She is a walking juxtaposition:
Amicable qualities dressed in futility, far-fetched pictorial in a living illustration, painstakingly carefree—a telltale tribulation.
Ambivalence irks aptitude.
Foreshadowing scurries in a frenetic gambit, a stratagem of the devil himself.
This oddity is a fleck, resurgent in its nature—a drop of dew, a grain of sand.
Do all you must to bait her,
debate her.
Commotion, admonish, plaudit.
The audacity of her tacit agreements.
Such abysmal fervor could be the making of a luminary.
My home, my quiet refuge, kept in perpetual watch
On the outside pristine walls
Immaculate surface reflecting sky’s light
Misery coloured by blue and white
A little porch with a bench feels almost amicable
Please have a seat, but don’t make yourself too comfortable
Quiet as it kept, in my own lone familiar way I’m hiding what’s vulnerable. What if they see…?
Plants that shrivelled and died, under-watered or perchance overwatered, flooded with choices
Stairs that requite every misstep with a chorus of plaintive voices
A gash on the ceiling, arousing tension between two puzzles, both equally appealing
To fill the vacant spaces or keep them sealed
That one room where everything meets and at times, startlingly enough, disappear without a trace
Unspoken fears that pressed against the walls left peeled paint in its place
And askew bedside lamp, a night time witness to my despair
I could have possibly taken joy in owning it. That seems about right. But instead, I’ll just give them blue and white
Had a funeral for old stilettos today
Piled them up in a bag to give away
My toes rejoice at the amicable divorce
Happy to escape aching feet of course
Missing only the the pro of added height
And feeling sexy only for navy neon night
Red bottoms traded for my comfortable shoes
Better for my health with only pain to lose
This is probably the most difficult thing
To find these days
People are dying senselessly in mass shooting
Like ice pellets on snowy days
We are all shocked and amazed
In watching the around-the-clock news
Nobody in their right mind will be amused
By the absurd massacres of the innocents
Let’s find a way to stop all violence
Let’s pray for peaceful means
Let’s repent our sins
Let’s find solutions to our problems
Let’s stop the bloodshed
And extinguish the old flames
Of hate and bigotry, and the fire of hatred
Let’s bury them in the sand, my friends
With amicable and compassionate hands
Let’s find peace within ourselves
Let’s picture God on our walls, on our shelves
Let’s smile and wave to each other
Let’s care for each other, let’s love each other.
Copyright © December 4, 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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Everyone loves him. A nice amicable guy, as he is no relative, he is no refrain. He starts within a rhythm when often a melody is surreal and soars along the flight of the song, up high, high above, where God knows everything about eternal time, beyond the worldly cacophony and hustle and bustle. Sometime a song is a mere glass effect and even though some days are also a lit up chandelier and even after all these I feel homesick for a glow in the dark with a softer greenish hue of prayer bids, long dispersed, long gone, Am I growing in lie, am I hardened in feasts through the festive nights, that knew that everything fits through misfits, ever sustaining to adjust , every discord, every subtlety melting with heartache , mundane trickling down over the smile lines, ever paired?I never wanted to know. My shadow leaves there, before the effort of guessing into the depth.
And Salah rush to myriad, I will come back to thee, after every sound, every note and a long day.
And I will bring shalom to thee!
People talk seriously about money
Some people gamble money
Some people collect money
From all over the world easy
Russia, China something like
19 countries are making money
Out of a "Brics" of good gold things
They trade money more valuable
An independence out of fiat money
Isolating the US Dollar currency
Out in the picture, no more scene
The world is no more Unipolar but Bipolar
Many promising nation are emerging
Into the open, ready to be discovered
Has guts, ready to mingle and wise peers
New power is blossoming and wise friendly
Exploitation is transient and understandable
Cooperation is a must and balance business
Money is by petrol, gold or services
Exchange rate is amicable settlement
Not by who is more powerful but by respect
Respect of whose beneficial is to both parties
This is what good negotiation is attainable
This is what good consensus has to do with peace
This is all about what good is for each country
Money is good when it is done with good intentions.
all is perfection and beauty
for a pure and amicable vision
all is ugly for a defective soul
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
My health and healing is my main concern,
All else is fairly addressed--and not key,
My patience requires my good return.
Good hopes and goodwill--righteousness succeeds,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Glory be His name, as illness concedes,
Treatment and proper care will set me free.
An amicable life leads properly,
A blessed future will be my reward,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Well-kept focus, one mind, and one accord.
My faith is strong in Christ's saving Grace,
My good health is healing internally,
My health accompanies me to first base,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Sometimes, you use feeling
To kidnap someone's future
It's not an easy feeling to keep
Love is like merchandize goods
You see the price tag then bargain
So much negotiation on both parties
Like coffee milk shake combine
To make amendments in the end
They always fight for own interest
Seldom fight for amicable happiness
Which is conjugal and eternal.
It's a new month
November 1st
My sister's birthday
Ofejiro Joy Obaroyeregbe
To be specific
A new era, another level.
She's so amiable
Amicable communicator
She does for me what no one does
Very determined and courageous
She's absolutely gorgeous.
I'm wishing you longevity
I pray God bless you
Beyond the imagination of humans
From my heart to you
A masterpiece I writ
In regards of your special day
Happy womb escape day kiddo.
on way to Ulster
saw a cumbersome cluster
in a big bluster
while amicable
did become despicable
was predictable
when perusing on map
flowing from tree was much sap
between ears big gap
when with day of grace
of what we saw was a trace
egg all over face
when wearing bloomer
based on the latest rumor
died from brain tumor
being demented
was hard when he had hinted
hair would be tinted
of ice cream ate scoop
saw another nincompoop
doing hula hoop
In my very own personal genesis
Of this allegorical fairy tales
anticipating and blissful,
visualization irrevocably an illusion
that a dream has come true.
Now that everyone has become
obsequious and self-assured
and nonchalant, The sand once
flowing through odyssey no
thrives with hesitation, cheap
shots are now the game reversed
upon my distinctiveness for
being me, myself and I.
Humiliation. Unfavorably conditions
overwhelms my emotional
state of being, am I being
paranoid as loved ones may
typically say? Did I hear what
was alleged. Humilated
I will remain amicable, seeking
consolation, solace that she gives.
Amicable,always she is to nature
Likeable by all,even the sun envy her beauty
Inevitable she is to men
Cheerful,she always is,happy birthday
Emerge victorious she always do
Favored everywhere she goes
Even when the sun stop smiling at her,her beauty glows
Nebuloused,she always is by her parents
Gorgeous everyday,braveness like a lion
Always equal to elevate the endowed
Initiative to nature,happy birthday
For a cryptic misdemeanor?
None of their reasoning was clear;
They only wanted her controlled
with the turn of a single key;
Threw her inside and locked the door
hoping that she would disappear;
Wild was impossible to mold
her heart would not bend easily;
That flash in her eyes was so bold
as she rebelled amicably.
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