The new congress trial
jaw-dropping inquisition~
American style
if wise men contendeth with
foolish men there'd be unrest
Meathead Senator
apology's in your court~
Missouri's finest
we need not argue with fools
shuddering souls of your sort
In the land of hope
proud stead diligent resolve~
it's times like these that
our trust in tranquility
brings closer to his dissolve
The doors are closing
human being members only~
with soul and a heart
unbequeathed of bad deeds.
Evil's grip on its way out
Tribute gone viral
troubadour cradles guitar~
its times like these that
give power to the people
you're my Hero David Grohl
Power to the People Festival is a one-day music and activism event 10/3/ 2026
Church bell’s melodious ringing on an early Sunday morning
Heralds the grandiose day to give the Lord our thanksgiving
That’s on autumn equinox’s Sunday, last week of September
Or close to a harvest moon on the first Sunday of October -
What a blessed and joyful feast once a year to all parishioners!
Families bring portions of their harvests as presents to offer
Thanking God for His copious blessings with adoration prayers
When slow procession goes solemnly along the church aisle
Congregation brings goods, crops like vegies, grains or rice
And baskets of fruits to the altar as gratitude to the Most High!
As church organ heavenly plays the melodies of classic hymns
Parish and choir’s voices fill the air to worship and glorify Him
Songs on earth’s bounty, labor and return of harvests are themes
Proclaiming God’s graces abundantly fall like autumn foliage and rain
And the altar is lighted with autumn hues from ripe fruits and golden grains.
The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
A temporary dwelling, built for my family and me
How could I build it, barely able to see
A palm-frond provided with sharp-needled stalks
How could I buy one, I no longer walk
Delicious meals prepared by my wife’s loving hands
How can I help her, I longer stand
Sweet, festive songs sung to melodious tunes
How can I sing, my hearing’s in ruins
I am so grateful, though dependent on others
My caring, devoted Jewish sisters and brothers
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Notes:
In Israel and the world over, Jews eat, recreate, and sleep in tempor-
ary huts called 'sukkot' for seven days during this festival. The holiday
is named 'Sukkot' after these huts.
We wave/shake palm-fronds, myrtle and willow leaves in synagogue,
as part of prayers for rain (in Israel) in its season - i.e., after(!) the festival.
In grand lehengas, women gather beneath the waiting sky,
Thaali in hand, their hearts filled with faith and love.
Their voices rise together in melodious bhajans,
A chorus of prayers carried softly into the night.
The day has passed in fasting, patience and devotion,
Now every eye searches for the moon behind the clouds.
For the moon is the long-awaited blessing of the night,
The silver signal that turns fasting into feasting.
Slowly, the clouds drift, hiding and revealing its glow,
Testing the patience of women dressed in festive splendour.
Then, little by little, a white ball of light appears,
A milky diamond glittering in the dark sky.
The thaalis shimmer, the prayers grow softer,
And love waits for the moment of breaking the fast.
A little water, lovingly offered by the husband's hands,
Becomes a sip of affection, faith and togetherness.
Gifts follow, smiles bloom, and prayers turn into gratitude,
For a husband's long life and a marriage filled with love.
Moon, come out soon—shower us with your pure light,
And bless our married lives with bliss, love and everlasting light.
gazing at the sky
happy little faces
bow to their sun god
A Roman Catholic is like a Roman Candle...
Fire works!!!
Quick to anger...
Quick to repentance...
Dear Father...
Take my confession for I have sinned...
Romans 3:23- I have read
BUT.
“I have to tell YOU this...”
.............
I found an old lantern
behind the door we stopped opening.
Dust covered the purple glass.
I brushed the years from its glass with my sleeve.
and the purple returned.
We used to raise our voices,
afraid silence meant we were losing
each other.
Now we sit quietly,
We had words,
but every word stayed somewhere inside.
The lantern whispered
through the silence between us.
Outside, the festival carried on,
while we stayed inside
beside the lantern between us.
The room felt different than before.
The lantern stayed on the table,
between us,
neither of us moved.
What we hid away
still waits behind doors
we thought were closed.
Those memories are old pages,
left where we last stopped reading.
So I hold it between us,
not because I believe
tomorrow would be any different.
But as proof
even after the hours
when our voices could not reach
across the room,
the dust had gathered,
but the lantern was not dark.
Personal Poetry Wheel Challenge
Challenge Dates: July 13, 2026 - July 19, 2026.
Theme: Relationships
Emotion: Peace
Color: Purple
Season: Festive
Form: Free Verse
Object: Lantern
Verb: Whisper
Tonight begins Shavuos, The Festival of Weeks, the Pentecost
'Midst the festivities, the holiday's other name,
The Festival of the First-Fruits, sometimes gets lost
Jewish farmers would bring a basket of 'first-fruits' to the Temple
What was the 'big deal?' Why would they eat them there?
They'd been waiting five years to eat that fruit, per Torah law*
Which gave to the festival an atmosphere of profound awe
The land belongs to God Almighty, not to the farmers, its stewards
They can't just take and eat whatever they want
without proper acknowledgment
And perhaps, just perhaps, the festival is partly recompense
For Adam and Eve eating the apple
~ for not acknowledging God's command, a grave offense
*For five years from the time of planting, Jews may not eat of the fruits
growing from the trees of the Land of Israel.
That’s Xmas or Noel for lovers
Or carnival for impostors
I believe in loving everyday
I believe in love every single day
Tomorrow is the festival or parade of all colors
It is the festive carnival of all the flowers
However, don’t be surprised to see
That the following colors are very popular
Red, pink and white. Smile, if you are a lover
And don’t smile, if you’re lost in heart of the sea
Of all types of roses and leaves, and you’re confused
About the fuss and anxiety about the day of roses and lovers
Since I celebrate love daily, I am amused
By the voluminous preparations and sacrifices for one day
Carpe diem is my motto: Happy Valentine’s day!
Please enjoy every single day of the year
I'm sincere and deep in my heart: I love you too, dear.
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
rice pots overflow
sugarcane sweetness drips ~
Pongal showers
A whirlwind of romance; owing to nature, dance around my neck-- so thrilling.
My thoughts form a new lyrics yet I couldn't sing it heartily to reciprocate...
Tiny winds blowing out perfect beats to capture the new atmosphere I see
But pen enclosed my diary, celebration is cute!
Traveling round the season; the West wind of winter wreath,
Brought forth Spring: the April Cascade.
The supporting sunny summer,
Gives us the Autumn: the 'Embers emptiness
blue sky has Thy paint
in memory of lost saint
grace shines feint sins' spark
turquoise tambourine tingling around
a sassy scintillating silvery sexy sound
jaunty jubilant dancer leaping from the ground
queen of the jazz festival, she is quickly crowned
warm October day
merry go round
laughing children
Lights meander through the night,
like loose rings in space
shining stars dancing
comets, asteroids, party,
in the most phenomenal display...
Alone, silvery, gentle solitude,
the moon in dramatic subtlety
simply steals the show...!
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