Best Presumes Poems
No need for violence or aggression
A passive acceptance of oppression
A powerful tool for social protest
To be peaceful and not violence many will resist
It presumes the intent of social change
Some believe not using belligerence is insane
Nonviolence is a synonym for pacifism
When you hear this word, you associate it with Civil Rights and racism
Nonviolence is not inaction it is the patience to win
You gain a lot of support, love, respect, and friends
See many people do not like change
So many have used diverse methods in their peaceful campaigns
Dr. Martin Luther King seen peace and equality to all races in his dream
Mahatma Gandhi helped India win its independence through bigotry that was extreme
I think that we should inevitably re-shape the social order in a lack of prejudice form
If we constantly use peace, we can weather many of these racial motivated storms
To listen to another's point of view is largely dependent on reciprocity
Not injustice, hate, and apathy
That is what makes me so angry
Remember what Jesus’ says, "love thine enemy”
"Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of
spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him."
Martin Luther King
Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they
are capable of being.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.
Mahatma Mohandas K. Gandhi
he presumes that people find him unassuming
and about his humility he keeps on boasting;
looks down his nose
at you and those
he assumes as presumptuous, as assuming !
Rites and Wrongs
This write suggests the search of many slants
Pursuing words of truth you hold most clear.
Stand sober toward the charlatans whose rants
Exact belief in those susceptible to fear.
Reflections on the tomes of writers past
Remark agendas with a want to bring
To light the mystic words that prophets cast
Which spread the lofty rumor of a coming King.
A rock holds sway while scratches on a stone
Prescribe the path of hallowed righteousness.
Successors to the dozen set the tone -
The mind that dares diverge invites the hot abyss.
The stream that's meant to wash away the stain
Which nascent blooms bear from the first of breath
Presumes we bleed not pure but earned our pain-
A wrenching debt, but spares an endless tortured death.
We know not why the wind sweeps insolence
Into the space of grayish rooms unseen
And presses some to scoff at reverence
For black-robed shadows knelt and bowed in holy scene.
Lawless acts to shelter sins are fraught
With hushed consort by fiends so likely bent
Who offer haven when their rogues are caught.
Whose shrouded malice deemed a minor, lone event.
But yet the seething silence in the guise
Of those whose offered trust was so defiled
Is broken only by their troubled cries.
A shameful stigma preyed upon them as a child.
So tremble not to dash the age-old trends
With questions bracing your unruly airs.
Yea, stand alone, if need be, from your friends
For surely your slant deems as much respect as theirs..
Fool an i
we lay so incredulously
In a love....
That it seems our sorrows rest in mind
and all is enabled,
now we able,
to weave mesh of this light as we bind...
seemingly caught up in webs of time.
But stood it may
like a shadow
was the thoughts that attest between us..
how uncouth the prattled battle lay,
all it consumes,
as it presumes ,
to arrest and attest for our lives...
keeping us caught up in lies 'till we die.
Form:
Traduced! Forgive but don’t forget is the adage
How can one heal whilst storing the ugly image?
It’s the lie entailed by cowardice…
So a mind, replete with forgiven but unforgotten
Turns irrational and presumes in verbiage rotten!
Imminently, bruises need a poultice…
Mired in all the untoward-pardoned-unforgettable
Eclipsed visages twist-taunt into the judge-mental
as he hammers over a ripped bodice…
Rage absorbed takes on a caliber hard to disown
Of a volcanic-type verisimilitude; shield unknown
under the buried-remembered, malice…
Nursed so long in remembrance, turns corrupt
Drinks in all the stored negatives to then erupt
in wanton caprice…
Surely, forgetting is requisite to forgiving,
for how is one to enjoy the present living?
Odious history’s peace…
Riding the past to fill moments in beauty
Memory retention is the declared reality
Enunciated with declining hubris…
(5/27/21)
I cannot say why peace on Earth
Is found to be elusive
The benefits of choosing such
Are factually conclusive
The calm inside a mother’s womb
Is where we learn to dream
The tender heart, though very soft
Does not provide the cream
The suckle born of mother's milk
Befits a Prince of Peace
The promise of the Shepherd's fold
Presumes a golden fleece
The saddest cry, that tugs a heart
Is more than just a flow
It cannot swell a mountain stream
Until we let it go
The morning mist is gentle
For the dew that feeds the clover
It nurtures all and then recedes
Before the day is over
The moon provides a friendly glow
Of shadows on the wall
They ebb and flow, but when they go
They leave without a squall
The cat that naps without a care
Emits the perfect sound
The comfort of the master's bed
Is easy on the ground
The morning paints the flower beds
In welcome rays of sun
They break the day a joyful way
In warmth for everyone
The creatures that are small and meek
Are not so big and vain
They seek the shelter of the earth
The rhythm of the rain
The quality of life is such
That peace befits the heart
The calming voice of sanity
Is true by nature’s part.
" To be generous without greed,"
is the commitment I make ,
because my satisfaction
comes from making one happy;
I was conceived by a gentle mother
who helped me succeed
in my quest for truth,
not as much seeking riches
or venture everything in madness,
always caring for those stricken by poverty...
In all my envisioned glory,
all I wished for...was serenity;
not a tumultuous and fast life
with a strew of wealthy friends,
who rarely feel a pinch of sadness
and consider better alternatives!
The physical world is controlled
by forces beyond our conception;
the material world is indisputably
the contagious wealth we lust after,
a vain wealth that's being crushed
by the specter of death and its demons;
it continues to attract and deceive us
until we can no longer sustain it in our grip...
" To be generous without greed, "
seem unrealistic and equivocal words
in our selfish and ungrateful world,
which presumes on goodness and generosity;
if honest people work hard and prosper,then why
others try to obtain it with other means?
Honesty is measured in deeds,
but unselfishness consists of fairness and humanity...
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
Race is to describe what fills up the space
It is a trivially descriptive and unstable concept
Like water, liquid or gas with no obvious context
The human race is synonymous with humanity
Which makes a lot of sense, but unfortunately
Witless people who talk crabs and craps tend to misuse
This four-letter word with bias, single-mindedness and hubris
It is basically grouping what one presumes, envisions or sees
Race means nothing, lees, dregs and slags with no sound gist
Fill in the blank, if you can
As we all know, first God created one man and one woman
I wonder who would disagree with this assessment
For procreation’s sake that a man and a woman
Form a couple to make babies or infants
Race means species. How many species did God conceive?
The Almighty Providence created Adam and Eve
I feel strongly that God solely cares about one race
The only one that he created in the Garden
On Earth was born somewhere in Africa
Like it or not, we are descendants of two Africans
I dare anybody to prove that I am incorrect or false
Next time somebody mentions or talks about race
Feel free to laugh as loud as one can in this person’s face
Real history is full of stories, theories, jokes, lies, guesses and farces
Nowadays in order to be politically correct, ‘men’ in plural, one would say
A man and a woman. Amen! We also know that ‘men’ love to divide
To conquer, to lie, to cheat, to invent and to betray with false pride
Keep on thinking deep! Let’s not stop until we comprehend the nonsense
Around you and me (humanity). Let’s protect the human race
Let’s not dissect and divide humanity, by inventing more races
In the wind, under the sun, the moon and the stars
Did God create many groups or species?
Let’s think deep, deep about the human race.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The pursuit of Poetry is a lifelong affair,
Where one must strive hard to interpret his thoughts.
A scene treasured in the realm of the mind
Must be awesomely penned to justify its course.
Write on and ease your woe
For words vaguely written are the sentries of the soul.
The joy of poets is sought endlessly on paper.
Feelings never herald astound in plain dues.
Shortly reforms its elegies likewise,
And cuts its nothingness off without a clear view.
Striving without meaning...
For words cannot satisfy the thoughts the heart presumes.
The sound of rhyme and rhythm misjudge the context lines
Wherein rules uphold the grammar and meaning
Instead of the heart's ways freely patterned,
Unmindful of the verbal errors in wordings.
Writing still in strange tones
While others see your craft as relentlessly worthless.
The serenity of poems lives on forever
As the soul is wounded by the impact done.
It cherishes thoughts rarely mystified
Altering the concavity of one's reason
To study emotions
And the perpetual shelter within altered minds.
The proverbs of the soul must be kept sacred for life.
Antiquities herein outlive the ages.
Let poets be the scribes of tomorrow
To overshadow the fools from being sages.
Solemnly, live the dream
Be wise enough and pursue the vastness of writing.
Form:
I'd like to give you an ounce of perfume
that I borrowed from honeysuckle vine.
This scent is old, more lovely, one presumes
than French perfume always made by design.
This scent leads me back to my childhood days,
I hear ringing echoes of our voices,
running barefoot over hidden pathways--
days before we had to make life's choices.
Carefree days of locust blooms, apple pies;
forever friends, we innocently thought.
Never worried past our wondering eyes--
pretending life, chasing dreams sometimes caught.
Come, we'll sit on my childhood backdoor stairs,
search for dreams always in plentiful bloom.
We'll stay only to hear memories' airs.
The ticket's in honeysuckle perfume.
Bring Me Home Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
4th place
(Poem updated 1/18/2022)
Mr CEO, How Much Do You Make
Going around in Whatsapp circle is a viral message...
About a CEO with an inflated ego hoping to burnish his image....
Being a CEO knowing his own worth and full of self importance...
He presumes the world has to be in awe of how much he makes...
Acting magnanimous, he politely and ever so sweetly asked his dinner mate....
Being a long suffering teacher, how much is it that the teacher makes....
The teacher, she paused in her dinner, and launched a monologue....
About how she teaches her students the virtues of patience...
And mathematics and how invaluable it is minus the technological aids...
Guiding them to a C+ that feels like achieving a congressional medal of honor...
Teaches all the future brains and big wigs of society, CEO's included...
Her monologue was cunningly crafted calculated to cut down to size....
All those egoistic CEO's who feel they have arrived at the pinnacle of success...
She ended her broadside, asking, How Much Do You Make, Mr CEO?....
Hohoho....
The CEO lives in a different world and goes by a different yardstick....
In his world, it is all money in business, losses and profits....
That's the bottom line, money talks and makes the world goes round....
The comforts of life is his for the asking, given the mega bucks he has to be making....
The teacher in question is obviously one very peeved individual....
Given the comparatively peanut salary everybody knows she has be given....
His resentment has built up for she must have felt or has been reminded once to often...
Her salary is peanuts compared to her many successful ex students...
What can she do but put on a show of bravado...
Just be scathing and craft out a creative answer....
While massaging her long bruised ego over seemingly salary failure...
Earning meagre bucks yearly at base level while her CEO ex students soar all over...
That she feels ultimately superior is obvious from her concluding query...
A challenge to her rival, Just how much you make, Mr CEO...
When truth be told, she has merely applied a different yardstick of measurement...
To deflect yet another CEO's disdain for yet another teacher who was once his mentor...
Hohoho...
Better Angels
The better angels of our nature
The higher aspects of our hearts
The deeper yearnings of our beings
The true summation of our parts
It is to this that I aspire
It is to this my soul assumes
To the highest but no higher
Only what a man presumes
Only where the best have been
Only where the saints have trod
To be less would would be a sin
To be more would be a god
A problem with breath-focused sitting
eyes hooded
closed down sensory receptor meditation,
in my peak omnipotent mindful experience
This inside passive form of seeking resilience
presumes we consistently care
about furthering our
health care vocations,
organically sacred to some,
merely biological to more chronically traumatized
emotionally challenged
by histories
of neglect
and/or multigenerational mysteries
of emotional/verbal
physical/nonverbal abuse
disregard
bullying
The opposite of nonviolent communication
to restore egojustice
and repair trauma damage
to panentheistic
yintegral ecopeace
Which is the opposite
of monotheistic
yang-supremacist ecocide
As enlightened resonance
of Sun Worship
is to dark dissonance
against Earth empowering
resilient Win/Win
health care meditation systems,
physically active
and metaphysically robust movement,
music,
mindful,
therapeutic empowering
co-passionate peak neurosensory
resilient inside/outside
sad and glad tears
Meditation systems
for enlightening medication
co-empowering
exhausting, but not manic,
exhilarating, but sustainable
intense, but not anxious
anticipations of time-sufficient
left/right bicameral
thought/felt resiliently sacred
restorative
EarthTribal Justice
Organic co-passioning
timeless warm round
expansive light empowering
all forming and flowing
inter-religious interconnections
in-between natural/spiritual regenerations
of co-operative
co-governing
co-mediating ecopolitical
robust and resilient
co-invested
EarthMothered peace.
I ponder your marvel, Jesus, "holy"!
Revealed to that blind man who loudly cried,
Begging your mercy on him, who's lowly...
You asked him the obstacles on his stride.
And in answer, O, preserver of "life"!
He begged your glance on him as his true guide.
For long he'd undergone many a strife.
His blindness had made an enduring scar.
Hurdles he had faced abundantly rife.
He implored to perceive truths as they are.
And your loving "grace" to discern always,
Granting him your wisdom excellence par…
Perception presumes positive soul rays.
The light of "faith" should permeate the heart.
By God's words, our actions should get ablaze.
The blind man wanted to become a part,
Of the endless creative deeds of God,
Full of "hope"; in holiness set apart…
You looked at him with "love" and a smile broad
He received your enhancing mercy look!
"Joy" filled him and your kindness he did laud.
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We, indeed, need always the Jesus look
Jesus look is - look with no hook or crook.
11 June 2021
Jesus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Elegance.
Beneath her beauty is yearning for relevance as she presumes it to be irrelvant
Intelligent
Speaks with messages that seem so delicate as if words were definate
Still questioning her precidence
ponder upon her prefrences no refrences
yo this lessons tence..