Best Minding Poems
Veined whispers
floating
Coursing freely
releasing
Physically subjugated
creating
Cosmic reeling
exploding
Tempestuous yearning
drumming
Precariously woven
flaming
Passionately related
speaking
Metaphysical tounges
wagging
Scientific lifelines
swimming
Spiritual pathways
howling
Refutable rituals
shocking
Collective intensity
breathing
Abstract heartbeats
bouncing
Seering unregrettable
dreaming
Youthful precocious
swallowing
Backwards intelligence
submerging
Majestic depths
professing
Realities perspective
minding
Childlike curiosities
reliving
We lean in, like a sculptured work in progress,
enigmatic scent to kiss,
when suddenly,
the three inch wide orange rubber bands around our wrists,
pulled behind our backs,
spring us away from each other
at supersonic speed.
Hair flying in front of our faces, slipping through wind without weight...
Back to opposing sides of the world,
tethered to work, anxiety, bills, and the unavoidable
responsibilities of adulthood.
Immediately, I feel my ankles bulge
under the strain of stretching out to meet you again.
My skull is an arrow aimed at you
and I perspire indigence at what I leave behind.
There are no words big enough to explain what I know.
That you are on your other side of the world,
arrow-headed in my direction,
straining wrists in orange bands,
shoulders almost dislocated from the magnetism
that life injects into the scenario.
It will be years again before we meet, perhaps,
and yet, as long as I have the knowledge of our combined efforts,
I have the strength to push ahead, pain what may.
The air is still stained with our image where we barely kissed.
Holographic disturbance which no soul will pass through,
until the orange bands are stretched to cracking rubber, thread size,
and we breathe each other's air once again.
Patience is an additive in my blood, these days,
and I rarely allow myself to ponder,
that, in the mean time, in all this strain and wonder
on our opposing sides of the world, struggling to reach one another,
we must continue to live in the same house.
Ever question why certin people ever win?
Sit atop that featured list.
Cause like roulette wheel the game is fixed
in case you havent guessed.
Its easy to rise to the top when own the site.
Raul, John, Micheal, it's the only way people
would praise anything you write.
Why slip in at night when ya take it out the
front door.
Makes question on on the soup who's
minding the store.
I comment on seventy poems a day.
I loved this write now what the hell did
I just say?
Your best friend wins every contest you host.
Must be nice holding that silver spoon.
Ya killed the voice but left his ghost.
Lets be nice and play fair.
Two faced jokes.
Snot nosed social club like anyone does care.
It's hard to play when ya dont even have a chance.
My words cut to the truth wanna test me.
Well fakes and fools lets dance.
You speak about depth but your fake smiles
show you hollow to the core.
Makes ya question in this game who's minding the store.
True love(r) never dies, they say;
pun is more of a fun rhyme to sway.
As for whom this giggling heart
bleeds the most? Know, I always
carry mine with me, ‘til I become pond water;
and hidden not in my eyes, often awake for love,
as they easily show blushes of my thoughts,
ramping over the wall of judgment.
Alone I’ll not be and so is this dearest one;
darkness though life brings...
Among the sonnets, the 15th, my soul.
Too many secrets concealed,
even as I speak, to death a name’s been willed!
In those dark days
When every time is a down time
Those days when for a dime
You could spare a prime rhyme
And pay a dollar for a cent
Those days when the slimy
Tongues of foes wag in ecstasy
Those days when life seems to turn tide
And you feel God has finally gone blind
Alas! I think of death, like I am right now
Say you know how I feel
We only are playing the truth
Smiling with a sweet tooth
It's only if Dzogbeze Lisa has abandoned you
In the thick forests with clouding trees
Will you really know
Death really can bring life
But I'll deny them the pleasure
I'll work for success and not to die for it
I'll poke death in face and smile back at life
so how do we learn to go about minding our minds?
it's about building the right relationship that with God you find
in the book of Mark it says to "love the Lord with all thine mind"
to connect with Him intellectually in a way that is sublime
we need to engage with Him on a level that requires us to discern
that it's not just our hearts but our minds towards God we need to turn
to lean not towards our own understanding
but to let the wisdom of God's word be what we are commanding
we live in a time where education and intellect is much prized
it's about how many higher level degrees that a person had realized
MBA, Ph.D those letters that are placed after one's name
is what society expects a person to have attained
for you can't compete in the market place of this global economy
if you don't have at least a four year bachelor's degree
minding your mind is what one needs to learn
to listen to the teachings of God and intellectually discern
and the way to accomplish that is to pray exponentially
by talking to the Lord God unceasingly
we also need to be patient and learn how to wait
for that is what hope requires for us to keep the faith
minding your mind by finding your godly purpose for being
for a productive person is what God desires to be seeing
so discover and acertain that gift that to you God did give
and utilize it in a way so that holy you now may live
minding your mind by allowing the spirit of God to come in
to raise you up higher and away from earthly sin
as it's all about the right relationship that with God you will find
to living for His purpose for you by learning to mind your mind
now able to function with a peaceful mind knowing God's in control
now able to sleep better at night as He watches over your soul
now operating with a positive mindset trusting in the Lord
filled with honesty, virtue and praise for Him in all accord
goodness, nobility and purity are the things you now embrace
minding your mind by thinking of God in the first place
it's all about the right relationship that with the Lord God you'll come to define
living prayerfully, patiently, purposefully and peacefully with a positive state of mind
The quiet of the late afternoon sun
Is all that I wanted to hear.
The rays casting shadows in the room
Is all that I wanted to see.
Watching the daylight move around the walls
Eased the tension and stress in me.
A few moments to gather my thoughts
Time, so precious, so dear.
Comfortably sitting here
Relaxation drains me of life's fears
Just a few minutes of time for me
To sit in peace watching nature perform
Makes me feel good and smile for the beauty of life.
Recharges my mind to face more.
I breath
My breathes
Floating
In front of me
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I convulse
My convulsions
Shaking
My core
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I babble
My babbles
Confusing
All humanity
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I shutter
My shutters
Breaking me
Inside out
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I know
My knowing
Helps me
See you clearly
And you
Don't know
You'll never
Know
A brilliant collage depicting everything
flowered, gleaming, having inspired
julep kisses, lost moments, new opinions
pure quotations, raw sunshine,
true understanding, virtuosity with
xanthic yellow zest.
We were on our own
Minding our business
Weighed down by crushing unemployment
Thoroughly disillusioned by the art of promise and fail
We were disoriented by the perennial lie
Of being leaders of tomorrow
While we watched the promised future
Dissipate before our very eyes
Stolen by evil forces that have held the country
Down since after the flag independence
We were still minding our business
With dignified silence
As SARS kept on decimating our numbers
At any slightest provocation
Profiling us with ease as fraudsters
Defining us by how we looked
Instead of whom we really were
And we came out to protest this injustice
But we were brutally repressed
And ran for our dear lives
An election came in 2023
And we believed that with our numbers
We could take back our country
From the precipice of the devil and the deep blue sea
But we were brutally brought down to earth
By forces of calamity
However we remain undaunted
The forces of evil might seem to be winning
But we the youth will bring their blighted era
To a dismal end and that is our declaration!
Poets count on fingies
To get the meter right.
Scribes of prosy thingies,
In randomness delight.
Innocence lost
and being ignored
sin destroyed
sickness and little hope
confusion of mind
How can fathers detach so easily?
And who’s minding the children?
Broken homes
absentee fathers long gone
mothers now abandoning them too
or too busy to love and care
child abuse and perversion
What happened to the fathers who say they are men?
And who’s minding the children?
Taught to think of only self
gangs and bloodshed on the rise
early pregnancy and more unwanted babies
disrespect of authority now rampant
they don’t live long anymore
Where are the fathers who plagiarize God’s name?
And who’s minding the children?
Abuse their elderly regularly
violence in dating is now so common
all manner of carnage and misuse
homosexuality embellished and tolerated
emotionally damaged while so very young
Why is daddy nowhere to be found?
And who’s minding the children?
Physically impaired and unhealthy
insolent conduct
drugs annihilating
hidden in prison houses
sleeping in the streets
Wasn’t daddy placed as head?
And who’s minding the children?
Raising themselves
Uneducated
Misdirected
hungry
and full of rage
Where are these fathers who beat their chests?
And who’s minding the children?
It was just a stretched out word
that eases in on the still and quiet
when a moment lingers
on the edge of forever
hovering, contemplating, pondering life.
It is a deepened observation
of the colors of the sky,
the changing of the seasons,
the innate natural beauty
of the world around us.
A longing search that aches at the spirit
pulls at the heartstrings, breathing,
heart beating light and gentle,
causing us to wonder, question
who and why we are.
It is a moment in time
where you need not be
anyone but yourself
in this here
and now.
It is a focal point
in time and space
in history and its making
in the artful act
of minding the soul.
For the contest of Chantelle Anne Cook
Mindfulness 2/8/19
Minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses
Some villainous pundits or vile hyenas are the best
In simply doing just that, comrades. They ignore
Their own problems. They leave a huge door
Ajar, wide open, so they can put their flagitious nose
In their neighbors’ personal businesses or affairs
Please, always have the fireman’s water hose
Ready, in check and in full force in order to shower
Them with love, pity, comprehension and compassion
Because their primigenial tongue is way too long
For their mouth to handle or encase. Please bless them
With Holy water and incense, in order to chase away
Or to obliterate the viruses in them. For them, night is day
As they are confused and lost in the corridors of Gotham
Gossipers are liars, predators, sinners and troublemakers
They don’t want peace. They don’t like peace
They want wars and skirmishes. They have a list
Of nefarious or unholy things outside the craters
That they want to implement in order to destroy
Good and decent human beings. Their tongue is a deadly toy
At all times, be aware of the culture and the environment
The venomous caterpillars and the evil bees are ubiquitous
And never forget to use a special spray, which is inodorous
Or a special glare, which can shame them on the pavement
Many of you who know exactly what I am talking about
Expose them, denounce them and force them to change route
That’s the way to discourage or to defeat the evil worshippers
The hypocrites, the quislings and the professional gossipers
Who are minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
my mind wakes me up at three
wants to tell me what to write
my heart says wait till the morn
and turns out the light
my fingers grab for the pen
and a notebook kept at the bedside
before it’s half past the hour
my eyes close and hide.
words are scrawled above the lines
nothing rhymes from page to page
my ears turn in, deaf to it all
I’m in limbo, I need to disengage
ink paving the solitude of writing
no support from the fellowship
the mind endures the load without spite
and retains itself from giving lip
from the start, this composition has a purpose
to illustrate that the mind cannot work alone
having said that, the heart is capable and reliable
it will not falter and become dethroned
no correlation between thoughts of the mind
and the sincerity of the hearts credibility
all of which implies a mind has a will of its own
but the heart has a deeper insight and gentility