Thou hast been conferred with the crown of princess -
The crown of Degree in Biotechnology by HIS Grace,
The Lord hath been with thee all through the years of thy learning,
Thou hast been blessed with spiritual parents by HIS Mercy,
He hath guided thee with HIS Wisdom and Knowledge,
Each step thou hadst made hath been touched by HIS Hand,
The Knowledge thou hast Imbibed hath been HIS Breath,
The seconds thou hadst spent have been set by HIS Words,
The thesis thou hast prepared hath been guided by HIS Utterance,
The projects thou hast done have been structured by HIS Plan,
The professors who have taught thee have been designed by HIM.
So, keep thyself totally surrendered into HIM Who is always good unto all.
HE hath crowned thee with stars of HIS Grace and Mercy,
Yet, more than this, HE is thy Eternal Guide and Comforter,
And HE seeks thy soul and heart for HIM alone above material blessings,
And so, be in HIM and walk spiritually for HIM alone,
And HE shall sustain thee in this life and in the life to come.
They always wondered what degree she might get
If she had told her mother, Mom would have had a fit
She wanted her to be a lady, prissy and clean
She got her degree in Power Machines
She loved using a drill, a hammer and a saw
A tool belt was the gift for Mary Me Magraw
Her name was crazy, because she did not like men
Nothing about this woman was in the least bit fem
The boxes are unpacked, and I put
My graduation hat on my hair.
"You're an adult now," my toxic love still
Says, "stop acting like people care."
'Am I now the Pigeon, D? Do I
Refuse to stay?
Will I drive my dearest love apart
With who I am today?'
'You see, D, there are no feathers now
That flaunt and lend me wings.
That Child came too close and so
You're pecking at their things.'
"Yes you are an adult now," And the
Voice won't go away
So I scrub and clean and write in black
On paper, boxes, hardened clay.
When my boyfriend comes to bed tonight
He lays down and straight to sleep
But you, D, with your toxic love
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Thump
Thump
Thump
You are causing my heart rate, D.
You're inserting your red ink into me
Like an unrelenting pump.
Turkey had a college degree
in dressing tables very prettily
He had a large diploma on the wall
of the barn, displayed there in early fall
We want you to dress our table, said a wife
He was thrilled, dreaming of this kind of life
his relatives tried to tell him it might not be great
but by the time they got through to him, he had been “ate”.
Thou art God's Gift: thou wert born by HIS Grace,
He hath been with thee while growing in life,
Though thou walked thro' thorns and spikes, He hath been with thee.
Thou wert a tiny-tot when entered a play school,
Thou uttered alphabet and numbers, and were taught rhymes,
Thou hadst slept in thy tiny snug couch,
Thy eyelids winked that pronounced infantile babblings.
Thou entered class One and learnt child-like language,
God in Christ JESUS showed a ladder unto thee to soar high,
Each step thou climbed up hath been fruitful,
Thou learnt God’s Grace while soaring high.
Having reached the milestone of school learning, thou prayed unto HIM with Thanksgiving.
Thou stepped onto the milestone of college learning for Biotechnology,
Thy travel for four years taught thee what life is,
Thy efforts begot fruit to soar high above,
And He hath lifted thee high above the pedestal of life,
And yet thou hast to grow in His Plan and glorify Him.
Now thou art crowned with B.Tech.graduate degree,
And it's His design in thy life on earth and cross more milestones.
Thou will step up the ladder with His Guidance only to glorify Him.
And it's every good soul's prayer unto HIM.
She's God's Gift: she was born by HIS Grace,
He hath been with her while growing in life,
Though she walked thro' thorns and spikes, He hath been with her.
She was a tiny-tot when entered a play school,
She uttered alphabet and numbers, and was taught rhymes,
She had slept in her tiny snug couch,
Her eyelids winked that pronounced infantile babblings.
She entered class One and learnt child-like language,
God in Christ JESUS showed a ladder unto her to soar high,
Each step she climbed up hath been fruitful,
She learnt God’s Grace while soaring high.
Having reached the milestone of school learning, she prayed unto HIM with Thanksgiving.
She stepped onto the milestone of college learning for Biotechnology,
Her travel for four years taught her what life is,
Her efforts begot fruit to soar high above,
And He hath lifted her high above the pedestal of life,
And yet she hath to grow in His Plan and glorify Him.
Now she hath been crowned with B.Tech.graduate degree,
And it's His design in her life on earth and cross more milestones.
She'll step up the ladder with His Guidance only to glorify Him.
And it's every good soul's prayer unto HIM.
To truly love ourselves,
The world around us,
And the people in it,
A degree of selfishness,
Becomes us.
For without it,
We cannot reach Our full potential,
And avoid thinking,
The road to happiness,
Is to be pleasing to others at all times,
As this may smother their potential,
To be someone we can admire,
Respect and have unconditional love for.
Without this degree of selfishness,
We will never take the time needed,
To understand the gift we can be,
For the world around us,
And the people in it,
Or feel the admiration of others,
The respect of others,
And their unconditional love for us.
.
Cactus needs no fence, No need reins to donkey, Rich needs no degree.
There aren't enough hours in the day
to do all I need to do
and for me
to be there with you
not enough days in the week
to go where I want to be
or for you
to be here with me
and tho' someone said, 'Crime don't pay,'
in a moment you stole my heart away
you're guilty don't want to lose you
an accessory I can't refuse you
a crime of passion I have to accuse you
of loving me in the first degree
(and the feeling's mutual in reciprocity)
as time steals up and goes past so fast
stolen moments are all we have
making each and every precious one last
It was nine degrees outside in April
In the chill of a dreary April day,
I find myself wandering through the dimness,
My eyes were straining in the absence of light.
As I approach the door, a sense of familiarity washes over me, pulling me back to a time of comfort and solace.
The thought of retreating to the inviting embrace of my warm bed beckons me like a gentle siren, contrasting sharply with the biting cold that surrounds me.
In this moment, I realize that in this vast expanse of uncertainty, there is only one clear path to follow—one that leads back to the refuge of my blankets and dreams.
I can feel it crawling underneath, underneath my skin today.
Why should I even care now? its murder in the first degree.
You, you're not the person i thought you claimed to be.
why should i even care now? Its murder in the first degree.
Now i can hear it calling for me. From the land of makebelive.
why do i even care now? Its murder in thed first degree.
Time it stops the hurtting thats what they said to me.
why should i even care now? its murder in the first degree.
I've had others,
Men, Women and more,
But they don't compare,
They're not like you,
Not at all
Piercing eyes sway my perception,
Long luscious hair flourishes in wind,
Bold voice, so proud, so captivating,
They're not like you,
Not at all
Safe and comfortable,
Secured to the bond,
That we now share,
They're not like you,
Not at all
Don't want an attorney I have no defense
for I am ready before any jury to publicly confess
Before you judge me and condemn me cold
I plea for your mercy from all my soul
I cannot live a lonely life untrue
my sweet darling I only love you.
I plea guilty for loving you in the first degree
you can chain my heart and throw away the key
sentence me to a life of loving you
I'll serve my time through and through.
If you judge me and see my chain
I'll lift it up high and gladly proclaim
Yes I am guilty and happy as can be
I'll do the time please never set me free
I cannot live a lonely life untrue
my sweet darling I only love you
I'll serve my time through and through
sentence me to a life of loving you
You can chain my heart and throw away the key
I plea guilty for loving you in the first degree.
I'm not the greatest poet
Although I do have a couple of degrees.
One's for my sense of humour
The others for my honesty.
These days, the most sought out advanced degree
In Extreme Higher Education is in Plagiarism.
A student can also minor in Overt Racism,
Sexism, Misogyny, Stupidity, and Bigotry.
Help wanted signs will be posted in January,
On every freaking corners in Washington D.C.;
Muslims, Mexicans, Syrians and minorities'
Applications will not be accepted. Senior citizens
Can apply unless they voted in the last two elections.
The reason for the change in rules and policies
Is to NOT 'Make America Great Again'.
Only Europeans and Aryans can apply for political asylum.
The Statue of Liberty will be returned to Marine Le Pen.
More pamphlets will be distributed at the next symposium.
Copyright © November 12,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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