fastidious Freddie Farnsworth forever finicky,
favored fourteen fixed formulas for fur-making.
Foregoing fantastical features, fiendishly finagling
fine-tooth-comb formulas, flabbergasting a five-star
fleet of flim-flam fellows from Finland.
Fun is found in Freedom
For finding friends is Fortuitous
Fun fails founded from formulas
From Freedom fun finds foundation
Freedom forever funds fun
8th grade algebra class
Hyper chit chat from black-caped Louis
And his stringy long-haired buddy Richard
In the hallways before class they slap
The bare back necks of unsuspecting classmates
Stamping foreheads
Making the nuck nuck and whoop whoop of Larry Moe and Curly
That’s what they were re-enacting
With knees slipped under their tiny desks
As Mr. B has his back turned
Scratching formulas from his nails on the blackboard
When he pivots like a pitcher to boos
Lifts his toes to first base and baseball throws
The felt eraser full of all his mis-calculations
A lifetime of rage
Poof powder
Waffle imprint on Richard’s cheek
A cloud of chalk blonds his hair
Beards his performance grin
Richard has a look like when he’s seen his dad
Come home again and again and again
After happy hour
Leaps to his bedroom door
Holding the side of his face
“You can’t do that! You can’t do that!”
Out he disappears
Mr. B clasps his hands and fixes his face to his family
“Now for quiet.”
And we don’t dare say anything.
old slag value, as valuable as Value allows it
Then as a valuable secondary source,
the slag resulted from the gold-bearing
electrolytic mud smelting
contains up to 0.8–15 k g t-1
Au and 9–13 kg t-1 Ag, respectively
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Coal Ash experiments
sorted theories and Soughted formulas.
Coal ash pits using sewage,
sawdust, and other
dissuaded organics
to recreate renewable coal.
Leaves, shredded wood chipped
wood ash, tobacco stalks
straw hat manure compose
all will be mixed and allowed to
cure to recreate a renewable
source for energy.
Racheter l'ancien Walmart du comté de McDowell,
en Virginie-Occidentale, pour créer un nouveau
magasin et contribuer à la relance
de l'industrie charbonnière locale.
Musique pour basson et cor d'harmonie
Ce genre de musique « Ooh Baby »
The devout, at their core, are poets,
Sailing on seas of faith, with no formulas.
In sacred books, their dreams are reflected,
In a world where mystery and the divine meet.
They dance to the verses of prayers and psalms,
In search of answers, with souls in their palms.
In the temple of the heart, they weave their dreams,
Where stars are angels, and the sky writes poems.
In each ritual, a verse is born,
In every song, a story is woven.
They see the divine in every falling leaf,
And hear the music of the heavens in every step they take.
Life's mystery, to them, is endless poetry,
A journey where the soul rises, unbroken.
The devout, at their core, are poets,
Living in a world where faith and art intertwine.
Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end.
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due
to her lack of reality.
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging.
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch .
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences
The formulas to be remenised
The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes
Detailing the need of men
To procreate
Shayari bunne waali zubaan,
Ab formulas ratte hain.
Kaagazon mein apna dil behlaane waale haath,
Ab projects likhte hain.
Jo dill azzad udd, kitaabe likhte the,
Aaj wahi kitaabon ke bojh tale dabe hain.
Jo aankhein sapne dekhna ko bane the,
Ab raat raat undekhe sapnon ke liye jaagte hain.
Jo pair duniyaa dekhne ko taraste the,
Ab classes se tuitions tak ke chakkar kaantein hain.
Fankaar toh kayi aaye aur chale gaye
Kayi sayariyaan suni unsuni reh gayi
Kayi kahaaniyan kahi unkahi reh gayu
Kayi gaane apni awaaj tak naa dhoond paaye.
Kuch samaajh ke bojh tale dab gaye
Kuch kitaabon ke bojh tale.
Par bhala kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare,
Akhir...
"Sharma ji ke bete ko 98% aaye hain"
Bas yuhi sapne dab gaye
Yuhi zindagiyaan katt gayi.
Kayi baatein unkahi reh gayi
Kayi sapne undekhe reh gaye.
Sarkaari naukari ka zamana hain sahab,
Yaha dil ki baatein nahi, dil ka ilaaj hota hain.
Amirron ka zamana hain, meri jaan,
Yaha sapnon ke peeche nahi bhaagte,
sapne khareede jaate hain.
Bhalaa kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare
I crossed the archives as one walks through a field of ruins.
Decrees were bones, dogmas were nails.
Kings signed treaties in ink darker than darkness, a pact forged in daggers.
Papal bulls oozed blood beneath God's varnish.
Codes etched the systematic animalization into stone.
They legislated hell, administered suffering, theorized the slaughterhouse.
Even science became an executioner,
draping contempt in formulas and measured skulls.
I didn’t read history,
I breathed it,
its ashes glued to my lungs,
its screams wedged in the margins.
They crucified continents for their gems,
their plantations, their ores, and their silences.
They told me: progress.
But I saw boots pressed to throats.
They told me: forget.
But the graves still speak.
They told me: democracy.
I saw tanks circling the ballot boxes.
And you, West, with your carnivorous grin,
you demand forgiveness without returning the bones.
You scream values with your pockets full of plunder.
You dress up your hunger as mission.
You baptize your rape as liberation.
You persist, you insist, you gorge yourself.
But our memories are neither dead nor tame.
They sharpen.
Study Talks
Maths, Science, English, Hindi,
Sr. Newton why u discovered gravity? ,
Formulas and experiments,
books took our brain on rent
Day or night root and Square
always have frustating fight.
My bat and ball are waiting for me,
I also wanna play out suddenly.
It's been a long time,
Since I have drawn something.
I just want to free myself
to achive more and more...... everything,
English has its Grammar,
Math and physics are undiscovered
chemistry and biology
they even make me feeling lazy.
History for me is like a mystery,
I would learn photography
rather than geography.
?? thanks
In the realm where atoms dance in space,
Science unveils its wondrous grace.
A symphony of particles, small yet grand,
Unraveling mysteries across the land.
In laboratories, minds ignite,
Seeking truths hidden from plain sight.
Through lenses and microscopes, they delve,
Into the secrets that nature does shelve.
From galaxies vast to cells unseen,
Science unveils what once had been.
In equations and formulas, we find,
The language of nature, beautifully designed.
So let us marvel at science's rhyme,
As it reveals the mysteries of space and time.
All problems on earth can be solved
Pause to think well and better than a smart machine
Take a deep breath to dissolve
The feelings of failing like a mean queen
Failure can never be part of any formulas
Tight your fists and be ready to tackle all doubts
Be resilient and determine to be on top of all sagas
Ignore the hypocrites and as often change routes
Never beg, be courteous
Be courageous and generous
Tomorrow always brings hope regardless
Of the challenges, the threats and the mess
Don’t rush or haste to find the solution
As needed and as required take prompt action
Defeat or losing is not part of the formula
And success will not come after writing one stanza.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Life is beautiful, a complex collage
of memories
Epiphanies arise while deep in thought
observing the energy
They come to me when I'm flowing like
rivers & channels
We're interdimensional & forever fluid just
surfing channels
We're meant to be more than basic
embracing complexity
The loving embrace of mother nature
absolves complacency
The father of all lights the way of illumined
paths
There's not a single problem minus answers
if you learn the math
Our formulas take form while in imagined
states
We get results when we mold thoughts
immune to breaks
Whatever it takes just keep faith in the
forefront of mind
Life is a beautiful complex collage of
time
Zero to the thousandth power
logic on the run
Oblongata left in pieces
nothing zero-sum
Squaring the root unto itself
Euclid at the cliff
A equals B as B disappears
the quotient nondescript
Hickory Dickory’s mouse on the run
though nimble Jack gets burned
Formulas crumbling as integers balk
what’s ‘given’ mocked and spurned
Zero to the thousandth power
reason clones its fear
Classical thought—not selling or bought
Pythagorean tears
(36th & Chestnut Sts: September, 2023)
They reside on the other side of the city
They bathe in the quiet and still fertility
They own yard-keepers and docile servants
Dogs, cats, hyenas and precious plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us
Swallow the transparent and abominable dust
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers like saints
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
They reside on the other side of the old towns
Over the mountains, not too far from the plains
They bathe in tranquil fertility
Of the country-side, not too far from the city.
They ignore that we are the same, the same formulas
And that we live and endure daily the same dilemmas
And one day, them and us, all of us will answer
Present in the river, under the bridge of forever.
Copyright © September 1982, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mind.
Scientist invents, minded with formulas.
Cartoonist strokes, gifted with artistry
Dubber voices over to cover up travesty.
A wrestler can break anybody with a ranting mind.
Audience can just watch and listen with a calming mind.
If a dancer prances with a swirling mind
then a choreographer can relax to unwind.
So many other occupations with distinct minds,
Instructive of vocations and interests
descriptive of master minds.
What is your job?
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