Sometimes, when we hurl
angry words—
ancient stones thrown by indifference,
lodging in the ears of our children.
Witnessing horror twist itself into child’s play.
A stone’s throw—killed our empathy.
Anger knows its enemy:
sitting next to,
sitting opposite of,
never with.
It sits a stone’s throw away.
Rising from the ashes of fear—
Vapours of flesh smoulder
as blooded lava flows.
Cools—
our scarred magma to a crusted creed.
The stitched social fabric
binds us—
its loud colour blinds us.
Worn by both—
the right
and left sleeve.
United buttons,
reconcile for peace.
Unironed—full of wrinkles.
We tear further apart
the closer we come,
repelling—mirroring
the same magnetic face.
We read our compass,
in a bipolar place;
wondering how,
we’ve lost our way.
Believing everything
we’ve been taught,
until we die—
Realizing—
too late,
it’s all been a lie.
You wear your flag like a second skin,
the colors bright, the threads worn thin;
And speak of victories long ago,
In voices proud, yet soft and low.
The tales are told, again, again
the triumphs carved in dust and pen;
The papers shout what you should hear,
While silencing what’s less sincere.
You count your coins, you guard your name,
you say it’s just a noble game;
But shadows stir beneath your cheer,
A trembling hand you won’t let near.
And so we stand on separate ground,
no shared horizon to be found;
Yet in the gap, I almost see
A kind of peace for you and me.
Rosie Registered Retinas
Evidence Erased Easily
Dogma Driven Division
God Proper
is pure Light and
Love –
as long as
man declares division,
governs by lesser-ego,
setting God apart
from himself – then,
God divided
manifests presence
as opposing elements
of positive and negative
charges –
(however, magnetic attraction
will always be present
regardless – a universal constant)
then, best attempt at harmony~
would be, balance by way
of managed distance --
whether man is aware
or not,
creation is always one
with its creator, all substance
varying degrees of divine consciousness – Universal
mind)
man using divisive nature, at the same
time thinking himself separate~ appendages
of imagined individuality while on an indivisible
body of Universal Presence – actual division is
illusion of consciousness – it only exists
mentally --
when man accepts
Christ-consciousness --
closer he moves
toward sentient association
with his indwelling divinity --
Acquiescence to
Christ’s lead does not manifest as loss of
volition...but, to the contrary, such surrender
becomes gateway for heightened personification
of Kinship with The Father Godhead --
When the cold winds blow
And the hostile natives are restless
It’s time to wake up, smell the coffee
And cut your losses.
What is there to push back on, after all,
But the bitter taste
Of someone else’s resentment;
The mighty wind of their off-gassing.
The world is wild and cruel
Even within the treacherous smile of neighbors
When dog eats dog possesses their mind
You find yourself one of the dispossessed.
In this open, exposed and lonely place
Circle the wagons of your resolve
Recognize those you hold dear
And take solace in their love.
(4/13/25)
ode to Hoopoes
Must be a bird, to fathom a prodigy
Mundane eyes do not often look up, high up to find any silhouettes anymore.
They do not often chill out with the loneliest kite
Soaring high with the tilted sun, a day is touched in deep around the eve
After Nemo is served, you may strum along your new thriller, blessed by Steve.
Any chapter that travels with you, sits there for a while
keeps you warm underneath the blanket, to fix a slip, meanwhile.
The division
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
grey boughs stretching upward appeal to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one, go under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying not to be alone
in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered as a photo
a black frame, seeing you, seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.
each candle contains a Flame
life abounds within its Light
Fire when these Flames unite
and banishing the darkness
warm comfort flows from within
drives away the biting cold
the wind of division blows
extinguishes one candle
where once each formed The Fire
individuals, yet one
this missing Light makes all less
less Light, less warmth, comfortless
tears of grief fall on the wicks
Flames sputter and dim but stay
keeping at bay the darkness
forever missing your Light
Sometimes I think if we had paid better attention to basic math
it would be easier to follow our hearts….
and the Earth would be one whole…
instead of broken into parts.
I imagine in elementary school we could not contemplate
the importance of basic math in terms of love and hate.
Even now I have to wonder: as to what might be your reaction
when I tell you love and hate come down to simple addition and subtraction?
I draw your attention to those math lessons…the ones on basic facts…
Love as a plus…adds beauty to the world
Hate, as a minus…subtracts.
And if I may take a moment to extend this view, this perception…this vision
love and hate also relate…to multiplication…and division.
Hate divides us, it tears people apart…
it separates us by color, shape and size
Love brings us together…
it accumulates…it multiplies.
Perhaps some of us should go back to school and re-learn our basic facts
because until their connection to love and hate…we are all able to see
The Earth will remain only a fraction…
of the whole Earth she was created to be.
Our minds are a mirror's fragments now facing each other
Reflecting rays of thoughts and passions from each ever-turning face
Building a house named "Sympathy" built from those shaky beams
Inspired by a passage from David Hume's A Treatise of Human Nature, Book 2, Section 5. "In general we may remark, that the minds of men are mirrors to one another, not only because they reflect each others emotions, but also because those rays of passions, sentiments and opinions may be often reverberated, and may decay away by insensible degrees."
Trying to pass an elephant
Through a needle is crazy and irrational
That's a narrow path to nonsense
Trying to fake it or to faint
That you score when you drop the ball
Every time is highly deceptive
That's a spooky way to show unintelligence
A sore loser is pusillanimous and vindictive
An illustrious leader accepts defeat and concedes
After losing a long battle. Bad or foolish deeds
Merit no rewards or compensation
Great men show comprehension, compassion
Bravery and true leadership in a crisis
Doing the impossible thing is not a basis
To a successful outcome. Common sense
Prevails all the time. Ignorance and intolerance
Deserve no defense. A man with a magnanimous heart
And bravery is a hero who puts nobody apart
Because unity wins all the time. Division is a cancer
That destroys dreams, hope and a better future
A genius keeps everything relative, relevant and simple
And stays away from anything that's senseless and impossible.
Copyright © December 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
the chains that are bound
choking on each other's ignorance
fall short of the key
linked in division and plight
unable to stand as one
When can we not divide?
We live in fear, so we hide.
Our first gift is love at our birth.
What happened to this gift of extraordinary worth?
We are burden with life's illusionary woes.
Trepidation of pain, hides our love and it shows
Teachers of the heart will heal our wounded soul.
Tentatively, we open up our heart of love as it glows.
We act with this new Love in the spirit.
Others in pain gather around just to hear it.
Soon, more will come together to become a family.
Our father is delighted to see his children are finally free.
The division
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts, grey boughs
stretching upward appealing to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered.
Faces in a black frame, seeing you seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.
The Smith's marriage is no longer viable
Their political leanings are irreconcilable
She raves: Trump I dismiss!
He rants: Biden-kiss this!
Yet their love of country remains undeniable
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