the garden of the heart
Is there anything of
unappreciated significance
that is used more than I ?
I've got to be the "where's waldo"
of precocious punctuation!
piled atop baby j's and baby i's
balanced under interrogatory swirls ?
and exclamatory lines !
and others of my kind : ; !
Also, laid down with more of the same ...
Accountants and mathematicians
have rued my misplacement,
yet though I'm remarkably plain,
the simple truth is, when I say it's done,
it's done......PERIOD!
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