My heart is in a sepulchre
My soul rests upon silent flowers
Waves crash upon the dreams I dream
A hush reigns over my gay spirit
That the simple not perish in his folly
That the just not die unwholly
Let the wits of the wise search me out
Let the elders of the earth be precise
Where do I find that which stays hidden?
How do I revive that which stays dead?
When will the culprit of delayed destiny be apprehended?
?Must life be dead before it is comprehended?
Until the stars bear witness to my pain,
And heaven answers what the earth concealed,
The God who watches o'er the restless deep
Shall speak, and call to life what once seemed dead.
COGNITIVE DISSONANCE-:-
nonlinear
incongruity
apprehended
disharmonic
dilemma
of THIS OR THAT OPTIONS
entropic
maelstrom
actuated
equinamity
casualty
of NEUROTIC FRACAS
innate
dissension
deranged
dismantled
sagacity
MOTIVES OF ENDEAVOUR
restored
ideas
in
a
palpable
catharsis
of
inward
meditative
resolve
unspoilt
untainted
disparate
patterns
with
enthusiastic
convictions
&
presumed
affinity
apprehended
intact
with
scope
& clarity
of
extraneous
exclusive
binding
styles
QUATTROCENTO
atmospheric
imaginings
of
conscious
alternatives
apprehended
sporadic
lavish
imitative
waning
interest
a dilemma
of
extreme
personal
eccentricity
QUATTROCENTO
atmospheric
imaginings
of
conscious
alternatives
apprehended
sporadic
lavish
imitative
waning
interest
a dilemma
of
extreme
personal
eccentricity
They line the streets
In a shanty confined
The cemented floor
A cold refuge
Embracing disgusted busts of energy
Lost in the wilds
A strange world
The Privileged ones…
What can they do
To assuage this continuing distress
About 1.7 billion
Held hostage in
This grueling tunnel
Manifest in varied dimensions
They lack voice
Human dignity violated
Insecure exclusion of individuals
Habituated in marginal environments
Astronomical cost of living
Must be apprehended
Cities and states must be
Built on God’s foundation
Harbingers to this state are:
Scarce basic needs
Unwilling governments
No economic freedom
Weak rule of law
Bureaucratic burdens
Lack of industralisation
Ailing financial services
Contaminated tendencies
WATAMALA
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
Heavily guarded heart,
wearily navigating life.
Like a fugitive,
invariably primed,
for that final day,
to be discovered,
apprehended,
imprisoned eternally.
Snapping shut like a bear trap,
only able to be opened,
by the strongest of love.
The kind of which,
only transpire in dreams.
If you dare,
to let your heart free.
The most painful paradox.
A crow, a raven, a grackle, birds so dark,
were apprehended in the park.
They stood in a line-up. They were caught.
Which was the grackle? Which was not?
Locked up, they were - a bad assumption.
What they need is not redemption.
They just need another trial,
A guilty snow-white dove, meanwhile,
sits in the sun and wears a smile.
All Praise-praise Hallelujah to God Elohim most High I am Energized
He held your hand as you descendant
Energy cloud un apprehended
Swimming through the birth canal
Birth out physical
You are now spirit, energy incased in skin
Heavenly body now wrapped in vessel
Cursed from the womb to wear this skin suit
Cursed to live alive, yet saved cleanse by grace
Of Jesus Christ birth to live to die
To rise again victorious glorious
All Praise-praise hallelujah to God Elohim most high
All Praise-praise Hallelujah to God Elohim most High I am Energized
4/5/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2024
the
emotional
apprehended
into
experience
by
the sensual
instinctive
impulse
patterns
& recurring
contoured
shapes
open
&abstract
coelesece
the active
extrovert
with
the introspective
in
a contrasted
personality
Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
In countless countries, civilians are apprehended en masse
They are under sporadic and constant bombardments
Brigands violate the rules and the Ten Commandments.
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
They are under sporadic or constant bombardments
Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Bandits violate the rules and the Ten Commandments
In countless countries, citizens are incarcerated en masse
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
RECEPTION
variants
appear
widely admired
then
disappear
in
face
of human
passion
transformed
by
sense&
intention
as
conscience
& rage
awakens
shaped
by
visual space
reminiscent
transmuted
by
experience
&
willed
ordiliness
apprehended
then
suspended
in
meditation
&
natural
intutive
disposition
Nostalgic angst…
keeps on gripping my soul
while apprehended by the question:
"Why are we here?"
Yes, I confess that my soul repents
for wasted opportunities and chances I missed
toward functional learning
along healthy vibrant well-being...
Yet flash back scenes
eventually make themselves vivid
while presenting significant persons
though I neglected, but have helped shape
my personhood to become who am I today...
Throwback episodes
now linger while my heart strives
to be conquered with joyful reminiscences
each striving to a show a precious memento
that I am here for a purpose: to be a blessing to others...
Reflecting on catching up-pursuits
I must move on triumphantly
as faith* in the Lord empowers me
for meaningful ministerial path of reaching-out
marked by great encounters beyond mere survival.
*Romans 5:1 “Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
August 12, 2023
1st place, "Why are we here" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged 8/20/2023
Every law enforcement official out on patrol,
was desperate to capture The Vegan Cannibal,
so named from a note left with one of its victims,
leading to a series of murders that terrified every vegan.
It read, "I am a cannibal who does my best to eat healthy,
and vegans are the healthiest of all my desired meat.
Only a true vegan will yours truly eat.
Nothing artificial, no preservatives, mostly fresh food they consume.
Vegans are the healthiest and tastiest meat I have ever known,
so bid all of your vegan associates a hearty farewell,
should they cross paths with yours truly, The Vegan Cannibal."
The Vegan Cannibal was never apprehended, but its reign ceased,
when the vegans began consuming mass quantities of junk food and meat.
Once upon an unravelled thread
I travelled to the very end
To live the story that you said
And make true what was once pretend
Looking for the happy ending
Once upon an unravelled thread
Fixing flaws that needed mending
Beyond closed eyes safely in bed
A hedge rowed path just lightly tread
To knots that held my breath suspend
Once upon an unravelled thread
I lived a life I could defend
Inch by inch as I descended
Through years that lay in wait ahead
Apprehensions apprehended
Once upon an unravelled thread
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