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Cyclical Reminisce

Cyclical Reminisce


Pendulum skips one bang to the bead
Triggers the feeling to turn it off lead
Allows memories to run and circulated
Reminiscing promises you once articulated

Deep in mind are the guilt and regret
Keep looking back and wanted to reset
If only not tempted, no hearts will be broken
If only not lusted, no trust will be fallen

Fridays are bluer since the day of part ways
Laughing is not better than shared as always
Messages are sent waiting for responses
Hoping to be seen even it is now nonsense

Memories suddenly comes in cyclical
The unfold pages comes in unintentional
One day the fate will surely cross again
And surely, that will never cause any pain

Limited Freedom Of Expression

Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.

Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.

Goals unreached

Every step made with anticipation,
Words written with hope ,
Dreams dreamt under the stars ,
Words articulated with care .

The pen and ink all witnesses,
The paper the great bearer of truth,
The walls saw in silence -
As the future got laid on white paper.


Dreaming is good ,
Having hope is sweet,
Plans make the future seen ,
But failure comes unannounced

Barbaric Yawps

My mind is tribal, I hunt in the mud and slurry,
I track the stars in a wooden chariot
made from the ribs of a blood-clan crib.

My thoughts are armored, yet as articulated
as any youthful flesh, they cannot be washed,
or manipulated, I have an ax for every hand
against them, a caress for those
who choose to fight on the battlefield
of inspiring ideas,
a painted arrow and shield to defend
the commandments of ever-mutating gods.

A green tree within a high mountain
is my mind, a solar flare of endless creation
are my barbaric prayers,
the same orisons that now civilize the corrupt
and morally spent.
I am the heart of existence, my tribal markings
cannot be scrubbed away, by smooth-skulled
manikins or the slick prattle
of any grandiose legion.

Stay a little longer

Let me stay a little longer,
In this utopia that lies yonder.
Where my worrisome mind decides to sleep,
Where my soul finds the tranquility it seeks.

Amongst earthy mist and hypnotic haze,
Where symphony of rain plays.
That’s where my soul is bound to reside,
Where an articulated poem aurora recites.

I walk bare foot,
On the velvety grass.
And then slowly slump,
And watch the moments slowly pass.

Umber eyes closed as tears stain.
And the pitter patter on my face,
 An aid to my malign pain.

As I flare and exhale,
Who knew I slowly heal,
My heart and soul so frail.

Enough with the facades. 
Enough with personas so hoax,
Let this mind be independent,
From all the falsas and coax.

Let me stay a little longer,
Let me be me a little longer.
Leave me alone where
Beneath canopy rain seeps.
Where my lost inner child,
Finds a window to peep.

Let me stay a little longer,
In this imaginative dream that lies yonder.
Where away from troubles, I decide to sleep.
A place which longs for me,
And all my troubles, its willing to keep. 
Let me stay a little longer,
In this imaginative dream that lies yonder.

WAR and EVOLUTION

Tying stone in a shaft to crack a nut there must have been cheer 
Now,hitting by projectile thousands mile apart in ambience of fear 
Imagine the warmth in skin when they sewed two pieces together 
Now we grief over burnt skin through grinades and trigger pulled over 
There must have been alliance among beings when they first articulated words 
Heart bleeds when disparity in language is causing people to pull swords
How happy they must be when seeds sprouted in organized farming 
Mother earth struggling to feed her childrens situation is alarming.
The despair among mothers waving farewell when there was pernicious plague 
As if diseases are not enough to annihilate there are piles of uranium on sell.

Thought of the day

no sooner an impulse is articulated ~
the taste of what could have been is mitigated

beatings HEARTS HARMONIZES CELESTIAL RHYTHM

The beatings of our hearts
 harmonizes with the celestial rhythm
 of Elohim
 Creator’s words, 
spoken from His mind 
and articulated through our vocal cords.

8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©

PARASITE

It’s a parasite’s world.
The worm of laziness
Clogging the mind, 
Ego refusing change.

It’s a parasite’s world,
Seeping through one’s blood and breath.
Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task.
Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness.

It’s a parasite’s world---
Where dependence is practice.
And excuses-- strategy, to design.
Deadlines met feverishly by others.

It’s a parasite’s world,
Where type of work affect quality.
Where comparison and perks galore
Stifling freedom, to create with responsibility.

It’s a parasite’s world,
Where, those who do and are willing
Get busted with jargon of abuse.
Euphemisms learnt and articulated.

It’s a parasite’s world 
Where fear is fed with horror.
Where incompatibility and incompetency
Rule one’s hidden strength and power.

It's a parasite's world
where love lavishes in luxury
and 'Basic Instinct' given prowess
Suck out life from the 'highest of all species'.

miro UNCOVENTIONISTA

BEYONG PAINTNG
perceptble
   poems
rhmetically
patterned
 pale
 lyrical
   emptied
of
the
  obvious

coded
  allusion
purified
byr
  precision
in inverted
     dreams
of
saturated
   motifs

streams
 of disconnected
conscouness
articulated 
 & dislocated
anchored
& contoured
        by enigma

ARTISTA

ARTISTA
prosaic
  reality
in footnotes
to history

aspirations
  flowering
experience
   expressed
as emotions
flourish
&expound
in potent
     awareness
particularised
  addressed
articulated
literally
in
  conscious
     concepts
made credible

the improbable
contextualized
filling
  space
visited
  viewed
revered
or
  reviled
relevant
& irrelevant
vacuous
ostentatious
left - field
  avant-garde
conventional
traditional
yet
unpredictable
&
 unknowable
always
  personal
&individual
ever
  provocative
objective
   instinctive
& interpretative
the enigma
  made
   manifestto
to
taste or touch
see
  &feel
absorb
in
a unique
   moment

FLYING WHEELCHAIR

“Let’s fly together
I’m the pilot; you’re the stewardess…”
Such is articulated by my special child!

Thus, we soar beyond clouds 
inside his wheelchair-turned space craft.

Devoid of wings, there we zoom 
toward the stars
enthralled by celestial bodies 
midst triumphant glee.

Exploring freedom with zest
we bow gratefully to God
praising Him midst miracles
acknowledging His specialization
for impossibilities*...

Concluding our journey
we meet angels of sweet kindness
ready to distribute heavenly goodies
for well-wishers in the orphanage.

*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.

February 25, 2024
3rd place, "Fantasy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chetta Achara; judged on 2/27/2024

postmortem

You were too late
I'm no longer a classmate
You're debating to donate
Or leave me to deteriorate

Strongly articulated and voiceless
Crumble my mental fortress
Delved into the depths of fortis and rigor mortis
I don't understand where the lack of thought is

You were too late
Now its nothing to debate
Postmortem in your hand
Now you're new to analysand

There's one difference, you can't do  when im dead
Put two new bullets in my same old head
Drag me by the ankles to your safe haven
Sadly the deterioration may hasten

A Minor Casualty of Free Speech

     "From the River to the Sea
        'Palestine' will be free"

      Freely articulated ~
         Seven million Jews eviscerated

Synchronized Perfection

Synchronized Perfection 1-26-24
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Synchronized Perfection

Breathe in the feathery tickle, whorls of sweet spice in synonyms,
Similes that make you sneeze exhaling fresh lines of images
On swirls of ink gel conceived in the passion of inspired vertigo
While a joyful unbroken strand ignites hypnotic godly fires
And opaque falls from enigma’s vision releasing rhythmic respirations
Into blank lines and cryptic puzzles haunting insight flowing
With the whimsy of grace in one, uninterrupted breath to unravel
Obstacles of articulated lost verses on satin thermals of lyric grace
Gliding across a flat white parchment sea of conundrums opened
Riding in the groove blessed by synchronized perfection.

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