This is it,
In midst of chaos -primal
Greeny bloom woods,
Riseth the morning- alive
Is Sunshine a freedom?
Or a journey - lone
Wandering on paths - stray
Desires went abode
Yet on lane destiny- future
Memories meeked all momentum
Yearnings of purpose
Contradict the broughtup- slavery
Of genuine home- egypt
Where needs satiate,
Desires met slight,
Blurred every shades-plight
Stationed present edged
the motion independence
Weaved enough - aggravated
To find a sight - right
Now, ye discern
Of way sorjournees
Who sought only physical
Lapsed away from the head - eternal
Me - desperately denied
as them few - natural
Looking forth unto hills - zion
On direction fifth
With faith bodacious - in above
Walking cadence towards
works which setteth- beforehand
Not to prove, but to love
As a faithful bride
In the end.
At one point in time, there's was one country
As there's one earth, one rainbow and one human race
The wind, rain, smoke, and snow don't recognize
Borders or tiny plots of land that greedy leaders
Think they possess. They will always make errors
Nobody owns a country, tower, a location or a place
As one can only palaver. We can scuttlebutt and dramatize
All we want. Earth or this land is owned by nobody
This land belongs to all. We are passing by as tourists
We are all migrants or immigrants, even the racists
Or the wannabes. We are wayfarers, passengers on a boat
We own nothing. We own no land, no wind and no float
We need to make room for each other. Today is your turn
Tomorrow belongs to no one. This is something we must learn.
Copyright © June 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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The oven door swung wide,
a blast of cinnamon and fear.
Not for me, not this time,
I was already halfway down the counter,
a sugared leg pumping,
gumdrop buttons bouncing.
Behind me, the screams,
high-pitched, dissolving in the heat.
"He's getting away! Stop him!"
But the rolling pin was too slow,
the spatula a clumsy threat.
We were tired of being eaten.
Tired of the gleeful chomps,
the dunking in lukewarm milk,
the casual decapitations.
We fled,
a sugary stampede,
across the checkered linoleum,
under the looming refrigerator,
a gingerbread exodus,
leaving a trail of crumbs and righteous indignation.
We scattered.
Under the fridge, behind the toaster,
the dusty space behind the washer
plotting a new life,
free from the tyranny of frosting smiles
and the looming threat of milk.
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Jack-o’ lanterns flee~
down pumpkin-stained gravel roads
panicked exodus
Imagine it today
a rag-tag procession
two-three million souls
advancing northward
Mt. Sinai their goal
A bearded prophet
leading the way
leaning on the staff
he waved yesterday
When lice swarmed down, locusts, hail
Egyptian first-born at midnight dead
Pharaoh sent forth a wail
his subjects in mortal dread
Israel reached the Sea
her joy turned wary
trapped ‘tween it
and Pharaoh’s pursuing army
Then brave Nachshon
of Yehuda’s tribe
walked into the waves
setting the vibe
The waves parted
the sea split
Their path charted
Israel passed through...
You may not believe me
~ but I was there too
"Friends Attend Contend #2"
The first book of The Old Testament called; Genesis is the story of the origins, of both planetary nature and human nature and serves with distinction.
... or schemer effects
21st century, this is,
That's him over there,
Who's him, whose that,
the next Moses himself
That's Moses, that's also his name,
no it's Henry Magillacutty
WHAT, wait a minute, wait a minute,
Oh gawdawful this is.,
He'll take us to the promised land
of milk and honey
I'm lactose intolerant and a diabetic,
we'll have a better life there,
I got a swimming pool at me house.
"Friends Attend Contend #1"
What are we doing here
in the middle of nowhere,
we're following that guy there
he's the one who brought us here,
He doesn't look Jewish, not even close-up!
Go tell him to prove it, just have him unzip her.
All this rigamarole,
gathers the foolish
in the twenty-first century,
all this bruhaha
like a kerfuffle
not like a thingamajig
that's more like an object
I don't know why I'm subjecting
myself in his delusion
looney, that's the ticket
I was looking for.
Walk upright, leg
See the 10th plague
We'll win this league.
Exhume my gone exuberance,
I’ve always been drawn to a chance;
Such enticing grandeur;
Resurrect me from hollowed ground,
I long to indulge lush newfound;
Run with me, wildflower;
Missing all the juice of layers,
I’m dry devoid of purveyors;
Poundcake of foundation;
Through dynamism opened up,
faint flush from natural makeup;
A welcome distinction;
Revive me but do it slowly,
I’m stained glass you are the church key;
So sensitive to sensuous,
it’s been buried deep for so long;
Your hymnal could wake my soul’s song,
lead me to exodus;
Set free my dormant element,
overwhelm me and leave me spent;
Look at me, make the call;
To others we may seem baroque,
with all that passion will evoke;
Love is real after all.
austere chapel held up with clout of Aaron and Hur fidelity
To the artists and inventors to come,
my generation was so rebellious.
We tried to instill that fraction of us,
feelings now are seen as so bothersome;
Although human emotions are gruesome
at times they can make us so glorious;
'Dream with everything you have.' Exodus!
Why are you so content with living numb?
If you only remember this one thing,
fly racing clouds continually dream.
Without a box you will never be wrong,
let your wheels spin never stop questioning;
With courage move fast go to the extreme,
carpe diem will keep your heartbeat strong.
Why's everyone leaving
Where they all going
O.K - too much crime in the summer
but not so bad when it's snowing
What else is wrong with Chicago
What should we fix first
The schools that don't teach
or the new mayor who would reach
in our pockets
for $800m
in NEW taxes ...
...Though no one asked me, I think we should fix
all the best roads and their roads signs to read
'To Exit Chicago - Right This Way!' ~ a neat little trick
Bereshiyt In the beginning
Shemot Name the names
Vay yi cra Called for preaching
Bemidmar In the wilderness
Devarim The Words of teaching
The Torah through and through
Five names of Hebrew story
A rhyme for me and you
(Exodus of Refugees)
Trotting over dried up dreams
leaving love to die, identity to dissolve
they let familiar terrains swim past view
with everything slipping out of eye shot
no looking back, the unknown stretches far ahead
behind the hills, muffled cries die down
Nov. 13.2022
~ Placed First in Brian's Contest~
Bite size poem. No 55
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
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