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Compassion for all Living Creatures

But not the interminably hopeless daddy longlegs
some say cellar spiders also know as the cranefly
lurking amidst the shower curtain then
flapping wildly all around my hat
just not first thing on
a Monday morning when stark staring
and uncoffeed thus it must
be duly despatched with an implement
humanely and meanwhile the water's
spraying in all directions

Later on leaving my nosy neighbour beckons
from her window and announces
there's a wet patch on the outside wall
you must have a leaky bath
you'll want to get that sorted and
I'm already late and it's the dullest
blanket grey dullest cold beans for breakfast
not that you have time for it
dead nothing morning and I wish you the best of
luck with the rest of it

Habemus Novum Papam

Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.

Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.

Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013

Send a Paper Plane to the Gods

In two weeks,
the Loy Krathong
will begin.
12th in the
Lunar calendar,
atone for a sin.

Floating specks,
like us
but in the sky.
The stars
or the lanterns;
fault of the eye.

To beg for 
forgiveness
to an imaginary friend.
Hence the offerings
galore
faithful until the end.

No one has seen
Or known our humanely ruin;
but we have fantasized.
We still have mosaics, 
delusions, excuses,
never considering if they were lies.

There is no such thing
as truth or deceit
in matters like this.
Strip away the skin and
flesh and bones
a soul trapped in a fist.

It beats,
the fist a prison,
and pleads to escape.
It tries until
it gives up one day,
then it is too late.

So take a fragment
of your essence
hold it in the tips 
of your fingers.
Watch! Its
pure joy 
converts into light
and its warmth lingers.

Once you release it, the light, your
spirit, 
floats in a ship of parchment;
you’re too late, you believe.
But then a glow
slits into your eyes;
you made it part of the sky,
your soul is free.

Canucks

Hearts shattered
Open ice
Friendly smiles
Competitions vice

A tie, they say
A game well loved
How can we win
When peace is the ideal above

We slaughter them humanely 
We butcher them halal
Oil don't do well on our coast
And Orca's don't do well there

Are we better at entertaining than winning?
Now there's an original thought
We'd better burey the Oilers
Otherwise we'll get caught

Brilliant Resilience

Singing with outside 
transcendent
ego-theistic
wealthy resonant voice
while dancing inside 
Eartheistic
healthy resilient choice

RePresents ancient sacred reconnections
of messianic verbal thoughts
invoking bodhisattva nonverbal feelings

Amusing muse vocations
re-presenting compassionate communications
contentiously contenting
indigenous EarthTribe wisdom

Singing while dancing
mindbody
humanely divine
crown/root chakra
expanding circles of resonant
resilience.

Rats

In the dark cellar
where I lay my young head
there were shadows rats,
and phantom squeaks.

All night long
hunched silhouettes
nibbled at the space
between them and me.

Luckily, I had a superman figure
who rodeoed them all
into a toy plastic hospital
where they were put down
humanely.
As I was,

when I mentioned my fears
to unblinking parents.

The Old Lock and Canal

There’s an old canal close by where I live,
and an empty lock made of stones massive,
traipsing around there, the place can amaze
just seeing how the whole of it was made.
There’s no mortar here, between these great stones,
they align perfect, no a gap is shown;
to do this with hand tools and draft oxen,
not just one lock, but again and again…
There are still hollow where great doors did swing,
sealing the lock up to keep water in,
holding it back without concrete of steel,
and no great engines, just pullies and wheels.

The canal itself, so humanely straight,
by spyglass and spring they made it this way,
with but shovel and pick to prove their own worth
they dug a river across the damn Earth!
Two centuries later it still remains,
two hundred years on who would know my name?
Sure, I write poems, but poems are talk,
these men carved themselves in the very rock,
the canal they built now sanctuary
for birds, fishes, turtles swimming lazily,
the towpath they built no a walking trail,
where kids ride their bikes when weather is hale,
seeing what grandfathers built back in time,
what men do with hard work and focus of mind.

Sick

I have been attending to a sick Chevy.
My neighbor
who I never talk to
or about,
has left a note on the hood
of the truck...

both a warning and a threat:
that the cops have or will be,
or may in the future
be notified!

I think I will have to have
the vehicle humanely put-down.
There’s no fixing the old bag
next-door though.

Immanent Transcendence

Internal immanent powers
of panentheism
are nearly as traditionally endemic
to Western religious teachings
as is external transcendent light
of monotheism.

In scripture,
in Prince of Peace spiritual experience
and promise of Jesus's teaching
rests prophecy of pentacostal panentheism

A radically liberating experience
of divinely manifest
Holonic Spirit
restoring peace
and global
inter-religious
multicultural
polycultural
resonantly polyphonic
resiliently polypathic 
humanely divine
truthfully beautiful
peace-filling justice.

When I Was Homeless In Clearwater

For example I am, you are, I nearly was.
Neatly are all external sockets.
Electric power has before science come.
Taken together it forms.
Many of U.S.are to mentally ill,
to go on.

There are not many souls,
transparent people.
And there are to few again many.
Humanely is it poetry to altruistic none gain.
Universal declarations,
far placed most can now see.
Because of the fear,
is that circle of friends out of reach.

I have for a while been prosecuted for it.
To be sent to prison for the lack,
of a place to live sounds logical to me.

James McLain Thursday, March 28, 2013

Know Your Enemy

They don’t slaughter animals in a humane way

But then they don’t slaughter people humanely today,

In wars they brutalise them by killing them with drones

The don’t get their hands dirty they sit and watch from a safe zone,

Governments don’t care about animals or people in anyway

They only care for money and power which they increase day by day,

Poisoning us with chemicals, viruses and toxins

This truly is a grim world we are living in,

So we need to reclaim the wealth and the power

We need to reclaim the streets to stop us getting closer to the doomsday hour,

They’re destroying our environment yet keep denying climate change

They say they’re try to combat it but it’s all lies time and time again,

Don’t fall for their project fear and saying how they will protect you

They are the threat and risk and that’s the ing truth,

The got no souls, no empathy they are just callous brutal men

Who preside over us and curtail all our ing freedoms.

Christmas Message

From the bottom of our heart,
              through the windows of the eyes
              We send vibrations to everyone,
               from all corners, everywhere
               for all continents...
               Is the message of love, of tenderness
               of faith... do you realize why?
               Because it's Christmas time...
               Time to live tenderly,
                to live in peace and humanely,
                with tenderness in the eyes and tenderness
                 in gestures...
                It's Christmas, Jesus was born...
                Jesus Christ is born...
                Holy time...!

Vegan Crayons

Have you heard 
a carrot scream, 
when dragged outta earth?
Or the yell of green beans
peeled alive
severed cross-wise, sectioned?
Or the curdling 
yell of purple potatoes 
plonked alive in 
boiling water?
Or the plaintive cry of yellow corn
cobs stripped-searched, naked.
All to be less-wasteful,
and draw humanely, 
and guilt-free,
in noise-cancelling
headphones.

Lightly Killed

All positions for annoying people have been filled
Other applicants that apply, will be lightly killed
Humanely as can be
Strapped to a tree
And pelted with rocks till near death, and then become still

Was Insanely and Mainly Crazy

Was Insanely and Mainly Crazy 

Whatever Trump had done was not humanely;
Started seeing that results ended up insanely;
Always  wrong,
And ding dong;
Major part of brain became an imbecile mainly.

Jim Horn

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