If I could
catch the stars
in a mason jar would
it be enough to
prove myself?
I
don't
want
to
be
here
anymore.
I want to be up in space
where all of the fireflies reside.
They
don't
care
if
I'm
not
good
enough.
Somewhere there’s a
sunflower poking out from
the corner of a concrete
barrier, going unnoticed
by everyone except
myself.
And it makes
me wonder:
They say when
you fall in love with
an artist, you
can never die.
But what
happens when
an artist falls
in love? Do
they continue
capturing futures,
or only retrospective
moments?
Time is an old
concept—or shall
I say, odd?
Because
I see you in soft shadows
and storefront glass, in
wilted flowers I forget to
water, in poems that
end.
I used to paint what
might be, but now I
only trace the edges
of what has been.
They said that love
would make my work
eternal. But no one told
me it would make me
feel so unfinished.
Oh, and
that thing I
asked about
the artist?
You can forget about it.
I think I’m starting
to care less and less
about him.
you have a glow about you
that is beyond earthly beauty
one of sincerity
of love and honesty
of kindness and simplicity
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Sarah May L. Roque)
My doctor is like no other,
he treats me like a brother.
Never unfair nor dishonest
in diagnosis or prognosis;
he tells me all just as it is –
a trait he’s known for best.
During my recent physical,
with expertise and acumen,
he revealed nothing amiss,
my health sound and admirable.
And with beaming pride
of a respected professional
said I’d make a fine specimen
in formaldehyde.
Honest Worlds
Messages, ladies texting. They don’t know this life
The answers are honest, nothing is hidden. Map of life
Ladies like the sender. The sender likes them, ladies
This guy loves all of them. But he is not a polygamous
He just loves life. He just loves a lot of different lives
Reading the honest words is a good emotional mood
The print of their souls. Oh, Love. Oh, Ladies! Oh, Loves!
Your words are feeding my mind and life. Loving to yours
Loving you
Ladies
Your creation
Always yours
This love
Of course
Words
Are
Honest
I feel
As if my eyes
Are nowhere to be seen
And it’s just me.
I feel
As though my soul
Has nothing to be found.
What is this sound?
Ah, yes,
The beating heart.
Though broken, but bleeding,
But beautiful - the Art!
I feel
As well my path
Is no-one’s to be deemed.
But that’s just me!
…
I feel
As I did then
When knowing needed this healing.
Why this again?
…
And, yes,
The beaten road.
Though broke and bare bones,
But beautifully - my Own!
And I feel
Alone.
I feel
Still.
But, no,
Not nothing.
I feel.
Still.
Man, someone remind me, what I did!
Who I was and still wasn’t.
Who I became is not the same,
And change is change, but this is just derange.
What did I do? I say…
Where was the fork in the road?
How have I’ve lost in the sand and the snow?
Maybe the better question, though - what will I do?
God, someone forgive me, what I’ve done!
What I’ve none to know it was.
What I’ve become I can’t explain,
And change is still change, but I’m just deranged!
What have I done? I may…
Recall that fork in the woods?
How I’d might find myself tripped on the roots
When the meadow was just there…
Now that’s despair.
Well, I didn’t care.
But watching the other ones frolicking won’t get me anywhere.
Maybe the better question… so - what will I do?
Same question, aye?
But there’s no such thing as same.
A good, honest look up…
We’ll look there. I see my destination.
The pictures of yesterday
tell a truth we've forgotten,
with our every instant
recorded and filtered,
rehearsed and scripted.
Our parent's snapshots,
though some black and white,
imperfect and tattered
from so many witnesses,
are frozen moments in time.
We will never be as honest again.
As the audiences watched
In amazement
The truth was formulated
As the events started to unfold
In anticipation
The individual was respected
Salute to you LETA,
Is ìt the sequence of events
That led back to the rose pink shoe
It is the evidence
Is it the seventeen years of endurance
That revealed the truth
It is the owner of the shoe
Case closed,
As the words were written
In a spiritual manner
The truth was imperative
As the protocol was observed
In a state of affairs
The individual was honoured
Salute to you LETA.
Harold was all bluff and guff
brusque and rough
his words sometimes pinched cheeks too hard
with his honest plain Tennessee talk
Some thought he was rude
he had no filter
he was abrupt
but not corrupt
a few of us appreciated his honesty
The Honest Man
The man who seeks then speaks truth
Tends to receive abuse
From others who simply don't understand
An honest man’s point of view.
But in all reality,
When people aren’t honest with themselves or others,
The truth will, unfortunately, make a person feel smothered.
What is meant by smothered is going into defense mode,
A zone where it’s now hard to communicate
In any rational way with each other.
The honest man is many times patient
To the point that he feels he’s receiving pure hatred,
Because dishonest people feel that when they learn, they also somehow lose,
Not understanding that learning is the key that leads to truth.
Needing to remember that if I lean on them and they lean on you,
We will become stronger and smarter as a group.
Honest salesman is a semi-oxymoron
Just like an honest politician
Please do not laugh, all lawyers or
Accountants are not crooks. When the door
Is wide open a mouse, a rat, a cockroach
Would me more than happy to approach
Some politicians have tried to be better
And more credible. Some are men/women of honor
However, others are pathological liars
They are professionals who behave like traitors
They think that the "truth is not the truth". They're confused
Lies are lies. Dogs are dogs. Politicians play politics
Call the exterminators to annihilate the ticks
Liars always ignore the truth. Please, let's not mused
In politics, it is probably not easy to be too honest
Because so much is involved. Let's chase the pests
The corrupt politicians who are ruining everything
And destroying the dream. Let them flee. Let's ring
The bells. Not all politicians are crooked or criminals
That's true. I am not lying, just check the election polls.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
God chooses YOU to light the way
because your faith in him is so passionate
prayers are answered as they fall from your lips
Knowing this, still you are humble
and not ONCE did you pass judgement
you set the example in the method of your living
You are courageous and honest
never turning once to run
facing each challenge
you personify the ideal human spirit
Hero is too small a word
for such a magnificent person
You are so much more
and it is a blessing to know YOU
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