KEEPING HEALING HOPE ALIVE AND WELL
(A LIVING EULOGY TO JESSE JACKSON)
Our hope is alive
In the healing grace of faith:
We shall overcome:-
Jessie’s chant nourishing us;
His spirit navigating:-
Mentoring with King,
He canvassed the dream’s vision:
Burak…Chapter One:-
Keeping hope alive, let us
Start visioning Chapter Two:-
Our hope kept alive,
Resurrected and rising,
Vision two coming:
Red flushed out, and black poured in,
With justice and equity:-
It’s in alive hope,
That true greatness is coming:
True democracy:
Rest in peace, Jessie Jackson;
You spirit lives on within us:-
Centipede and millipede partner to open shoestore
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Information is not always true
Even if printed in the newspaper blue
But if it’s on the internet, it is right? Some think
Why would they print lies in permanent ink?
It’s called propaganda, you silly peeps
Subliminal clips brainwash you while you sleep
You are so gullible, our country is a laughing stock
For ten thousand dollars, I can sell you Big Ben’s clock
Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The brain is alert and strong
Nothing can possibly go wrong
Poetry is ubiquitous
Poetry is sexy and serendipitous
Poetry is eternal
Poetry is sentimental
Poetry is empirical
Poetry is spiritual
Poetry will live forever
And Poets will never fear terror
Poets will chase away lies and put (to sleep) to bed
The truth every night for a better tomorrow
Poetry is not dead
But simply take notes to ease any sorrow
Poetry is not dead
Poetry is inordinately well-fed
Poetry is hot, super hot with Hip-Hop
Poetry is well, hot and alive
Smile, think, write, rap, read, dance and hop
And give high to all Poets: high five.
Copyright © August, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
To whomsoever it may concern,
something to truly discern.
God is alive and well this day,
don't forget to kneel and pray.
Some say that there is no God,
while in their darkness they trod.
Blind from within they can't see,
yet want to lead you and me.
If they can't find a way to deceive,
they try to steal what we believe.
God is and always will be alive and well you see,
For a child of God are you and me.
Call upon His mighty name today,
His light over power's the darkened way.
Go ahead give God a loud shout,
doing so in faith without a doubt.
God is alive and well to those who believe,
believe in Him and you will receive -
OUR GOD, OUR FATHER IS ALIVE AND WELL,
THIS TRUTH ON THE HOUSE TOP'S YELL!
They are dying
in the gutters of China,
welded into apartment cages –
children dismembered from the
arms of pleading mothers,
protesters pushed back by tanks~
oh well, a few get squashed...
too many people anyway,
environmentalists are silent
in agreement –
a complicit US media, those
flamboyant parrots with jeweled
wings, spouting government's lingo,
having gladly exchanged crumbly crackers
for meaty bones, expendable and not their
concern – not a meaningful word
from the Biden administration, Joe,
himself, a parrot of sorts – a facsimile
of what once appeared human, the devil
in his election. US Corporations
wanting China contracts, China's
digital to replace the buck, when
the American People wake up one
morning, the banks saying, you are
totally out of luck – Fortunes being made
from munitions, war mongers telling
fools they are necessary nutritions,
Hollywood yet worshiping the God
of their mirrors, bronzed and perfectly
symmetrical, to one another passing out
golden calf awards...the Devil alive
and well.
Time, chameleon illusion–
glosses over each hurtful slur
corralling each warm memory
to morph the past to one grey blur.
Emotional paralysis
senses dulled from desolation.
Suddenly comes along the buoy
in the middle of an ocean.
You found me or did I find you
against the odds we two should meet
neither looking, just two souls lost
--love, the mystery bittersweet.
The rules have changed along the way
yet, neath the rubble, fires dwell.
It is a game well worth the play
Knowing romance can cast its spell.
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on March 29, 2022 for contest FORM L - LAY sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
A K-8 school, J.S. Waters, was roundly chastised today
Its students held a 'mock' slave auction
This happened in March, in North Carolina, in the year 2022
White students sold black students as slaves, and used the n-word too
One boy went for $350, later he was clubbed with a baseball bat
So, if you roll your eyes over 'Racism?' --in the USA?
~ You ought to think long and hard about that
Fire the principal, the teachers involved, expel the white participants too
Throw the book at the adults, and at those white kids too
Make an example of these horrid beasts, so this NEVER happens again...
We dare not wonder why Civil War wounds have yet to mend
Living won’t be yours if you are dead
Sunny days wouldn’t be a blessing to you
If it is cloudy
Joy wouldn’t be so happy if there is doubt
Seeing won’t be your sight
If it wasn’t for the dark
Walking won’t benefit if
You had no legs
Talking wouldn’t serve
If you were silence
So enjoy all these while you are alive and well.
Christmas Jesus alive and well
Santa takes a back door seat
Hanukkah included, swell.
Friends of all persuasions cannot be beat.
December comes but once a year.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Decorations all over my dear.
Bethlehem story easy to tell.
Kwanza is prevalent, an easy sell.
Faithful followers breaking bread.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
Some so rigid; ideas are dead.
Let us admire each other’s faith.
Kwanza, Hanukkah, Christmas, do tell.
To not honor each is to skaith.
Christmas Jesus alive and well.
bell bottom blue jeans
warm belly button showing
nineteen seventies
woodstock mad music
vietnam war in full swing
youth rebelling now
free love is rampant
people living in communes
churches pray like mad
usa magic
separation of our youth
from solid parents
after kennedy
dr martin luther king
turned country wild
youth were change ready
probably the soldiers too
holding breath in swamps
nineteen seventies
color tv was alive
sonny and cher show
assertive women
wait patiently in the wings
for the eighties turn
I don’t need a feed of pomp or a creed of fanfare to progress
Cos my God rains treasure trains
Teeming with blessings and fertile feelings to address the plight and stress
That threaten in tens to smuggle into my serenity pesky pains
I detest as weakness in my knees lurks in the background
Severing thoughts and initiatives I design
With much passion, dedication and diligence to break new ground
Despite hurdles and obstacles to which never will I consign
My future and culture in any era
I traverse to converse with the obverse of the coin
God granted me long before I stepped into any fora
Where by design God orders I join
Kindred souls to advance humankind’s goals
In the pursuit of the suit of fulfillment
Despite my stumbles, brambles, catcalls, walls and falls
As God paves the way clear to ensure the annulment
Hostile tiles and piles suffer
Solstice and malice face
Goodwill and guidance prefer
Wealth and health race
Into my life where God pours blessings
Whether I deserve them or not
As my dedicated white dove sings
Whether the temperature of fate blows cold, tepid or hot.
Jesus Is Alive And Well Today!
The existence of Jesus, many attempt to deny.
They reject the truth, and accept a corruptible lie.
Christ’ death on the cross, many refuse to believe.
They refuse to acknowledge what he achieved.
Christ’ atonement and resurrection, they won’t accept.
His offer for grace and salvation, they reject.
Won’t you believe the words that he has spoken?
His life for ours, on Calvary, was sacrificed and broken.
Will you reject the truth of the Lord Jesus today?
Will you refuse to listen to what others may say?
His message of hope and mercy ring loud and clear…
He brings an eternal life that’s eternal and secure.
Let’s rejoice together in knowing he is real!
Behold the Lord God! The Lord of Israel!
By Jim Pemberton 11/13/17
Burning twisted battered cells
A thousand needles a thousand hell's
Addiction...affliction... crucifixion...
Who cries for their demons...they do
Empty spaces with empty faces a heart is torn
All the while in denial a new crack baby is born
Come inside...my genocide... suicide...
Who cries for their demons...they do
Aged anger with fermenting lies
Abuses... excuses...no compromise
Ugly sorrow...no new tomorrow...beg steal or borrow
Who cries for their demons...they do
Echoing fear through darkened skies
Silent screams...streetwise...sunrise...need more supplies
Rehab no tab...remix a fix... crucifix +
Who pays for their demons...we do
Feb.11.2016
MOM, YOU ARE SILL ALIVE AND WELL
I miss your smile, the times we shared and the world that
you opened my eyes to.
I smile at the major ass whippings you put on me in your
goal to bring discipline and manhood to me.
The Cherokee in you got wild at times especially if some
fool disrespected the seven that came from you
Yet, the most important part of you and your life was
that you were MOM to many and as much as
you loved me,
YOU HAD THE ABILITY TO LOVE US ALL.
You left here twelve years ago today, and though there
are tears, I feel all love and no pain
I talk to you often, see your smiling face and laugh when
you shake your head at your crazy son
The absence of pain I believe is because I was present
when you went to meet your LORD, at that time
there was only sunshine, no rain
I got your last earthly smile, the peace I saw, although I
was losing you, MOM, you won
And I am thankful to my Creator for loaning you to me
even if just for a little while
Reid J. Lewis
06/18/2015
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