At first we hid in our human shells,
Frail lanterns flickering in the dark,
A few still slipped through unseen doors,
Wings beating toward a brighter mark.
But soon the skies were sealed with stone,
The stars withdrew their silver keys,
We found ourselves confined to earth,
Like birds in branches without leaves.
Mars once bloomed with rivers clear,
Venus sang in a golden air,
Yet both were broken, hushed by fire,
By hands too old, too proud to care.
So here we dwell on soil and sea,
Prisoners bound by time’s command,
Dreaming of worlds that slipped away,
Ruins buried beneath the sand.
Yet still the blossoms burn with light,
And rain restores the weary ground,
The wind is free though we are not,
It lifts our hearts with airy sound.
For though the stars are far above,
And chains of history bind us fast,
The earth is more than bars and walls—
It offers beauty that can last.
If we must stay, then let us sing,
And love the hour before it dies,
For even prisons hold their grace,
And earth still mirrors paradise.
Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities
Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide
Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a complex, tuneful song
makes jam tarts with lemon curd
Starling (Impressiveus In-A-Large-Flockus)
iridescent all year bird
feathers change colour in the sun
swarms in huge numbers then
off to the pub for rowdy fun
Wren (Smallus Sticky-Uppy-Tailus)
one of the tiniest garden birds
surprisingly loud and piercing voice
small, round body, quick and gone
to play boardgames and other toys
Puffin (Brightus Beakus)
black and white with colourful bill
dives the water for its food
coastal, cliffside, craggy nest
sends birthday cards that are very rude
2024.4.24
Ever since you installed on my phone,
All those fantastic Firmware,
After explaining about privacy issues.
I thought it was a wonderful idea
And you did it with good intentions
To protect me from all those spywares' infection.
But did you know, when you decided to end our friendship,
You left me struggling how to use them.
Most of the Apps you installed
Had started to have errors and troubles.
Every where I went, people shoke their head,
Stated your Apps were too far advanced.
Some even made several attempts,
At the end, they gave up on helping me,
I did not know what to do.
Someone suggested deleting all your Apps,
Getting back to the normal Google.
After a while, I decided to keep all your Apps,
Let people slowly introducing the spyware back.
Although you walked away from me,
But you actually left behind
A huge empty hole in me,
Many strange and weird Apps
Like Amaze, Conversations, Newpipe,
MPV, F-Droid, Open Camera and TEdit
And lot of Apps to drain my phone's batteries.
People also made comments,
I have been brain washed by your terrible privacy idea.
BB, why did you do this to me?
Advanced Years
Miracle Man
1/2/2025
We no longer dine with the “Tough Old Birds,”
and mid eighties isn't just a number.
Past our persona lies meaningless words,
but we fight off things that might encumber.
No bird in flight surpasses time for speed,
Desire and ability aren’t the same.
It’s a time when we're expected to concede,
like age, a number, is what we’ve became.
“I fall behind the age I am, to keep as youthful as I can.”
I'm age advanced, but who could tell
I believe I hide my age well
Face makeup covers the truth
When one's lost the glow of youth
And dressing in up-date gear
That hide bulges that appear
I'm age advanced, but who could tell
I believe I hide my age well.
These days, the most sought out advanced degree
In Extreme Higher Education is in Plagiarism.
A student can also minor in Overt Racism,
Sexism, Misogyny, Stupidity, and Bigotry.
Help wanted signs will be posted in January,
On every freaking corners in Washington D.C.;
Muslims, Mexicans, Syrians and minorities'
Applications will not be accepted. Senior citizens
Can apply unless they voted in the last two elections.
The reason for the change in rules and policies
Is to NOT 'Make America Great Again'.
Only Europeans and Aryans can apply for political asylum.
The Statue of Liberty will be returned to Marine Le Pen.
More pamphlets will be distributed at the next symposium.
Copyright © November 12,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Advanced Age
Miracle Man
December 7th 2023
Comes a time when It’s easier to learn new things,
than trying to remember how we did the old.
Most willingly accept each day with what it brings,
while feeling that by technology we’re controlled.
Technology has ushered me from a Big Chief tablet and #2 led pencil to the place where if I can’t get my devices charged, I’m lost.
Tom
Advanced Years
Miracle Man
8/28/2023
I’ve heard it said “that age is just a number”,
a line probably coined by some young squirt.
Years have a way and life it will encumber,
advanced years leave us trying, not to overexert.
Age takes our ability to do mundane things,
but we do our best to accomplish what we must.
While feeling the harshness that each day brings,
we cling to desire while struggling to adjust.
“If you wait, all that happens is that you get older”
Larry McMurtry
Advanced Years
Miracle Man Thoughts
2/2/2023
Old age shown me its face,
when throwback years,
Became the lodging of my thought;
But I’m ready to leave this place,
and in my heart hold no fears,
but review battles that I’ve fought.
I’ve grown old through God’s grace,
life blessed, while awash with tears.
Soon I’ll leave with what I brought.
NOTHING!
Jenny, they say,
will face a tragedy.
Is it not something always
predicted this way?
Will it be Jenny?
Or Pete or Paul?
We glance every day among
those tabloid papers - so many.
We read headlines, blink,
then another front page;
or see this or that on TV.
Yes, we tut-tut.
We always go
this self-same way.
You reach an advanced age.
So so.
Ah yes,
so so.
(written Sep 2022; posted Jan 2023)
Advanced Age
Written: by Miracle Man
1/6/2023
Frequently it seems life has willed to me,
Matters far beyond my understanding.
Days often resemble a game of chance,
Making life, seem somewhat demanding.
Numerous labors that I can’t perform,
Causes the want in me to contemplate.
Opportunities occupying youthful days,
Before ripened years rendered it too late.
I daily face something having once done,
But at eighty four can no longer achieve.
I now realize it’s a young person’s world,
It took advanced age before I’d believe.
Rolling hills of buttercups align a picnic world
A place where roses can be blue in gardens filled of pink
And where the eyes of strangers meet in gaze of tolerance
A place beholding sympathy and empathy and love
Perhaps, a mere illusion, such a world could ever be
Yet, these are the advanced daydreams of Daisy
mystic crosses on her palm
means nothing to many
means everything to some
I pretend not to know
and yet how can I not
born into my family of fey?
Other healers will recognize the crosses
As she opens her hands to give change
Recognizing her instantly if she lays hands on them
A-nother
B-irthday
I-s
G-ladly
A-dvanced
E-mploying
L-ine
A-bout
L-iterary
D-edication's
E-xcellent
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Abigael Aldea (November 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
It's the latest intellectual thing; it's in vogue
To dare to say it doesn't make you a rogue
You can let people know that experts can show
That we are just two-legged animals: It's so!
Between us are no unbridgeable separations
We are merely advanced animal mutations
Our music no better than a Thai elephant's clanging
Our language duplicated by an ape on a keyboard banging
So, I'm terribly sorry to be behind the times here
But I find all of this to be unutterably *****
For to me it is the height of laughable misinformation
To try to conceive of an animal with a human's imagination
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