God blesses me each day is a thrill
Overjoyed to learn sharpen skills
Onyx sky that once had a chill
Did change my life through Goodwill
Was at wits end as my pc died
I’m disadvantaged financially tied
Learned that help is a call away
Loving my Goodwill resources today
Yuletide qualms?
Offer gifts, food and alms
It’s Christmas, observe St. Stephen’s plaint...
Be a blessing, serve the needy without restraint,
be Good King Wenceslas, who is the poor man’s saint.
Many suffer, employment at bay
their year-end bonus pay
Boxing Day
It's quite a vague choice for beauty
As no two are the same.
Over time society has dictated
The "norms" of life's game.
Sadly the result is insult
Of "abnormal" types of personality,
A tick or how some dress
Or even clear disability...
But the beauty of those different
Is how, without a word,
They improve the outlook of society
And ensure others like them are heard.
Just tell the disadvantaged
That something, by them, can't be done
And watch how their determination
Transcends the doubts of everyone!
The different can leave a defining mark
Penned in to human history.
They can broaden horizons, soften hearts
Unravel complex mystery.
It's strange how difference is attractive
Yet still rejected or looked down upon.
If the so called "normal" stop embracing the different
Then humanity will have gone.
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
Inclement
Of course, skies are not always clear
our Inclement Mother – we give a pass
for the flowers and crops seem to outweigh
the floods and drownings – besides, we choose
where we reside and pray – even God disadvantaged
often by our resident churches. Sadly, Love Offerings
are not so different, from other commodities: 10% or
be damned! Silver or gold is OK, even man’s processed
paper stand-in just as good...got to admit, a hell of
a price to pay, if faith and community are in the same
pocket. I have no measure outside my heart...which I
try to keep open.
The penchant of a national leader.
can show malignancy in things he says;
things for which his mind needs a proof-reader.
Some tempers malign as rivals start to quiz
Views have drawn the cancer, cacoethes.
A writer’s mania – cacoethes scribendi -
appears when terrorists write a manifesto.
Do over-engaged minds stage what’s trendy?
obsessive was the groove of the fluent Victor Hugo
and fictional, compulsive liar – Pinocchio.
Take Hugo’s masterpiece, Les Miserables.
With surplus words, intense cravings we find
yield lawless acts, theft, prostitution which rob
disadvantaged folk of their conventional mind.
Poverty's victims are prone to spell-bind.
I envision triumph, a future aglow
A difference maker in academia's hallowed halls I'll grow
My primary years, a labyrinth of sound
English spoken, a nightmare that wrapped me around
My father's decree, a mandate to conform
English only, a language to adorn
But I was disadvantaged, a sibling apart
Their English-speaking school, a world that left me to depart
Then came Victory Academy, Isua Akoko's shining light
Where literacy and spoken English ignited my sight
I rose through the ranks, Language Prefect, a title I bore
Under Hon. Alabi and Mr. Oladokun's guidance, I explored
Today, I stand tall, a specialist in Education's noble quest
Literature in English and the language itself, I've mastered and possessed
My journey, a testament to perseverance and might
A triumphant tale of overcoming, shining with delight.
Never Give Up
Miracle Man
11/20/2024
Each person is given
an allotted time from birth,
We use this time, dubbed life,
trying to prove our worth.
Many will become famous
accomplishing great things,
While the disadvantaged
dreams of living like kings.
Many face daily laboring
in the days scorching heat,
Grubbing out an existence
without shoes on their feet.
While the affluent thinks daily
of a menu’s choice of meat,
The impoverished is questioning
whether or not they will eat.
Each person does the things
of which they’ve been made able,
While one dines like a king
the other, crumbs from his table.
But each is held responsible
for the things in their cup,
Many can no longer persevere
and just simply give up.
Those who need us
“Who knocks so quite on, the cloister’s, door
A poor waif from a land afar.”
The rest of the song is the miasma of years.
Many people in this world are born under
An unlucky star and seek a place of peace
Somewhere in Europa.
Europe is not too kind some strangers are
Needed to do low-paid work cleaning toilets
And vomit caused by those of plenty.
We call them criminals when they are
Just like you and me, but disadvantaged
Of being born at places of strife.
We have, no duty, but humanity
To lend a helping hand because they
Didn’t come to rob us but to work and live
There was a time when Europa was poor
Many went to bed starving; this can
Happen again is all in the luck of the stars
Freedom was preached,
Millions of South Africans waited,
Waiting for many years.
The regime was very
Hash to some folks,
And privileged the minority.
Disadvantaged people
Cried yearly,
No one cared for them,
Discrimination and racism
Were the major problem
In the entire South Africa.
More black people were
Tortured,
Shot,
Chopped,
Arrested,
Hung innocently.
Some freedom fighters
Were put behind bars
Due to fighting
For their rights.
The way was long
To reach freedom.
Bright sun, moon and
Stars appeared,
The day and night
Were so bright.
Time for forgiveness
Which was called
" National Reparation."
Some wounds could be healed,
And damage fixed.
Some prisoners were released,
Peace and love reigned,
Rainbow nation
Was born,
And
Apartheid died.
Millions of people sung," freedom"
Because they were now free to do things
They could not do from
Many years.
April 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Your intentions are meant for goodwill
Your heart is as white as snow
Seeking to identify and bail out
For selflessness is your part
And opportunism is your sworn enemy
Like rain droplets
You come in plenty
Secrecy is not your portion
Laying bare your desires is your game
Change is your other name
Since, impacting and changing lives is your goal
A purposeful road you careful lay
Indestructible by any weight
But tramples on any form of obstruction
Seeking to limit your potential
Sieving your targets from the masses
Like chaff being separated from the grain by the wind
Out of the sea of humanity
You avail those befitting your support
A ray of hope to the disadvantaged
You restore their will for survival
Reviving in them the spirit to fight on
Throwing in the towel is discouraged
Are you heavenly sent?
You give everything freely
Demanding nothing in return
You are our love
For you have created a space for yourself in our heart
Igniting a flame deep within our souls
Since we can hear shouts of your name
A beauty we wish to have known early
Forever, your memories will be kept alive
For your deeds are outstanding!
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © October 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Gangs in our society is a true fact
Intimidating and killing innocent people
Gang members are a menace to society
They breed and attract the criminal element
Gangs in our society are young and old
They sell drugs and commit carjackings
Asked for assistance from the politicians
Our voices not heard, fell on deaf ears
Gangs in our society begins in the home
Disadvantaged, coming from broken homes
Let us not condone and make excuses
Parents need to be more responsible
Gangs in our society, is society's problem
Adults must educate our young people
Family values, church and school is key
This my friends, are gangs in our society
Mother nature’s trees shudder in the breeze,
Clothed in ashened sky,bearing angry eye.
The winds conversation with birds to flock,
Branches of two trees interlock.
Angry eye is sporting black,
The fight for supremacy notoriously back.
Rabbits and squirrels retreat with their fear,
As an audience of trees lean as they peer.
Returning bird to referee,
The elderly tree resumes paying his fee.
His younger capture boasting minus concern,
As he thrashes with heavy twist and turn.
Wind is bullying close behind,
The elderly tree disadvantaged,he finds.
He creaks and groans,bleeding his sap,
Gentleman of the forest lye dead in rivers lap.
Succeeding opponent standing proud,
As a silent applause was never so loud.
Wisdom now is all that remains,
As the woodcutter starts to sharpen his blades.
Tightened by rope in the woodcutters truck,
It’s not the end,he’s back in luck!
Now he’s sitting front of house,
In a swanky restaurant in London Town.
All admire as they prop,
If only they knew the story from the top.
As they sip their drinks with chatter,
A distant sound of trees will clatter.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Disadvantaged is what ignorance truly is.
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