I must have been a cat in a former life
basking in the sun
playing with yarn
being coy
chasing flying things
patting my mistress down as a nest
then again
I am not regal or royal
I do not huff off in a haughty rage
Do not expect to be fed by servants
do not frighten dogs
Maybe I was never a cat
There once was a prince called Andy
Who by all accounts was rather randy
He had a dazzling smile
His sexual acts were vile
Epstein's parties were his modus operandi.
It was never "your" God I disrespect.
It's the unfair rules you were taught, I reject.
I've learned too many schools of thought
To be held down until I am left to rot.
It was never the real you when you're untrue,
But I see you'll never leave behind your rue.
I felt unworthy 'cause you left me in waiting
For what I hoped would be love's awakening.
It was never what I truly wanted, to hurt you,
But maybe it was just what I needed to do,
To leave behind a dying conditional love,
To leave behind ideas of you rising above.
I deserved better from you at first,
Until I shown my shadow self at its worst.
Sure you were my first and now former,
But my final love is my true teacher forever.
R-eaders
O-ften
S-ee
E-motional
V-erses
A-s
L-ines
D-escribing
E-rstwhile
Z-est
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rose Valdez)
Former friend, I remember that today
Is your beautiful birthday
But I am not going to call you
Because you never answered my calls
Life is made of ups, downs and falls
Sometimes, the sky is gray, white and blue
I understand that things change
And nothing stays the same
I’m fine. I’m not the one to blame
I’ll pray for you in exchange
In fine, I won’t call you anymore
From afar, I wish you many birthdays
And the best in everything. The best days
Are usually ahead of us. No need to bore
Our readers. I’m moving on too with my life
The sky is at times gray, white and blue
Don’t worry. I stopped calling you too
Dear ex-friend, I no longer need to hear your fife
I have realized that you were a fake friend
Not a real one. You are now a cent in the sand.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
A day some thousand years ago;
He spoke love
Chose a mother/father vessel,
For me to come through;
Remember the former things,
I don’t remember the former things;
Yet I do?
My Elohim Father tells me;
Remember the former things;
Remember the former things,
In resolution in my his-story
I so my soul recalls
I am not of the earthen grounds
I am that I am birth from the heavenlys
Remember the former things,
I am resound placed in a tunnel
A fore runner of my generational-pride
Left the Father and angels’ side
Come through the tunnel energy whole
Placed in a vessel my spirit, soul
Remember the former things,
3/22/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Smiling made her tired
I feared a frown was all
she could spare.
More than same than
different
what would
cause a person
to ask
Might she labor to
have discussion
one might think
she was making
him feel specials.
Yet to warn those
who didn't know her well
those who knew
her first would warn
When she makes you feel as if
you are number one
her first chose
or someone specail
she will crush your thoughts
she'll darken the brightest
day with her
meanest
and make the prettiest
flower coil.
her grin could turn milk into
clavor, curds and whey
she could sour a bag of
sugar
a glare turns to an
evil stear
you'll turn your head as a looker
when she grins run away
spare your feeling man
she is mean and uncaring
only a fool would like her kind
Private and peaceful
His life, his world.
And of that, perfected
The thinking man .
Ere its garden's air
Garden's allure
For a woman, sounded.
Smiled for woman.
Former hero
exists in memory care
dementia
It abides in the lintel, leaving only
to hunt in the klong.
It was here when we moved in,
we are the renting guests
living under a large Monitor lizard.
Dawn coffee on the loggia,
the jungle going to sleep.
The movement of rain,
pacing over green canopies.
The wooden house creaks
as the sun floats over blue mountains.
Soon the tiffin carrier will arrive
on her tricycle,
bringing coconut rice
wrapped in banana leaf,
some pork dumplings.
A meal shared
with a cat and a huge reptile
as we watch the hour uncoil.
She died on a three-legged stool
in her kitchen,
her heart burst, and out flew
all the skills of her nimble hands.
Now she cooks the twilight
mixing the dried fruits of yester-years.
I feel her thoughts taking shape,
see her sway to the music of Glen Miller,
another memory she gave this space to.
These words are partly hers,
the flavors are mixed, the twilight
shapes her tireless hands.
I pay her rent as her interlocutor.
I water the old ferns as if I were
the curator of her life.
We never did meet, but at night
before I fall asleep
she spits on a yellow duster and gently
polishes my drowsy eyes
until something shines in me, and I know her
and she knows me.
I am sorry I can no longer respect your hue
Since you have succumbed to Q-Anon
Parroting most stupid conspiracy theories
Since the Trump train you jumped on
And adopted a jaundiced view of our history
Believing The Donald's outrageous lies
Crediting to him outlandish deeds
And planting false social media seeds.
I wonder what is happening in your brain
Has it become hardened against the truth
Are you with insurrectionists who rioted
Since jumping on the crazy Trump train?
I wish there was no red line between us
For I remember those wonderful days
When we used to laugh over a few drinks
Alas, no more since you changed your views.
Perhaps, in coming days it will be different
And we can become friends once more
Our country, our culture, our society
Will be a better place, that's for sure,
In the meantime I'll remember you kindly
And wish for you the very best
But I cannot respect the road you've taken
That has gotten us into this god-awful mess.
written September 6, 2021
You worked so hard but just exist.
Your high school grad dates you just missed,
evacuated from Ukraine.
In Russia’s army to resist,
you fought the tyrant Hitler’s reign.
You worked so hard but just exist
on meager pensions. You subsist
by choosing food or meds, that’s plain.
No other kinfolks to assist
in taking care of you in midst
of tears and shakes of flashback strain,
you worked so hard but just exist!
Although you made your job’s A-list,
you now wear rags, your joints in pain,
no other kinfolks to assist.
Your teeth all gone, in life’s mean twist,
these lines remain your grim refrain:
You worked so hard but just exist,
no other kinfolks to assist.
To help elderly Holocaust survivors in the former Soviet Union, visit the website of the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews at ifcj.org.
Former President Trump
Sat on his awesome "yhuge"rump,
Dreaming of having his ultimate revenge
While on a drug and vengeance Benge.
note: misspelled huge as "Yhuge" because the former President mispronounced it that way and comedians mocked him for it for years.
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