colossal statues were three thousand years old
found in Sardinia in 1974
carved by the Nuragic civilization
depicting warriors on Easter Island
We thought they were only heads
Until someone decided to dig down
They are full-bodied
Buried up to their necks
How did they carve stone back in the day?
Is it odd kings were not represented?
Only archers, boxers and warriors
Many theories are bantered about
Easter island holds on to her mysteries
Intriguing and enticing archeologists
Keeping the Nuragic civilization alive
Three thousand years later
Perhaps that was the purpose?
The history of Black or African People,
And all of our People should be celebrated
Year-round: every hour, day, week, month, and decade.
The celebration must go on unabated,
All the time. The first couple,
Ever existed, had dark or ebony skin, said
Many credible historians,
Archeologists and great citizens.
The month of February is evidently too short.
Twenty-eight days are not enough,
To commemorate our Brave People, who've fought
And defeated ignorance, bigotry and slavery.
Three hundred and sixty-five days are not enough,
To honor the struggle of the Slaves who were brought
To different parts of the world. A century
Is not enough. Many centuries are not enough.
We need, every day and month of the almanac,
To celebrate, to remember the first Black
Couple, our ebony Ancestors,
Our Black Brothers and Sisters.
Copyright© January 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
Different times
Different beings
We'll never know
What really happened way before us
Archeologists and religion misguide our society
We don't listen to Indigenous people's beliefs
And their version of creation.
They found old tampons that were damp
So archeologists at camp
Questioned if terra
Has a named era
For the period of this cramp
The pyramid at Giza
is ancient they say,
but is it oldest
on the worldwide grid?
Some others say nay,
consider Java's Gunung Padang
built 27,000 years ago
a new study shows.
Archeologists raise their eyebrows,
they scoff and snort,
we must surely investigate
those most moronic upstarts.
They question timelines ordained
by us long ago;
we can't be usurped
by those deluded pretenders!
Close up, the lines appeared as a road map
for those seeking a route to their destination.
Igneous paths cut into the Earth's surface,
worn by centuries of wind, rain and asphalt.
Or meandering streams that are tributaries
to rivers searching for a means of escape
from levied boundaries into an open sea.
Observations of an analytical imagination.
Beneath the powerful lens of a microscope,
magnification indicated no vehicles traversing,
nor currents flowing within estuary banks.
Only striations archeologists find fascinating.
archeologists discovered a puppy in a grave
might have seemed unusual if it had been recent
but not uncommon, due to our love of puppies
but this grave was not usual
because it was dug in 10, 000 b.c.
before we knew puppies existed
In Canada, the First Indigenous Communities sadly watched as the ground
penetrating high-tech equipment searched and found the unmarked graves
of residential school children. These children were taken from their homes
by force, beaten, raped, and killed, and buried in unmarked graves in what
is called the Sixties Scope. As an Ojibway girl, I watched too.
In a Manitoba church basement archeologists detected fourteen possible
graves sites thinking they could be human remains of children.
Some in the community said let the dead rest, others demand justice for
these children taken by the government. Is there relativity in digging up
the remains after all this time?
I have screamed to the sky at each revealed grave, why! Oh, no time can
erase the hurt and pain of the Indigenous people. This is part of the history
of Canada. No words can ever remove it. Yes, it happened, it was real !
I shall gift her the globe because she means the world to me.
As long as I call her mine, her name won’t matter to me.
Readers will always read about her for I am consistently writing about her.
Scientists will never have her, for I am consistently studying her.
Archeologists will be locked out, for her heart is mine to preserve.
The History of Black People,
And all of our People should be celebrated
Year-round: every day, week, month, and decade.
The celebration should go on unabated,
All the time. The first couple,
Ever existed, had dark skin, said
Many credible historians,
Archeologists and great citizens.
The month of February is evidently too short.
Twenty-eight days are not enough,
To commemorate our Brave People, who've fought
And defeated ignorance, bigotry and slavery.
Three hundred and sixty-five days are not enough,
To honor the struggle of the Slaves who were brought
To different parts of the world. A century
Is not enough. Many centuries are not enough.
We need, every single day of the almanac,
To celebrate, to remember the first Black
Couple, our Ancestors,
Our Brothers and Sisters.
Copyright© January 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
When archeologists dig up the bones,
it's not likely that any of them moans,
"Forgive me if I have you mis-gendered."
Apple trees are by their fruit remembered.
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H/T to An Apple Is Always an Apple by Milt Hankins
A team of Japanese scientist check their watches
agree, but cannot agree on the date to reveal
what they are hiding now from curious eyes.
Without the ability to look
through a time-telescope. I cannot figure out
what they are up to.
Archeologists have discovered possibly the first
Black Forest cuckoo clock. It has been authenticated,
but I don’t know by whom, and the cuckoo
is silent.
Bits of history have been magnified out of all proportion.
Future flowers wither on their stems before we
get to see them.
The front of the train never sees the caboose.
Perhaps the past and future exist on parallel lines,
perhaps the Cheshire cat has forever lost its smile?
We keep repeating unlikely tall tales
until we have to believe, even if they are
and always will be,
just theories.
I don’t know what will become of tomorrow
when today is so distracted by its place in the line,
and we wait pensively
for time to discover that we are really
not even here yet.
Sorry my mind was miles away
You've caught me in my
rocking chair
Steadily rocking back and forth
Quietly contemplating which way
is backward or true north
Expression blanker than my mind
or winter botox pale ashen faced
Here in body yet trapped inside
my thought forgot
Unable to face reality searching
solace , sanctuary
A billion miles and galaxies from
whence i thought i wished to be
Floating above a sea of purest
dead black salt
A relic of evolution
A social dinosaur
Passing time until extinction
comes a calling
Blowing me out the water
For a future generation of
archeologists to discover
Everything about me from my
diet to the grooming of my hair
But all my thoughts and my
desires and what made me tick
Those are mine for eternity
and evermore
No one can take them away from me
They are me
They are i
As in life
And so to death
1 life
1 owner
As archeologists show off their ancient fossils
Baby mushrooms spring within mossy islands
Violets curl the forest floor with purple daintiness
Brown acorns smile beneath these giant oaks
Baby mushrooms spring within mossy islands
Dandelions flash the meadow with their friendly sun
Brown acorns smile beneath these giant oaks
The essence of earth smiles with delight
Dandelions flash the meadow with their friendly sun
Violets curl the forest floor with purple daintiness
The essence of earth smiles with delight
As archeologists show off their ancient fossils
Elfish eyes
Airplane goggles
Sky turtles
New Mexico
Incas Mayans
Peru’s Stonehenge
Archeologists
Extraterrestrials
World grid
Alien airports
Mythology
Alien artifacts
Giants’ skeletons
New Mexico
Power caves
Atlantis
Bermuda triangle
Vortex
Wormhole
Elfish eyes
Blinking space ships
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