Solitude in search of peace
Omnipresent with the.universal being
Obedient to my chain of command
Kindhearted and willing to share
Dedicated to my family and duty
Enthusiastic about the future
Optimistic over the choices I make
Magnetically inclined to the truth
Artististically believing in myself
Neutral towards everyone I make contact
Ambitious to present my talent
Nonsensical leader to follow what is right
Skeptical about my friends
Intuitive patterns of thoughts
Naturalistic to the call of creation
Generous towards the weak and unfortunate
Honest and hardworking to achieve
this One is for The Mighty Mighty,
A great lovely and most loving Pet Cat.
I called her Mighty when I found her;
A very scraggly little kitten left stranded and motherless
A Lonely Beauty At The Back of Esmie's shop.
I told Esmie Let us look after her.
We were here parents and guardians.
She grew Big and powerful and mighty brought forth 3 beautiful kittens.
One go sick and died, and one was given away to a mutual friend of ours.
Today, June 25th 2026 I got sad news.
She was rolled over by a vehicle and died.
Rest in peace and in pieces dearest Mighty.
See you in the other side.
We'll Meet again Someday, Sometime.
This one is for those of us who have lost a dear loved one or loving pet.
Do not despair, that pet is like a guardian angel watching over us,
Protecting us, from evil, from evil spirits;
With a vigilance and ferocity that is unmatched.
Just A short Ditty or Missive to honour the Good fathers Like mine
Who loved and cared for their children with loving kindness and care.
Who not only provided meals but the food of Good morals and lovely examples;
Who practiced plenty of patience and understanding.
Those were God sent Fathers.
By Nguyen Giac Phan Tan Hai
Obeying your words, my steps
cross the shore to guide all beings.
Mist softens this fleeting world—
the road is far, yet the heart stays near.
Looking into the mirror, I suddenly see
my hair has turned white as dew.
Each day I breathe in quietness,
chilled by the winds of impermanence.
Opening the sutra, reading word by word,
I feel the Truc Lam forest tremble.
Breathing in, the Thien Mu bell
resonates through my whole body.
A single flower is lifted—
someone holds it, yet no one holds;
someone sees it, yet no one sees;
there is only the flower appearing.
By Phan Tan Hai
He took form as a small mountain stream,
crossing cliffs and waterfalls to reach the river.
His alms bowl carried a lifetime’s journey—
one day he drifted far across oceans.
He sent poems with the birds’ singing,
the horizon echoing memories of old schools.
He rang the bell to awaken the nation’s spirit,
calling them home to hear the Dharma beneath the temple roof.
By Phan Tan Hai
Following his mother through years of fleeing war,
the Four Great Debts weighed heavy on his shoulders.
A childhood spent in the temple learning the Dharma,
awake through long nights listening to birth and death.
Poems slipped between the chanting of sutras—
life appeared both present and absent.
Tears overflowed the three realms,
as the long night retold stories of the homeland.
Dedicated to the task at hand
Why make life complex
Don’t think twice; just do things right
Awaken refreshed after sleeping at night
I'm dedicated and I'm loyal.
I've always done my work with love.
I look back without regret.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
Before joining a steam of blizzards they escaped from,
Returning home, northwards, gelid and depressing,
For a funeral of dogs,
The ceremony of age,
Attended largely by silent yaps of strayed thunder.
A thousand or a million
It's all the same to me
I'll write for you forever
My thoughts in words set free
I know I cannot tell you
Can't say them to your face
But maybe you'll still read them
They'll be in the same place
And maybe you'll look forward
To waking in the morn,
To see a bouquet waiting,
Another poem born
And maybe if you're lonely
You'll read them once again
For you I wrote them only
My love expressed through pen
Ladies worth are in the kitchen,
But this generation, Gen Z sold them out to men.
What's the logic?
Human can't live without food,
Yet ladies worth are now in men custody,
Because men in charge of the kitchen
You may ask, why am I so proud?
It's because that's what I worked hard for.
I'm proud of my craft, my worth, my art.
What I do is none of your business,
I'm just reaping what I've sown.
Seeing me write poems, create content,
Do spoken words, it's all my cooking, I don't beg you to eat.
Don't question my pride, it's earned.
I'm a product of my dedication.
Lord in Your unfailing love
Your glory I do proclaim
You are seated on the throne most high
Dedicated by Your right hand
The hopes and dreams of al Your people
You give them the right to take a stand
They travelled long in the desert
In search of the path of life
To live in Your presence forever
All the days of their lives
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.
Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the Virgin Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.
Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.
Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Between the silence of a sterile room and a child of grace
the sure footed arrival of a God without a face
The hourglass of time stills the stage with un-remission
as she waits by Snow Don Hills without contrition
A floodlight of compassion eases in she's not in pain
her soul is a lit lantern that's never smelt the rain
Wearing a tallit with knotted fringes on each corner
He's opens every angle like an Angel without borders
Dressed in a dignity gown and propped against a pillow
she dances with the bunnies beneath a weeping willow
God takes her little hand in His, its simple so precise
just like sunrise in the morning, straight from paradise.
Running back
Do running back do?
Ha! I Caught ball
Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait
To catch me yet
Ball caught, clutch against my chest
I run the ball a brisk running back receive,
Handoffs from run the ball.
Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can
I runnin to ya… running back
2/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Dedicated verse to Calvin D. Jones
former Nebraska Football player
Super Bowl Champion for Green Bay Packers
Omaha Beef Football player
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