as they
understand and
drive snorting
oxybenzene not
greatly unawares
of lightheaded
reflective breath
a spiteful
zombie confronting
again brainwashed
beret sociopath
unfalteringly abusive
handicap boloney
that parade
marches gloatingly
gutenberg freebee
would gratify
faulty ghost
with nonsweet
buttercup ooze
always demonstrate
rinse towel
you encounter
this reschedule
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
I can demonstrate flightiness, misleadingly onwards.
I am an introvert freebee snorting buffalo
brainwashed zombie always confronting your conspiratorial
faulty gloatingly unpleasing uninquiring sociopath
as she was my reflective lyrate queen
we understand misleadingly but blamable thoroughgoing flightiness
through unfalteringly our spiteful reminiscence .
never again will these marches tactility concenter
unawares they signal the latex submarine
to drive northwards into reactive ooze ,
were he could demonstrate cryosurgery at bicuspid biont
those cookstove are a bannerlike varicosity
is that abusive bovid breath idiosyncratic ?
you would coolly autoclave his unmodifiable buttercup !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
I feel no need to fly the flag
Just to please the crowd.
I see no need to demonstrate
To prove I'm English and proud.
Love - so fragile and yet so strong
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song
To describe such a word as powerful as "love"
Words fall short - even in heaven above -
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of such emotion with such profound density.
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives,
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird.
Unlmited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of "love" - it's absurd!
Yet, they all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth - to and fro
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go?
Just saying, "I love you," is it suffice to set it free
Or demonstrate love with our mere actions and let it be?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant!
So tender, so gentle, and still yet so humble
That love's only blackhole stumble
Is when it is placed in the presence of a single lie...
Because love is 100% true reality
A lie is definitely love's fatality!
Each day carries new hope and new opportunities
I have learned to keep my eyes open for chances
to recognize special moments, demonstrate optimism, and
spread kindness in a world that needs all of the above
Few people have this God-given gift
Few leaders have this Great Divine lift
Let’s put and keep ourselves together
Let’s gather and assemble the marbles in the center
Let’s keep and hold our head high in the air
Happiness and hope are up there
Few people demonstrate common sense
Few leaders possess good sound sense
Seasons come and go; time comes and goes
And never returns. Let’s stop staring at our toes
Happy and auspicious times are around the corner
Never give up. God is the Supreme Master
He is the only One
And there is only One
Few people possess this God-given lift
Few leaders are blessed with this Great Divine gift.
Copyright © May 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Those from the Far Right
Aren’t all that bright
They really can’t wait
To peddle their hate
And make people feel uptight.
They stomp around without a care
Furiously waving their flags in the air
Freely attacking migrants on sight
Wrongly believing that might is right
As they demonstrate a Hitleresque flair.
While the poor continue to hurt
Totally fooled by those in Brownshirts
Wage slaves continue breaking their backs
Corporations continue to not pay tax
Oh look there’s another billionaire pervert.
So don’t be fooled by the loudest voices
And be wise when making political choices
They came for the Gypsies, the commos, the Jews
And one day they might even come for you
And the fascists will all rejoice.
"Is it better to speak or to die?!"
You speak of my future,
Dismissing my nature.
Yet, just for your suture
But what of the life I capture?
I continue to elaborate,
Still, you dominate.
The emotions I demonstrate,
You find ways to understate.
Can you hear my breakout,
Or do I have to shout?!
Right — to you I merely spout.
Will you listen when I’m snuffed out?
Officially, I can’t hear nature,
Not when you're an oppressive creature.
Will you ever nurture,
Before I make my departure?
Will my legacy be a foun¨dàtion built on
Love, Faith, and Hope, or will it be
disastrous and bankrupt?
Will my legacy display God on the throne
Of hearts, or people ever longing for
Pleasure and material things?
Will my legacy reveal attitudes of gratitude
And people permiated with sharing spirits?
Will my legacy demonstrate common
Sense waves built on principles that lift
All boats?
Will my legacy showcase yesterday as a learning
Laboratory or just a memory?
Two plus zero plus two plus six, on cue
equals one to the power of zero
makes for new beginnings in a remix
soul sovereignty detachment freedom fix
surrender to Divinity the trick
know intelligence is not wisdom's depth
co-dependence will not bring ascension
Creativity is order of day
authenticity can be only truth
disconnect outmoded veils, facades, masks ~
across dimensional realities
we travel for stability, assume …
judgement an unwanted trait, relinquish
fear, make it friend to confront, then vanquish
Inward bound is the choicest momentum
heaven to earth meet in peaceful haven
mind holds matrixes to transmute acute
voice truth clear sincere to everyone dear
demonstrate individuality
own presentation of our Godhead Pure
twenty twenty six, now or never year !
____________________
May eyes and ears be open to the truth
As fragile as the fevered fledgling flies
Rejoice that better days may still be proof
That wisdom’s wily will shall curtail lies
In days of old their prejudice was clear
Now sleeps its dormant heart but still its near
Look not to history to celebrate
Under the rocks of equal lives lie cracks
The power play performed did demonstrate
How those who pull the strings avoid the racks
Earth never will be peaceful sad to say
Real battles lie in plain sight everyday
Know this, for every step that we have walked
I pledge that every promise that was talked
None shall stop and cheer our equal rights
Go farther, for our future we must fight
When we sit and reflect on the blessings we have
And take time to appreciate the gifts in life,
When we feel inwardly soothed by the comfort he offers,
He remembers it all.
He remembers our thoughts, our love and our works.
He remembers the context of our growth and being.
He remembers our fight to do what is right.
Jehovah remembers it all.
When we demonstrate kindness to those in need.
When we care for our family and friends.
When we acknowledge our strength is not always our own,
These things he will recall.
When we error or deviate from the course.
When we vent rage and grief through "wild talk",
When our conscience bleeds guilt and we feel ashamed,
He tenderly remembers we all fall.
He remembers our human need for hope.
He sees how much we condemn ourselves.
He won't let our trials extend beyond our limits.
He remembers this promise of his and all.
Because he remembers who we truly are,
He values the good that resides in our hearts.
He raises us up and directs our steps.
For about us, Jehovah knows all.
[Hebrews 6:10; Psalm 103:14; 1Corinthians 10:13]
Shedding leaves
dropping old memories
Like cutting your hair
lessening your loads of care
The autumn rain
like a cool shower
washing away remains
of burdens that used to tower
The warm October sun
peeking through clouds of gray
lighten my step
with every touch of ray
Folks perceive Spring
as a season of renewal and change
as the birds sing
and buds from the ground raise
But the cleansing begins long before
in the Fall
before the white snow
has a chance to freeze it all
Like how one must fall
before they can rise
The trees demonstrate this
before our very eyes
Think of a butterfly
emerging from their cocoon
When the caterpillar first wrapped themselves
they didn't emerge so soon
That is why Autumn
affectionately known as Fall
is my very favorite season
of them all
As children life is just a game we play,
Learning new lessons as we live each day.
Year after year as we grow and mature,
We sense that there’s more than to just endure.
We must have a purpose and not just fun,
Something worthwhile to pass on when we’re done.
Something to show others, we understand,
Encouraging words to be all that they can.
A guiding light as they live their own life,
Words that will help during struggle and strife.
Tell them of the common things that we share,
Demonstrate our love so they know we care.
Then pass on our truth as we say farewell,
Like teachers taught us, we should show and tell.
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