"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time."
– Sir John Lubbock
"Allow nature's peace to flow into you as sunshine flows into trees."
- John Muir
Grey clouds hover as sunlight filters through
Faraway fogged mountains come into view
There's serenity in the breeze that blows
The sun sets slowly as the sky still glows
Will it rain today? Maybe, it'll drizzle!
But right now, heaven's on a soft sizzle
The wind, the trees, the sunshine and the blue
"Allow nature's peace to flow into you"
Serenity is found where there is peace
And it's nature that sets my mind at ease
Yam that got a permanent prick
Yam in contention with its harvest
Got it fat; removed with a flick
But diet is the concern of an agriculturalist
Consumer sees beyond
While naming its price
Got to examining its structure and bond
Which communicates enough raunchy
Yam that got a Chelsea buttock
Yam of false human attribute
A large buttock a stomach so paunchy
Rejected by no means a devise
Woman sees nothing
While peeling
Just to hurry
Not to make dinner goes well with sorry
Those yams grow in a fertile soil
With no or little toil
Such are in no time boiled
Better serve oiled
The pace setter
The home of agriculture
If i would ever be a bettor
Ibadan stands out in horticulture
Night and day
The slaughtering happens anyway
It is by no means a friendly meeting
The gangs are competing
These fools
have many rules
killing people daily is their motto
almost like playing the lotto
Day after day
The gangs must have their way
not giving a dime who they slay
theirs is the only way.
Last weekend 7 people were slain
Family members had to bear the pain
Why all the killing?
It is so unfulfilling
The gangs will not stop the killing
Does not matter how unfulfilling
They will carry on unhindered
They will carry on hindered
The gang bosses
Really hates losses
They will kill their own staff
And about it, even laugh.
This is war
Babies are being killed
No justice
For the innocents
Just injustice
No real peace
Deadly bombs
Blood painting the sad streets
Criminals
Are ubiquitous
Even in the sewers
Poor babies
Are summarily executed
What a shame
The truth is handcuffed
And shackled
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
North and South
No justice
West and East
There's no peace
And yes, no justice
In the deadly bloody streets
Civilians are killed
Elders are baffled
No cease fire
Stop the injustice
The devils
Are roaming the streets
Bombardments
Are ubiquitous
Where is God
In this brouhaha
Stop fooling
The whole universe
Stop the lies
No democracy
It doesn't rhyme
With evil
But hypocrisy
Does not rhyme
Either with Hell
Stolen land
Is not an award
A reward
Is complicated
The Nobel Prize
Is unwarranted
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
By no means
By any means available
And unavailable
We want peace
Friendship and justice.
Copyright© February, 2024, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Embracing what is known as the light.
Is by no means an easy plight.
For no one is always in the right.
Just a figure in flight.
With whom did you postpone this thing?
By the hand with the golden ring.
He is King.
Say no to the darkness of doom, while you accept the fight,
that now cares you to the moon.
Death subsides. And life prevails.
With light you win. And darkness sins.
As one on your own, we must all go alone.
To the place we seek, a heavenly deep.
I try not to cry and that may be why.
In the end, we will all find a friend.
And so it must be, for the cards that we.
are dealt.
Thanks for the journey.
Ones prays has been answered.
Or so, it would seem. One cannot be redeemed.
The only flight, to this light.
Waiting is not fun when you’re on the run
They’re things to do before the day is done.
Daily tasks are like a mountain to climb
But it seems we are always short of time.
Waiting time is by no means wasted time
If we use this time our life’s pump to prime.
A pump that is not primed will soon run dry
Those always on the run soon fall and die.
Waiting provides time for much-needed rest
So, we can always perform at our best.
Use the time to meditate while you wait
and you will walk life with a steady gait.
Patience, an essential character trait,
can only be formed as we learn to wait.
So, stop the chase, get out of the rat race,
and live life with gratitude and grace.
"Who I am, is the understanding what is important in my personal narrative world, my feelings, motives, and desires." Quote by poet
My long journey
to present time holds its effect
in own cultured human imperfection,
woman emotional
resilience, but have achieved expectational
victories because of those that have encouraged
its last unique lasting effects
significance, not a copy of another.
Self-awareness
will by no means cease to exist,
but shall emerge encouraged and shall keep
exploring my beacon
spirit from the inherited knowledge, values,
memories, and the writings, arts, and those who love
me, will keep me from vanishing.
Cherish every empowering moment of self.
A photo of my past reveals a pattern
Like a stroll that one would unfold;
Like a one-way forward railroad track,
Portraying rather interesting facts and
Saying to all that, usually, I did not go back.
Unlike God's creation, it was not 'all good';
Nor does it show that every assignment was finished.
By no means was I in any way tarnished and diminished.
Although hard, tiring, and bruising, I learned to strive.
The sunsets inspired me, and sunrises moved me ahead.
My dog looks at me,
don’t wanna know what he’s thinking
missing one testicle now,
'thanks to me'.
I offer him a treat a reward a bribe if you will
to forgive and forget, but.
He turns his head away from me.
“Come on boy” I say “it’s your favorite,
a bacon-flavored dog biscuit”, but then I think.
Not a fair trade by no means,
who am I kidding?
“Dammit,” he cried
“I’ll never get you clean”
For what he had seen
Was nothing but mean
“Come on over, now, here’s your feed”
As the pony ran over
With a great deal of speed
Her leg limped
Over a hard patch of ground
That was by no means good
At least the rest were sound
She was covered in dirt
From head to toe
She rolled in the soiled grass
All that mud was a foe
The majestic white coat
Hid deep underneath
The only thing bright
Was her freshly cleaned teeth
The show is tomorrow
And there’s no time for fun
“My Connemara filly,
What on earth have you done?”
This is war
Babies just got killed
No justice
For the innocents
Deadly bombs
Blood throughout the streets
Criminals
Are ubiquitous
Poor babies
Are executed
What a shame
The truth is handcuffed
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
North and South
No justice
West and East
There’s no peace
And yes, no justice
Bloody streets
Civilians are killed
No cease fire
Stop the injustice
The devils
Are roaming the streets
Bombardments
Are ubiquitous
Where is God
In this brouhaha?
Stop fooling
The whole universe
Stop the lies
No democracy
It doesn’t rhyme
With evil
But hypocrisy
Does not rhyme
Either with Hell
Stolen land
Is not an award
A reward
Is complicated
We want
Everlasting peace
By no means.
Copyright© January, 2024, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
I am not selfish, and I am not cruel, it's just me expressing my feelings. When he so selfishly left me out, the insult's cut was not only such a deep puncture, but it put a wound on me so severe that it would literally take years to heal. Obviously, I wanted to be included, he never saw it that way though. To him, I wasn't even there. I know we have our differences but to each his own. Doesn't he know that I too have feelings, emotions and implore sharable love? Doesn't he know that no two people are exactly alike, and by no means are they filled with the same blood? No more could I stand a silent voice. No more will I fall subject to brother selfishness abuse. Just because he is older than I that doesn't mean he is superior. So, I told him. If he doesn't let me in, not only will I never again consider him in any of my most personal oodles of masterminding projects ever again.
But also, to he...
"I promise to never, ever, ever, ever...play with Woody and Buzz Light Year- ever again."
For now,
I will be...
"The Hulk"
pier-perfection
measured stroll to its length
flipping into mirth
landing on the sailboat’s deck
and holding on…for dear life
pier-perfection
strong sun, beholden wind
horizontal spray
leisuring at an angle
hang-on-baby amusement
pier-perfection
observers as beached whales
by no means diving in
the sea chopping off their legs
piers wooden pegs bending wills
pier-perfection
becomes a water slide
bums not having fun
turbulent waters teal blue
nothing to show for their lives
pier-perfection
floating away, perfect sail
for the dead beats…
the hang-on-baby crowd
seasoned-sailors on beach towels
7/2/2023
Sunctify them by truth; your word is truth
Bible quote: John 17:17
I feel free to ask some believers
Out there, hope to receive
back some answers
from readers
What do you want in life
Dear brothers and
sisters in the World?
Just speak out honestly,
All the ears are on you right now...
If you don't love some people who keep
Praying for your change daily,
If you don't like some people who
always share the truth with you so
that you may change soon.
Do you think there are people who love
you more than the ones who keep
sharing the truth with you
daily to change?
Remember ,
there are no good
And kind
That coming from
Xenophobia, envy
Hate, antagonism,
Racism , tribalism
Terrorism ...
It is a naked truth
You may like it
or not............
It is up to you
As you still wish to endure
In doing wrong things .
What shall we say , then?
Shall go on sinning,
so that Grace may increase?
By no means ! We died to sin;
how can we live in it any longer?
Bible quote , Romains 6:1- 2.
June 30/2023
The harsh pains of terrible toothache
No human nor humanoid can fake.
The "oh!" are real, the "Ah!" and "Jeesus!,"
Caries of the Bad Tooth for scissors!
Sufferer's cheeks feel the agony;
Puffed up in pursuit of harmony:
So also the eyes above: quite scared,
For the bad much the teeth have been dared.
Sympathizers say "Avoid sugar."
I, Hindhu, who can't shun our Yoga."
Now, cries seller of its drug "No...No,
Extraction quite wrong: more shall go!"
Men by no means licensed Dentists:
Are they handing out truths or their twists?
One thing is sure: Dentists don't like them
And long had learnt to call one problem
"If you're ready for quick extraction
The Dental service, no distraction."
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