He starts with the natural order of things,
thinks
wash bedsheets,
been pushing chores aside -
that's just natural.
Done with saccharine,
from now on
teaspoonful of honey
at least until
the year-old jar
stops oozing.
Corn flakes gone stale,
the days fall out of sleep
way sooner than they should,
and that's hard to do - naturally.
Order comes and goes.
Mold grows blue bread
nothing last as long as fungus.
It's the predicable
that catches him unawares.
Nature chugs along,
small birds stop singing by noon,
maybe he forgot to hear them,
natural orders arrange
his face
for all the foreseeable day
then bored with its cosmic game -
leaves him alone.
.
for
one
uv yourn
touch
*merely the muse, adultery iz not in
my "buck'et list" in the foreseeable
future ')
He wrote a bible every day,
a poem without beginning or foreseeable end,
yet like the New Testament
they were the work of his inner Jesus
the same Jesus journey that we all eventually take.
His poetic steps along the way were not usually sacred,
often far from it,
but they inched his soul-conscious self
toward a certain resurrection and ascension
nevertheless.
Seeker, cease looking outside of you,
know thy self, scribe,
believe in the God within you,
create your own heaven –
your Christ awaits.
The van idles: inside its cage
she hops like a starling
from dashboard to counter.
Lady seer, shuffling the motley,
the significant and trivia.
revealing now, the stamped
and foreseeable.
A flick of her wrists
between each numbered box -
we open that tin mouth,
reach in hesitantly, for bolts out of the blue,
or just news from predicable snails.
Hello Palestine,
have you seen the headlines today:
400 US federal workers tendered their resignation over the war, seeking ceasefire. And a Vietnam war veteran donated his pension to Palestine relief fund. Also at Brandeis the president was sacked for violating US Constitution, and was seen packing back to a Kibbutz near Gaza. Send them back, I say, to disallow infecting American democracy such. Palestine will never be free when those scoundrels have the upper hands.
And this just came in, sky over Gaza is clearing, the mist is gone and plenty of sunshine for the foreseeable future, enough to bring the birds out again, singing to the tune of Glorious Palestine, from river to the sea, this holy land shall always be free from the smug of racists and supremacists, clinging to their dystopia of land without Palestinians. Their days are numbered and nightmare is over, hello freedom, hello justice's return after the snub of cold shoulder for a generation.
Gaza cafes are now open again, markets filled with fresh fruit, and children playing with new toys donated from good will citizens of Tel Aviv and East Jerusalem. It is good to live free again.
Even leaning, with fright's hand
In the mouth clenching.
Upsplashed of an unfathomable
Woe, foreseeable.
On edge, more breathless, till
Mind, in giving way
Slime-tentacled, squeezed of whose grasp
For such visions gasp.
No Love No Hope
My heart and soul are wistful
It is God's love I wish for.
If His grace and mercy were withdrawn,
All my hopes and dreams would be gone.
Without my faith to sustain me,
it is melancholy I will be.
The foreseeable future would be gloomy,
Would say those who knew me.
Doubts, pains and prayers left in a shroud,
Is no way to live and should not be allowed.
No love no forgiveness leads to depression
I need a distraction from this dissatisfaction
These are my true feelings
Things about me I will not be concealing.
The idea makes me feel grim,
I could use an uplifting hymn.
What this contagious smudge?
Spreading in their walk of life
With that fondness on its look
And behaving in us too august
From its stockpile and reserves
As everyone keeps impatient
And nervy well at his seconds
A mutual support it's to bring
Metrics at the edge showing up
Definitive to blend irregularities.
A beautiful painting to figure on?
Fancy vignettes out the color wheel
The artistry steadfast to the dogs
Not suspicious by its wall bricks
By most minors well foreseeable
Shrinking the grid lines as young
Such a thirst needing no drink
Hungry! Enthusiastic to starve
Canvas tensed up for buildings
Their thoughts then getting stiff.
How the streams match a channel?
Probably an invention off the orbit
Once in a while without likely set up
Soft scales splitting her shoulders
Unto offsprings of a foreshadow
Which are likely to be fully grieved
Creating gradient on last designs
So as to weaken no nail stepped in
Grounded fruits rising to their trees
Plenty of happiness everyone needs.
In my foamy bubble there 's ample room for
free-floating and even, once in a while, submerging for a while
beneath the surface, where the wild things are and disturb
tranquility.
And when I free-float my head spins in only one direction, peace. It's quite
comfortable inside my bubble, and nothing can burst it, not even the bullets and bombs and, certainly, not the usual drumbeat of words, such as get a hold on your life and or stop deluding yourself. I've put a tape on my ears and, thankfully, am deaf to disheartening needles aiming to burst my bubble.
In your inner paradise find a priest to wed you to yourself and wish you eternal happiness. Barely I survive my own demons sometimes, and today there's no sign of them. Surprise, we 're off to a long vacation and you can come along, as long as you don't bump into my bubble and drag me to the real world, okay?
I have received many assurances and can rest now knowing my bubble is for the foreseeable future fully intact.
No need to worry about the day after, it will hit you unaware.
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
I can only just imagine you and Sam
Whilst working close together on
the butchery counter at your local
supermarket
At the site of both of your 1st job's at
the tender age of just 17
1 day somehow however whilst
putting out the ham on display
Locked eye's and figured out she's
the 1 for me as he is the 1 for me
And then you became childhood
sweetheart's for thee foreseeable
As unfortunately and to your cost
you found out much later
He was in fact sadly a real lady-killer
in reality not merely just actually playing
the role of 1 as an act
Until the day you told him you were
pregnant with me and then he upped
and left the both of us behind
Well that all now makes perfect sense
to me
And I am so sorry for not only just for me
my mummy but for you as well
As he sounds like a lowdown dirty filthy pig
of a man
But thankfully I am lucky enough to be your
son and proudly call you my mother
As opposed to ever having to admit even
to myself
I am the Son of Sam himself
Sometimes I just feel
I want to be single
for the rest of my life
because of how many
times my heart has been broken
At other times I feel so lonely
I wish I had someone to hold me
Give me kisses on a rough day
Say, “I love you forever and always”
Someone to live out my days with
I know people say you have
your family and friends
But even when they are
around I get that feeling
of loneliness
I want to feel what they feel
Feel that feeling of being loved
by the one you will spend
the rest of your life with
At this point in my life
I doubt that will ever happen
So a loner is what I will
be for the foreseeable future
Mind, the architect of life’s structure,
obeys what is learnt as the art of living.
Heart, the carrier of nonlinear abstract intellect,
breathes emotive truth in the framework of being.
If the diktat of mind is not pursued,
life is sucked into the whirlpool of chaos,
and not listening to the subtle urge of heart,
life turns into an unfulfilling objectified entity.
Intangible confrontation with either this or that,
designs the dubious dilemma of option,
for lack of equanimity valuing one over the other
causes the onset of neurotic inner conflict.
The foreseeable forks in life’s pathway tests
if judgment and wisdom falter in internal strife.
The rational balance of mind and heart
finds psychic route out of cognitive dissonance.
________________
August 18, 2022
Contest : Inner Conflict
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Small like a bird
Smart like a nerd
Shining like a beacon
Special like a penguin
Oh! She is sensational
She is humble, universal
And absolutely lyrical
Now everybody knows her name
Like Mona Lisa and Mother Nature
She now has fortune and fame
Oh! Her foreseeable future
Looks great and outstanding
She is reciting a nice poem
Listen, quiet, quiet; she is speaking
Please bring a laptop and a modem.
Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Things can be important. Trivial in attributes but bearing the full potential of posing an existential question. These are implicit in manner but highly stressed to push further, push for more. We can only try to the very end, and ultimately it can still be an utter failure.
From the window, the outside world is quite visible. Little birds are hopping, the chirping of birds are resonating with the tranquil light reflected on those green leaves of trees. A bliss of kissing sunlight, everything everywhere.
An emergency situation is a trigger moment of a potential threat. Further aggression in vulnerabilities of ongoing life. A tune of a morbid past, uncertain present, and forced implication of a foreseeable future. A much-needed strength to bypass and bypass more, another vital question of life.
And life is happening somewhere, out there.
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