Few people have this God-given gift
Few leaders have this Great Divine lift
Let’s put and keep ourselves together
Let’s gather and assemble the marbles in the center
Let’s keep and hold our head high in the air
Happiness and hope are up there
Few people demonstrate common sense
Few leaders possess good sound sense
Seasons come and go; time comes and goes
And never returns. Let’s stop staring at our toes
Happy and auspicious times are around the corner
Never give up. God is the Supreme Master
He is the only One
And there is only One
Few people possess this God-given lift
Few leaders are blessed with this Great Divine gift.
Copyright © May 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
“Imagination is the beginning of creation.” Gorge Bernard Shaw
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Imagination
Hosted on the wings of my mind in flight
In a realm where warm welcome whispers rest,
Ever glowing with glossy gleams of light,
At my journey`s end I wish to lie blest,
With a sense of peace hanging in the air,
And with spurs of wild imagination
Carve smooth streams of verses beyond compare,
Painting my feel, my thoughts and my vision
Of a future free from stark poverty,
Shining with the light of fraternity.
#5
I can face my issues
I can surpass my pride
I can overlook any danger
Survival moves my every being
Awareness alert, silly risk--hazing?
Switzerland can
Mountains lakes and loveliness
Open borders needed
From Iran they come'
Don't hold the Somalians back '
From Libya journey.!
Ward's fat wife in a maternity,
He in their TABCAN Fraternity...
And Ward can't see the insanity:
Wife who had bled quite a quantity,
There with Ruth only a brutality;
A blinding by TABCAN's sanctity...
TABCAN that grants with authority
The hateful wishes of minority,
Its abhorred area of specialty
Speedy making of one casualty...
Not to okay enemy's demise
Even at this hour Compromise...
For a good ten years seeking a child
But now to some life wants to be wild
And while hoping for his child's safe birth
Home returning with a killer's mirth.
The vagaries within
truth and falsity …
are greater than
the differences between them
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
I
After prayer and shouting joyful noises to Jesus, I came to know He didn't mind
II
Messages come with unknown texts. Today, after a year, this cell updated Pastor Max, from Lenasia. I thank my LORD I didn't block his message: How are you? It felt like a family reunion, PTL
NOTE:. Pastor Max speaks Sesotho and leads the afternoon worship, Sundays at CRC, Johannesburg (CRC: Christian Revival Center, independent). Shalom shalom in our Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ
Your life’s but a shadow
he’s a king of the earth
he’s secure in his place
he knows his own worth.
He‘s lacking all burdens
his smile merits bliss
by the King be commanded
you’re deemed worthy young miss.
The lady‘s so lucky,
as a rose meant for plucking,
this brawling, rough rogue,
- this heir to earths throne,
deems her worth the f—king.
I chuckle demurely,
“Be away drunken sir
- leave me to my studies
- go chase other skirts
with your fraternity buddies.”
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boy, the weekend festivities seem to start Thursday afternoons on fraternity row.
Bosom best-buddy Beta Beta Beta boys begin bonding by bringing before biennial brunches:
bouncier basketballs
budget bean burritos
bounteous beefy burgers
beautiful broad-minded busty boyfriend-less babes
better bottled Bavarian/Belgian beers
Today I'm celebratin' my final day as an Octogenarian.
Tomorrow I'll join the Fraternity of The Nonagenarian!
The decades have passed so fleet but its been one helluva ride,
And somehow I've managed to survive and taken it all in stride!
Now, 'tis my earnest goal to become a dashin' Centenarian!
(I suppose that could happen should I opt to be a Vegetarian!)
Next time I see my doc I'm gonna ask if he has sufficient clout,
To keep lubricatin' these old bones to ensure that my aim he can bring about!
Time to operate on us,
the engine of love ...!
To light the flame and
from the harmonic heart,
Wake up to life...!
Call back,
peacetime and union.
Call the fellowship of men
invite all humanity
to join the Lord ...
Preaching fervently,
the universal
fraternity among
all on earth...
Kin
by Michael R. Burch
for Richard Moore
1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss—
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any atmosphere,
but closest here ...
2.
You seek an air
so clear,
so rarified
the effort leaves you famished;
earthly tides
soon call you back—
one long, descending glide ...
3.
Disgruntledly you grope dirt shores for orts
you pull like mucous ropes
from shells’ bright forts ...
You eye the teeming world
with nervous darts—
this way and that ...
Contentious, shrewd, you scan—
the sky, in hope,
the earth, distrusting man.
Originally published by Able Muse
Don't worry, don't worry
O brother, feel fraternity
Preaching religion
You can also carry on
You've more ceremony
than this ISKCON diary
-Monday, July 22, 2019 Chattogram
Your worst enemy is that best friend who encourages you
to temporarily enjoy what will permanently destroy you
Your best friend is that hater who pursued you into greatness,
your worst enemy is that lover who pampered you into great mess.
The enemies that make us run to God are better
than the friends that make our relationship with God bitter.
Those who refuse to choose their friends wisely
will lose their future fortune foolishly.
Do not snug a sluggard nor fraternize fools...
They are misery-merchants and devil’s timeless tools.
Those who mind the business of others efficiently...
often make loss in their businesses effortlessly.
There are people you should love from a great distance,
for they will rid your life of its rare radiance.
There are people we have to keep close to our heart
because they make sorrow and stress depart.
The fraternity of fools will never flourish,
The partnership of peace lovers will never perish.
Jack wrote a poem about his beard and it got me to thinking. What is it about our facial hair that causes us to hold on to it? For me, when I grew my first mustache at sixteen, it was almost a right of passage to manhood. When I look back at old pictures, it doesn't look so manly. My Mom had always threatened to shave it off in my sleep. She never did, so here I am Thirtyfive years later still sporting a mustache with an added Goatie under my chin. The younger amongst us may consider me an old goat so I think it is appropriate. I prefer of course to think it is distinguished, especially considering the amount of grey that has appeared. Perhaps in a few years I will look back and think, it looks as silly as that picture of my Sixteen year old Self. For now it will remain, kind of like an old friend you don't wish to part with.
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