POWERS OF COMPREHENSION
expectations
powers
responsive
&
laden
pictures
of
sublime
imagery
causing
conscious
&
imitative
aesthetic
concerns
to
soon
blossom
powerful
coloured
visions
aiding
understanding
A wise man unwritten letter
To his future self
A prickly feeling that keeps one on their feet
You notice the other but never yourself
You make time for the other
Stand on your feet and call out mistakes
A wild free feeling
Wanting for the wind
Can't grasp it
It's fleeting yet memorable
A whisper in the morning
A loud cry in the night
Exchanged letters and clothes
To become a memory no one should talk about
Cupcakes on Mondays
Sorbet on Thursdays
But you preferred Saturdays
Confessions said out loud
The heart not so sure
A wild free feeling
It's the magic they all talk about
To only turn devastating and tragic
Makes you wonder
It changes
Against two people
What becomes of it when a third arrives?
I haven't experienced it
But this is my definition
Comprehension is never taking seriously
Only the lucky ones
What is it actually?
It's quite haunting and daunting
If you ask me
I wanted to know what it was like
But I was scared my balloon will fly away
When I give it out
The best things worth knowing are unknowable;
they are beyond human comprehension.
What my heart feels my mind is unable to communicate;
Only to hold you and kiss you comes close.
send a message…….
send a message saying…make it make sense.
send a message to comprehend.
send a message apprehend.
then again….
the message is….what was it …..send it again.
clarify what was meant.
explanations….? intent?!
…..message sent
Syretta
Gathering floor runner lead
Devotion vows
Devotion vows
Castle bigotry
Bigot spigots
Coffee wastes
Wonderment
When I can
Appreciate the alone-ness,
and smile in the darkness, and marvel at limits,
Respecting the balance of my
“Parent”, “Adult” and “Child”,
Then, integrated, I become mature
and whole; walking free,
With a limp…
E-choed
U-nderstanding
N-urtures
I-nner
C-larity,
E-mbracing
S-ubtleties
A-s
N-avigated
T-houghts
O-pen
S-ouls
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Eunice F. Santos)
A simple misconception,
Can lead to endless argumentation.
Once it started its initiation,
It'll always have a continuation.
The tension escalates,
While the calmness disintegrates.
How can you mitigate?
A situation from someone obstinate.
Everything starts small,
Then out of its area, it'll crawl.
Slowly climbing over the wall,
Leading to the downfall.
You're not someone I hate,
It's not even up for debate.
Your hunger can't be sated,
You'll uproot all, as if excavated.
The more we talk, the less we agree,
A situation everyone wants to flee.
When every point sparks a ghastly decree,
It can burst into a destructive degree.
Understand the concept,
Don't be inept.
Words have different depth;
If unsure, then don't make a step.
Avoid provocation,
Think of the conclusion.
It might destroy the dominion,
That grew from your affection.
Don't make any sudden demand,
Take a moment to understand.
Misunderstanding is like a quicksand;
Just a step and you'll be a part of the land.
All poems are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
A thought not yet realized
Unearth, my cerebellum contorted in confusion
A lack of comprehension
The heart of iron melted at first hesitation
Trembling with fear and burdened with disgust
Feeling unworthy even though the asset has value
Within a second, the idea evaporated into nothingness
Love yourself first, love your own,
Like your two eyes, so you won't be alone.
In the end, God will gleefully handle the rest.
Spread love, not hate, this is the best
Thing to do, in this corrupt and sorry society.
Love is power, love is a powerful army.
Do not worry about the hatemongers.
Believe me they are a bunch of sheer losers;
Eventually, they'll crawl and rot in the halls of hell.
Love is powerful, ring the silent bell
Of love to spread harmony, comprehension
Peace, knowledge, passion, and compassion.
Love is not blind; love can see the core of the soul.
Love your fellow men and women, like your own,
Like yourself, and thou shall never be alone.
You shall be strong and happy; you'll be having a ball,
‘Cause you're powerfully strengthened by the fibers of love,
By the redundant power of unity, which comes from above.
Hebert Logerie Friday, February 5, 2016
I don’t comprehend why
Human beings cannot get along
Why can’t they play and sing the same song
Of Peace and Love together? Why, Why?
Why human beings are killing each other
In the streets, the straits, the strips and on the river
Of life? Our stay on Earth is so short, too short
Why is somebody bombing the sea and the main port
Which leads to the avenue of reconciliation and peace
Why can’t each of us be happy with a piece
Of the pie? Why are we killing each other
Over nonsense and things that we didn’t bring over
Over here and over there?
I tried, tried to comprehend but I can no longer bear
This and that, these and those. I cannot understand why
Why some groups want the whole pie?
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
COMPREHENSION
an assertive
dimension
so contemporary
this
mobility
a vision
intersacting
in
an
optimistic
conscious ness
with
an
afirmation
of an
an estatic a
strugglea
to envision
creativity
agony & doubt
in a
predicament
a quest
of symbolic
theme
in
an
expression
of intuition
I died with high hopes I would directly rise
fast upwards to heaven. But to my surprise
someone kept me waiting, don't know for how long.
Commandments all ten dutifully obeyed,
three times per day all my long life always prayed,
so I had considered myself good and wise.
A bright angel told me: "My child, you are wrong.
Self-righteousness we call the trap you stepped in."
He showed me my life, the scales fell from my eyes.
Being big-headed was clearly my sin.
First I disclaimed but then bitterly cried,
profusely apologised, let go my pride.
Late comprehension in front heaven's door,
rueful confession: "I should have loved more!"
He nod in agreement and after a while
he opened the door beckoning with a smile.
Grasping in darkness,
There's nothing. Nothing... Nothing.
I'll drift through this void.
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