Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
“There is no one to understand and nothing, indeed, to be understood. I have no cause and no effect. How shall I say that I am conceivable or inconceivable? I am free from disease—my form has been extinguished.”
First we believe that we are this
feeble form, this body-mind,
then dwelling in heart we sense bliss,
a pulsation divine aligned.
With bliss in permanence ingrained,
the mind is instrumentalised,
whence beyond space-time, Self unstained,
as our essence is realised.
Ego squashed, Self alone remains,
as both the dreamer and the dreamed,
so once we are freed from thought chains,
suffused with bliss, we are redeemed.
Fals self gone, karmic bondage ends,
as we yet witness flow of life,
heartbeats God’s love and light defends,
our quintessence always bliss rife.
Curiosity brings me here.
To the lonely halls of the museums inner workings at night
The only sounds; the scuffle of a mouse and the gentle, rhythmic ticking of the clocks
The heady scent of freshly polished floors illuminate the way to a small, cluttered room. I silently watch as he stoically works, surrounded by clocks and timepieces galore, as the pendulums melodically swing the hands of time steadily towards the chiming hours
Clocks of all shapes and sizes cover every conceivable space and are overwhelming in their similarities and differences. In amongst the chaos of the room, the curators slow movements are concise and methodic as he gently oils the gears of the clocks. Tenderly polishing faces, as a loving mother would wash their own children's.
His body is lean and stooped, his eyes quizzical and searching. Remedying any imperfections that reach his eye with the grace and speed of a gazelle, alert to his surroundings. The curator is comfortable in this space, he needs neither company nor conversation. He has the clocks which count his steps towards the end.
I softly walk away from this mesmerising sight.
Some People Believe
They Deserve Better
Than They Receive.
Justice Isn’t Always
Conceivable.
Envy Rarely Rewards
A Pleasant Surprise.
But What?
Another Concept?
-Gray Squirrel
10-06-2025
It has been said that
“Wicked is as wicked does;”
And somewhere, I heard/read
“Death can be an award or a punishment;
The Creator both gives and takes away
All life that is lived and passed on:-
Is it not conceivable that it’s possible
To destroy wickedness, rather than
The source from which it is conceived?
In no way can we eliminate death itself,
But we can destroy murdering causes—
It’s a matter of choice: God or Satan?
Yes, choices—all—have consequences;
And may result in rewards or punishments—
Whichever it is to be, requires consciousness:-
In deciding how to deal with wickedness and its source,
Choose to seek ever-present, divine wisdom and guidance;
Ever ensuring blessed rewards rather than abject punishment:-
May we soon be awarded the ways and means
Of ridding ourselves of the Oppressor Syndrome:
“Murdering ourselves for the sake of our oppressors:-”
Likewise, may we be rewarded with redirecting our kids,
Guiding them towards controlling AI, rather than the opposite;
Future leaders, aware that it takes liberated NI…to liberate bodies:-
So many times I thought of you,
Only to feel like such a fool –
Who was I to be thinking of you,
When I had nothing to offer,
No dream that was promising,
No hope that was viable,
No love that was conceivable.
So many times I thought of you,
Your kindness, your smile
The way we talked for a while.
But, even then, I surely knew
I couldn’t hope to understand
All the reasons, all the plans
How many things were holding me back
From taking your hand – I won’t pretend,
It was a hard place for me to comprehend.
So many times I thought of you
But it would be years
Before the feelings were secure,
Before the music wasn’t blue,
Before the story was more than true,
The story was almost new –
The story of me and you!
A genie from a bottle has granted me one wish, what would it be?
So many choices to reflect on, maybe live for all eternity
Somewhere along the way I am sure I would be the only one left
The thought of this reality is a little too much to digest
Maybe a few million dollars, boy would that make for an exciting life
They say money does not buy you happiness so maybe it would just cause me endless strife
Perhaps to have perfect health every single day
No that would be a wasted wish when exercise and diet would do that anyway
World peace would be a great choice I am sure everyone would agree
That would work well until invaders from another planet issued their war decree
I have come to the only conceivable choice I can make
Find that genie stick him back in the bottle and wish I could get rid of this headache
Both unfortunately and painfully
A tragedy has broken my family
And everything changed from that moment on
What has been done
Now can never be undone
Chance has occurred in every single conceivable way shape or form
Like seemingly how now
A hero has ever so suddenly
Appeared out of nowhere
Who has been and was here all along
A man for all seasons needed in a crisis
Riding in in his trusty white stallion
Providing all kinds of useless help and advice
Who added themselves to the family
Whatsapp group chat and Facebook account
And every second message that appears
Is under his name is Capital Bold Letters
A true hero for hire for no other reason
Than to take credit for saving the day
In their own imitable way
To show just how much he alone cares
Willing to criticize anyone who he deems
Not worthy in his own eyes and opinion
And unfortunately you just have to wait
And put up with their bull
Until the crisis for him has no more
Value from which they can gain
And believe you me
You probably won't ever have to put up
With them let alone see them again
ECCENTRICITY
tireless
assiduous
an ostentatious
display
modelled
&designed
unveiled
in a
motif
to bring
a smile
& appear
a unique idea
a an affiliation
a
a fracture
so
beguiling
momentarily
transported
themes of
the elementary
yet classic
style
traditional
conventional
drawing
inspiration
& ideas
coming
a realisation
distinctive
& vivid
colourful
philosophy
& imagery
of phenomena
in
concept in
&
conceivable
profile
beyond
the world
of the cognoscenti
Fair warning to you
My fellow brethren
As justified as your cause
May well indeed be
If you wish to take
The powers that be on
And state your case
Not only do they have and come
As standard uniform and issue
With a gun and bullets in tow
They also have
Something far more powerful as well
And that comes in the form of a Badge
And if you somehow manage to
Avoid that as well
You will have your day in court
That what which you set out to achieve
They will also then name
The time and place
Court and judge of their own choosing
And after that a jail and cell
To keep you quiet and teach you a lesson
And your likes suppressed as well
Because no one takes on the man and ever wins
No matter and despite how justified your cause
Because the deck is stacked firmly in their favor
And they hold all the cards
And they will simply dismiss you
And treat you as a
Joker
Trying to compete with the
Bad and Ugly
When you are quite clearly outgunned
In every conceivable possible way
Is tantamount to you
Bringing a toothpick
To a gunfight
Iridescently glowing.
She's breathtaking beauty.
A tiny miracle of a baby.
Born a tad late; a blessing!
Enriching in an instant
Lives she touches; a light!
Lovely and special girl in
Every conceivable way!
Note: "Isabelle" is the name of my new baby girl.
Date written: 06/15/2023
Unlike dogs
we fall apart inn chunks of darkness.
Unlike the birds
our songs are manufactured and processed.
Like lions our hearts are always hungry.
It's the black moments that add up and multiply,
light is our shade when moments go blind.
Unlike the crawling insects
our eyes reflect and do not really see.
We are the sly doves,
and yet
for all our lost powers,
our misconceptions and inanities
we are far above all the conceivable heavens
lower than all imaginary hells.
We are mankind - the 'kind' is significant
for nothing in the whole universe
comes close to that God
we keep silent and hidden.
You need a Recording Diary
For grabbed answers to enquiry,
Diary for retrieving the truth
Hands in pocket for chatting with Ruth …
Heed not the size of your Diary,
It can long notes pack on Apiary:
Hives of bees now the idea of Ruth
Testing out some Managerial Truth
With a Diary business opens
Two hands in pocket nothing happens.
Always Diary for the asked question,
You can’t in mind keep all suggestions
Opinions won’t be favorable
Your bursting rebuff conceivable.
What are we, if not seafarers?
Writing words and aspirations to escape,
Kraken's grasp of deep dark seas.
Of turbulent brains during the storm.
A wave of skepticism, as if love was magic.
Isn't conceivable that this never occurs.
Written: November 29, 2022
Our wants and needs
are a conceivable state of mind
where peace and tranquility saturate
like water, flowing to the shore
whether or not this desire is reached
spans the length of time
as a cherished goal
tethered to our soul
this dream that lies within
is unattainable...until
our dislikes are burned away
like so much rot
tossed into the flames of purification
and blown away
with the winds of our frailties
that flicker like fireflies
in the dark space of our heart
could that this flicker
become a bright sun
washing its beams across us
lighting our darkness
turning desire into reality
and heal our eternal illusion
dressed as a wandering wish
9/26/22
contest Desire and Aversion
sponsor Unseeking Seeker
may we wish that this flicker
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