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.
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If His grace and mercy were withdrawn,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.
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.
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
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.
If i die before i wake
I pray the waves my soul to take
To the bottom of the deepest sea
So i may feel as weightless as
a butterfly in open sea
Underneath and navigating
the stars by moonlight
As and so to the sun by daylight
Searching for a new found shoal
to join and call my own
Jumping from wreck to wreck
Passing lost titanic soul's like ship's
in the night
Blessed with the memory of
a goldfish
Rather better this than returned to
ash or stuck rotting inside an coffin
for eternity
With only worms and a stone
epitaph to keep one company
Six feet under unlike a pyramid
traversing to the afterlife
Entombed with all the worldy
treasures and pleasures
One is bound to miss once death
becomes and is the meaning
of ones life from the here and
now and foreseeable future
Because love surely then must
be surplus to requirements
As it's the only thing that can't
be bought or a price put on
Because it has to be earned
over a prolonged period of time
Our world of innocence is caught unaware,
Taunted by a nightmare,
An experiment gone wrong; a distorted sculpture,
We're locked inside for the foreseeable future.
We wait for that day of relief,
Citizens get themselves into a psychotic state.
"Lives have been lost" says the news,
Coronavirus is sending people mad.
Where to we go; what do we do,
We try our best to struggle through,
The roads are clear from cars and bikes,
No long walks in the country or hikes.
Isolated from family and friends,
Trapped inside till this crisis ends,
Can we survive this helpless attack?
A life without colour.
Just when we thought that we had it licked
the wily little bug licked us back
Just when we thought we had it beat
the stubborn virus beat us back
Just when we thought we could open the country up
we have to close parts of it down again
Can we get things right now
and for the foreseeable future:
Wear your mask -- Watch your distance -- Wash your hands
C'mon, America! You need to do better! Much better!
It's a matter of Life or Breath...
the news resounded
through the land
everything coming
abruptly to a halt
no gatherings and no exceptions
it’s most regrettable
to give in to this lull
there’s never good timing
it is with much dismay that
Poetry 2020 Olympics
till further notice are postponed
spoken word is silenced
for the foreseeable future
keep sending
all express wishes
your hugs and kisses
via internet
Read on air by invitation ~ August 18, 2020 'TWISTED TUESDAYS'
In March 2020 when the Covid alert broke out, I was scheduled to volunteer at our local annual 4-day Versefest, I’m sure I was not the only one to be extremely disappointed.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Supine
the storm blows
and blows
STRENGTH and VERVE
STRENGTH and VERVE
until it's final exit
we exhale and we watch
rainbows erupt
brushing the backdrop red
jade hints her place amid the blushing blue
dazzling a loving
peaceful sky
the fox just happens by
run fox run
meander in my meadow
and wander thru my eye
the softness of the day
after hardened night
billows bestow
upon
cotton candy clouds
to consume and commiserate
licking lasting wafts of lilac
from the wind
where the butterfly garden
calls
and invites us in
we inhale and we wait
beauty caressed in arms of gold
visions sought will soon unfold
flit and flutter
silenced
in words not uttered
we stare off into the distance
the foreseeable future
slyly with no fear
nor imminent peril
the fox approaches near
We need to live, to breathe, make love to the day and hold close the night
My friends on P-Soup are loyal and true
Every morning I rush to my computer
To read all their happy upbeat comments
And suddenly the sun breaks through the clouds
At times, I must admit I have thought of leaving
When everyday trials cloud my vision
But then I quickly come to my senses
I would certainly have withdrawal symptoms
Similar to those folks abstaining from alcohol
I would have to join “Poets Anonymous” for help
To get me through the difficult and trying times
Without the aid of friends and family
I'd be a broken man aimlessly wandering the streets
As I sit here writing, I am convinced
This will never ever come to pass
Alright, I'll admit it... I'm obsessed
There! I feel much better now
Admitting I have a problem is half the battle
So it seems I'll be here for the foreseeable future
Thank you all my dear friends
And three cheers for P-Soup!
Last snow melting in backyard.
The sun shines a mellow march afternoon.
Play dates are in the foreseeable future.
Children fidgety keep looking out the window.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Oh Foolish Me
Foreseeable future,
The curtains are closed
Today?
Tomorrow?
Who really knows?
But for me to leave here with no words said
Leaves unspoken thoughts inside of my head
Unasked questions
And answers I will never know
Oh Foolish Me
Oh Foolish Me
Copyright J.M. Dougherty 2016
Tattooed feelings deep within the skin
Branded for the foreseeable future
The hashtag will remain long after your post is deleted
The name, picture, and memory of your former lover are still imprinted
What started off as a sure thing--
turned into a jumbled confusion
The scar cannot be hidden, even though the tattoo is removed
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