Our precocious President pronounces,
in patent ad hominem attack,
that those deplorable disagreeables
are notably Neanderthal.
He might be technically correct;
nasty Neanderthals existentially exist
in DNA models of most modern hominid incarnations~
even in the Commander-in-Chief!
And [God] has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth...Acts 17:26 NKJV
Existentially you think
you know me
having eaten a slice
of my mind
delicious you think
the bubbling froth
of this poetry
peppered with sprinkles
of rising undertones
the sugar depth charged
unstirred, yet
touch the lip of my cup
you’d feel the burn
the tongue means to speak
unhoneyed
the kiss stings
the pain
swollen
and
sweet
Candide Diderot. '24
The two pillars of my poetry:
factual symbol and symbolic fact
without them,
I could not be able to write,
therefore
I would not exist
existentially.
I find myself seated within a chest of angel fare,
I see the cherubims fluttering around merrily,
I experience, each moment, an unknown tender care;
A cavern of calmness engulfs me voluntarily...!
I feel as light as the aromatic zephyr with cense,
I go through the feeling of love flame merging with stillness;
No fears, like a child in the mother's arms, with trust immense,
Not upset over birth or death or wellness or illness...!
No avarice nor anger nor anguish, whatsoever,
Conscience and consciousness in heavenly culmination;
Awareness of enlightenment becomes an endeavor,
Transcending all temporalities I gain salvation...!
Grave or crematorium does not matter anymore,
Existentially, I've already reached the other shore ...!!!
An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.
Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.
Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially erect,
found friars’ faith faint-hearted, fairly fraught.
Gregarious, ghost gracious greeting graunts;
hereupon, his holy harassers haunts.
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graunt - an archaic spelling of grant
alliteration using the letters of the rhyme pattern: abab cdcd efef gh - a sonnet's rhyme pattern would end in 'gg', but went with a 'gh' couplet, well, because...
silly, struggled with this one - reminds me a little of the Sons of Sceva mentioned in Chapter 19 of Acts...
Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a sophisticated shaft
To mechanize, modernize or upgrade the messages
A poem is, of course, a piece of writing in process
It’s a bubbling melting pot, where many things are amiss
For many logical or purposeful reasons and for excuses
Which are existentially beyond the scope of countless texts
Poets are generally perplexed and write under pretenses or pretexts.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Why am I here? Not existentially
but literally why am I here in the
crawlspace. "Why are any of us
here?" Woh! Who are you
people?
I saw her standing in the grass…an owl…tiny, proud…but mute
which I thought odd because in the early morning owls usually love to hoot.
I‘ve heard owls are intelligent…and are said to be wise too
so, while I had her full attention, I thought I’d see if that was true.
I wanted to show this wise little owl that I had an intellect too
so I asked her existentially…”Little owl, tell me…who are you?”
“Who am I?” The little owl smiled, “as she looked up to the stars…
“Why who I am, who anyone is…depends on who you are.”
With that she flapped her wings and flew away.
I admit to feeling foul…
left standing in the middle of the street
befuddled by an owl…
But in my defense I am just a human.
Wisdom in our species has long been overdue….
Which, once again, in my conversation with an owl
I discovered to be true.
We live day by day
On a wing and a prayer
Making it all up as we go along
You can make a plan
But as soon as you do
I can guarantee
Something will go wrong
Short term goals
Are good and work
Have a big picture
Of what you want to achieve
But then you need to live your life intuitively
Because everything in life
Is fluid and changing
Everything we try
Is always in a mix
All that we hope for should be amazing
No good dumbing down all of your dreams
Set the bar high
And set yourself targets
But if it doesn't work
Don't get disheartened
Stay on the front foot
And roll with the changes
Don't get to stressed
Nothing stays the same
And you cannot control this
Live your life intuitively
Remain in your mind free existentially
Don't label or box yourself
Or you will be restricted
Open up your eyes and mind
So you don't become constricted
Live your life intuitively
Roll with the changes
Life is fluidity
Don't go thinking
You've got it all planned out
Life doesn't work like that
Of this there is no doubt.
I just cannot lie
I reach for the sky,
I am like a falcon
Spreading my wings wide,
Soaring through the clouds
Weaving in and out of verdant trees,
Looking down at the ant like people beneath me
Scurrying about in endless futility,
While I soar high up in the sky
I fly on sirocco winds,
I am tracing the gulf stream route
I glide in solitary bliss,
High in the sky are perfect moments not to be missed.
I soar above mountain peaks
Snow covered beauty,
I glide over rainforests
Lungs of our earth
Breathing out life,
I sail on wings so incandescent
Spiritual in essence,
I witness war and atrocities
But high in the sky they can’t touch me,
High in the sky I fly free
A bird on wings made of filigree,
Seeking the answers that plague me
What’s wrong with our humanity?
We could be existentially free,
And fly high in the sky
Dancing to symphonies
Resonating on vibrancy,
Gliding on streams of higher frequency
Up in the sky I live out my spiritual beliefs,
Up in the sky is my only release.
Who will be the harbinger of a new order
Who will see the signals and the approaching vision
That lifts up our humanity and starts it evolving
That unifies and breaks down boundaries
And ends all man made divisions
Never have people craved so much
To place themselves inside a box
To label themselves, to explain themselves
To seek an identity that's external
Then trying to define this action as having discovered what's internal
And for a short while they play act this role for all else to see
But the destiny that manifests you see
Is growing awareness and being existentially free
In this we find truth in ourselves
As spiritually conscious human beings
And this gives us all the ability to become harbingers of light
And see the new order coming and an end to the illusory might
We will cast aside distractions and focus just simply on love
And live a life of inner peace and knowing that this living is enough.
Consciously I sit and dream
Realms of fantasy and reality
Existentially seeking roots in me
Abundantly sowing seeds
Taking time to eek out the weeds
Inspired by all that I hear and see
Vicariously living through dreams
Imagining myself in others bodies
Transforming to their reality
Yielding all that they believe
Manifesting it in to something
Alternative to a mundane society
New order thoughts of change
Inspirational flames
Fiery passion burns incandescent
Energy now flowing through me
Synchronicity a raging fire I see
Taking over my conscious reality
I crave to discover within me
New ideas and identities
Growing in form and in intensity.
Lucid thoughts
From neural streams,
Frequencies of conscious beings,
Vibrating on receptive traces
That defines us not as different races
But as one in unified code,
Sharing one corpus striatum,
Matrix network conjoining one
Connectivity between those who see,
The way forward existentially,
Those who forsee and feel the paradigm shift,
Healing all of humanities rifts.
Victimizing burning.
My pain it will be learning.
One less hungry journey.
Victimless returning.
To touch the Eye of Treachery.
To change the Torch of Destiny.
To leave and never look back.
To grieve the Crown of Existentially.
To conquer the Fear of Irrationality.
To let go and never come back.
See through the eyes of crows.
Weeping or scheming for sure.
Coordinated effortless communication.
One goes, another returns.
Listen to the pouring outcry,
Making its way to wherever the Crow may fly.
Corruption made me do it.
Genocidal infant swine.
Gorgeous day for a walk.
Corrupted weird-o Divine.
"Knock-Knock!" - Who's there?
"Diaphragms!" - Diaphragms who?
"Diaphragms...Don't always seem to work...
...I don't know how else to tell you this...
...So I am just gonna say it
as politically correct
and incorrectly apolitical
as I've been reprogrammed to speak
by The Disney Company:
"Luke, I am your sperm donor!"
- I sure hope I don't disappoint you as much
as George Lucas disappoints God and such..."
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