How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines
I conjure up an emotion or sing a song
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines..
Should I drop a meme , a gif or stickers
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines …
Do I send a picture or a trending video or reel
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines…
Tell you a story or ring in a favourite memory
How does one fill the silence if not with awkward lines??
Silence is scary like some unknown is calling
Silence can be enlightening but not when I am craving
Wanting to know your thoughts and wonders
So forgive me …Oh and just let me be seen ..
if I do end up filling silence with awkward lines!!
I could see him awkward,
As he tried to walk her space,
Give suggestions
And results.
After all it had always been her home,
Even she did get confused on drawers,
And cupboards sometimes.
Imagine then him:
Yet!
I could see him…
Useless!
Out of touch!
Claim to know something he had never touched…
Picture this,
It is a beautiful Summers' day,
And you don't want to waste the day,
Yet there are things to do inside that could spoil your day,
That won't go away,
Which needed your attention the day before yesterday,
You pour yourself another cup of coffee,
for your decision to delay,
Washing your cup brings another delay,
You shift the washing in the way,
And decide you had better wash what you will need the next day,
But forget to hang it out as lunch gets in the way,
Finally you decide outside you will go to make some hay,
But the sun is no longer in play,
And now the rain is here to ruin your day.
You go back inside and give the day away,
As nothing has made your day.
When doing something, anything, yesterday,
Would not have given nothing, a reason to stay,
On this beautiful sunny day.
On the one hand we are told not to blow our own trumpet and be humble,
One the other hand we we must express Love for ourselves,
And through the worlds not stumble,
Or our lives will get lost in the concrete jungle.
So how do Love ourselves less without getting into a tangle,
Or Love ourselves more without risking that for which we angle.
Since we cannot loves others from any angle,
Without Loving ourselves from any angle
We must look at the subject from a third angle.
I suspect if we make the best use of our talents,
We will be demonstrating Love of self to more than our parents,
And will have no need to blow our own trumpets outside our own tents,
As scouts are good at trumpeting news of anyone with talents.
Feeling balanced,
In a world that always seems unbalanced,
Is awkward when you want others not to feel unbalanced,
When you are expressing feelings that to them may seem unbalanced,
Yet to stay balanced,
You feel the need to express theses feeling or risk becoming unbalanced.
I guess on balance,
For the sake of feeling balanced
You need to do whatever makes you feel balanced,
And trust others will on balance,
Accept you even when off balance.
I haven’t heard from you in a few days
My heart is certainly ablaze
And you’re probably acrazed
Somewhere.
My gosh, you haven’t changed your ways
My friend, frankly, I continue to be amazed
By the gawkiness of your recent stays.
It is blue moon again
Father Earth is moving like a fleeing felon
Who wishes to find a haven
Anywhere.
Bad habits control old folks
And some clouds are made of cumulative smokes
Yet, it’s blue moon again.
Copyright © September 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
bring out the candles
for the crowds
i see their faces dance in the flames
tears where all the rage then
talking to people from the stars
they came in their multitudes
troubled with woe
and the earth chasms them
the universe slide from my side
so after it landed
something grey walked out of it
down a ramp that looked like
it couldn't have been
part of the ship moments ago
they appeared familiar
with where they stood
blue bottle eyes scanning
old friends from millennia ago
I think he was trying to put
one of his three fingers
on what had changed,
passing clouds smirking
as they drifted by,
anyway, to cut a long story short,
they seemed a bit put out
and it was all a little awkward
...And to the children reading this
who feel they don’t know ‘who they are,’
this is nothing unusual,
life leaves everyone with some scars.
Nobody knows what they’ll become
when you’re muddling through their teens,
you brain is changing rapidly,
your troubles are not what they seem.
In five years you won’t recognize
the person that you are right now,
the things that you think important
will make adult-you laugh out loud.
The troubles you think only you
can understand or comprehend
are nothing new, they’ve been gone through
by every grown woman or man.
You’re parents know what you’re living,
they have survived it all themselves,
you may not think they can help you,
but they know all of this too well.
It may not feel like they’re in touch,
but you should listen when they say:
You are not ‘trans,’ you’re probably not gay,
you’re just going through an awkward phase.
It happens to all of us. Be patient, you’ll grow out of it.
You will just have to teach yourself
one poor female victim at a time
for kissing is a dangerous occupation
for adolescents and virgins.
Angles and shapes have to be factored in
at lightning speed
before the plunge is undertaken.
The neck must be adjusted to height and
the trajectory of the pursed lips meet
as a natural occurrence
like two butterfly wings
brushing each other in flight.
On first dates
short-sighted rhino clashes
must be avoided at all cost.
Noses and teeth
will always get in the way somehow
just a fact.
In time, with much trial and error
the young will get the hang of it
and it's rather nice
in an often sloppy sort of way.
Eventually tongues are employed
in strange animalistic tasks
that they were never designed for
but in the heat of the moment
eating is often mistaken for kissing.
Go forth confidently then
you young men, but always remember
"though a kiss might be gentle
and oh so elemental
diamonds are a girl's best friend."
I guess, one thing everyone wanna escape are those awkward and embarrassing moments.
Such as an unreturned high five.
Or saying good evening instead of good morning accidentally.
Or when a friend leaves you with a friend of his.
Or shouting in a public place unintentionally grabbing all the attention.
Or burping loudly in a quiet place.
Or accidentally mistooking a pedestrian as someone else.
Or tripping infront of notables.
Or leaving a shop without buying anything.
These are the worst types of circumstances.
But why do these unpleasant memories remain while the happier ones do not?
I walked toward a man in the airport.
It was crowded.
Just in front of me, he levitated 6” off the ground.
And yipped.
He made a perfect landing and continued on his way.
I tried to divert my eyes.
“Man, that must have been awkward for him,”
I thought.
I walked toward a man in the airport.
It was crowded.
Just in front of him, I levitated 6” off the ground.
And yipped.
I made a perfect landing and continued on my way.
He tried to divert his eyes.
“Man, that must have been awkward for him,”
I thought.
Somedays I rise not wakeup,
clear the clutter for sake of,
preaching the so-called notion,
and giving scruffiness a remotion,
for what they say and not what I feel,
is true only in the world which is reel.
So afraid to be alone or with a lot of either,
with a bunch of millennials,
I talk about space and ether,
Kind of person I have always been,
someone like me you must have rarely seen.
All I need is a lineman to protect my blindside,
I'm stuck in a dark tunnel waiting for a high beam.
He was more than just an awkward child
That noone dared to understand
He was the creator of many worlds
A protector & a friend
He was more than just a shy little boy
Who tried, but never could fit in
He was the courageous alpine knight
The greatest dragon slayer known to man
He was more than the chair in the corner
Where he spent most of his time
He had to, bullies do love awkward & shy
He was more than just the notebook
That he wrote in everyday
He was a fearless crusader, hunting mythical monsters in dark damp cave
You watched him from the outside
Never once asked to join in
So he gave up on the world
He quit trying to fit in
He decided there was no need in crying
For a world that didn't want him
He built his own worlds
Then filled them with amazing friends
R.K.H
I have no excuse.
So, it's my own day to waste.
Her lips were with mine.
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