Everyone keeps secrets
Even though they say they don’t
That they are honest to the core
But that is not true
We keep secrets for varies reasons
Some are meant to be a surprise
While others are to hide the truth or
To spare feelings from being hurt
Some memories are just painful
So, they are never spoken.
Unspoken truths are also known
To be secrets, which when found out
Can be the most hurtful
For those we love the most.
So, choose very wisely and be
very careful when keeping secrets
The trickiest parts of keeping secrets
Is the damage they do to trust.
War is a waste of precious young blood
War is a waste of fresh natural resources
War is as bad as a raging and vile flood
War is evil if you understand the sources
The reasoning behind such unnecessary
Aggression and the violence and the vanity
Which are cowardly robbing and destroying
Mankind. War is bad. War is a very bad thing
War is evil and criminal
War is mortal and abnormal.
War is a waste for the perpetrators and the victims
War is a waste for all. But peace comes like dreams
Distant dreams. Peace is more precious than money
Diamond, gold, silver and all other precious metals
Said a very eloquent brother who deserves all medals
Ever invented by famous and powerful institutions
Give us peace, not evil wars dear highly divine Almighty
Help men learn from past errors and nugatory aggressions
War is unnatural and abysmal
War is lethal and inimical.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
And everyone’s beautiful
When they get bare and honest
There’s a softness to each of them
A crafty humanity, some marks, some scars
Hurt behind vanity
Dreams and buried hopes
Passion disguised as smoke
When you peel away layers
And unbolt the barriers
Everyone I find irritating
is beautiful
A child's self worth, painted with words:
“You ain’t worth a pinch of bumble bee...”
Well, I think you know the rest
No, mom wasn’t the best
And she let me know-
She regretted having me
In later years, I felt the gravity.
Power words divide you as you grow
The two people to wield such power,
Father and mother,
Shaping you by the hour
Creating the world you know
And making sure the pain
In letting go
Was equal the time wasted
On a candle that wouldn't glow
Or outshine the dreams left behind
An accident for which I’m to blame
An accident bearing a name
Not worth a pinch of...
Excuse me for letting it-
Get the better of me
It’s still a loud memory,
But they’re gone now
And the future’s bright to see
Not because of them,
But because of me
I would actually say,
‘In spite’,
And I’d be perfectly right
Tomorrow and I, are a new day
And they, a cold and very distant night.
Why do I hurt people?
I don't mean to.
I love my friends.
I love my family.
I love my people.
Why do I hurt them?
I don't want to.
I'm supposed to be kind.
Caring.
Gentle.
Soft.
Helpful.
But instead I'm mean.
Selfish.
Harsh.
Arrogant.
Some might even say sociopathic.
I don't want to.
I really don't mean to.
But it happens.
I don't know how to change.
I don't wanna be like this.
But I keep doing it.
I hurt my friends.
I hurt my family.
I hurt my people.
I hurt those who just wanna love me.
But I bite the hands that feed me.
I lie.
I cheat.
I act selfish.
I act arrogant.
I have tendencies of a sociopath.
I don't wanna be like this.
I wanna be someone else.
Why do I hurt the ones I love?
Why must I be so hurtful?
You cannot make work everything as per your plans
As there is already a roadmap
You cannot fix all the misunderstandings
As there is already a home built for trust issues
Don't put efforts to make undesired connections
As connections are not for long lasting
Follow mindfulness
As karma is real which hits in its way
Make a habit of smiling
As that is the only expression to live a tough life
Learn to let go of things
As they are not permanent in temporary world
The strange caricature reminds me of your odd face,
The twinkling roar clings to your tiny lace.
The way you want to lean on my race,
The sacred passion gives me a new space.
The only path I have seen,
One and only desire you could have been,
One and only proportion you own for the time being,
I am no one else until you see me clearly giving.
The endless life is a paradox of gorgeous wings,
You are no longer out of control for the measured pings.
The unholy genuineness gives me no more rare bliss,
The unknown appetites are the reason for my irregular gist.
It is not common or ordinary anymore,
It is not filled with hate at its core.
It is no longer my salient reason,
No reason can ease my aggressive tension.
Why can I not settle for less?
Why are you not something obvious to bless?
Why don't you know my name until I remind you of the same?
Why can't you see me as nothing more than a dice in this game?
Hurt to the extent
you still bear the torment ,
arising vile seclusion
Living in a world of delusion.
Many seasons elapsed
and your patience collapsed
With the heart of lancer
You venture out for an answer.
Swinging the sword of freedom
You rebirth as a new blossom.
Coming out of bubble
You are not, easy to cuddle
Digging out the buried truth
retrieving your youth, stolen ,
Leave them unforgiven
as you're beyond their control,
That's your sole goal.
every day I cry new tears
from the awful things I hear
please take a look and you will see
I'm like you and your like me
the words you speak are very wrong
and my pains real and strong
stop using words of extreme hate
it puts me in a saddened state
think about the words you choose
what if I said them back to you
with a hardened and mean stare
then I think you'd finally care
I may not look the same as you
but my heart can break in two
from the racist things you say
believe me they are not O.K.
open up your eyes and heart
that would be the place to start
really take a look around
everywhere it can be found
different love, shapes and colors
do not make fun of others
the way we look, speak, even act
we're all unique and thats a fact
let me say this one more time
racism is an awful crime
prejudice and hate are too
stop before its done to you
Welcomed to the world with exalted joy,
Family waiting for a celestial blessing,
They believed in miracles, believed in prayers,
Bringing immense bliss, she was their answer!
Life changed, when fate thrust misfortune on her,
Hurtful words hit her like a dagger from every direction,
She stood alone, resolute, unperturbed...
Inflicted, she bled profusely inside.
A shiny mirror shattered into a million pieces!
The rose dried, delicate petals withered and dropped,
One after another, on the hard ground,
There was no noise of the bleeding heart,
No one could see the gaping wound,
The secret tear of grief,
No one knew how the softness of a velvetty flower
Turned into steely determination!
Surely I‘ll break
after you pointed out all my mistakes
I know I may not be the most outgoing
But if that’s the reason you‘ve been throwing
one hundred thousand fights
til im burning,bleeding and bursting into tears
I‘ll change for your benefit , I‘ll do a 360 degree turn to fit your imagination
Get inside and we‘ll have a conversation
Did you take that stuff again
Younger me wished I was clean
You didn’t even check on me when I was wiping my tears off your car seat
Stop pretending we share the same life
when you played board games I was
by myself in the corner, hoping i‘d turn
extrovert
Stop pretending you know how cruelty feels.
You belong somewhere in the vast cosmos
where the idiomatic idioms were born
I started to wonder and cry,
Lord, have mercy; this is not I.
I felt as if years had passed! along with age! farewell
oh, we soar to an infinite place to dwell.
The last goodbye was the hardest,
we never got to say our final adieu
remember how we danced near stardust?
They say that tears are a sign of weakness,
so I held back my tears
to ease the pain, I buried it in the hollows of my heart.
Yet, they poured into my empty soul
tearing me apart with deep cuts
even the most idyllic love must die
was it not because of love's cries?
will leave a scar to stultify it...
I shall bleed and grieve till the wounds heal
making room for unworn pain,
to experience sorrow again.
Written: February 05, 2023
1st place contest winner
I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Oh, the pain of a hurtful word,
To the heart everything becomes so blurred.
Once the dart has been thrown,
And from the heart you can feel it groan.
What should have been a sunny day,
Now has been turned to gray.
No more can I hear children laughing,
Instead old arguments rehashing.
All my emotions, laying ripped to shreds on the floor,
the agony I feel all the way to the core.
I have always heard that time heals,
I do not know; I think it only conceals.
Oh, the pain of a hurtful word.
© Deborah Seale Miller
"Words hurt if wrongly used alas words heal helps do not hurt be a worded Help-healer"
8/24/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Consumed by The Widow Spider
The wretches of life are gone,
from the weathered of a peaceful place,
lived once in a playful soul?
Feasting upon his flesh the widow,
bite by bite, bit by bit,
hurting from inside, he hurt.
Does he deserve to be noticed,
when he clings to the emptiness of a soul, that he sings.
Then a storm came,
swiftly it consumed him in the rolling that burns the flesh.
The cries of torments are touched,
only if it steps outside in a confusion of nothingness.
What am I to do in a land that has no care,
as a wilder beast searches his prey?
Look, look he cries,
stumbling and the beast that was near,
devoured him,
which he desired to take of the nothingness that left him to be.
What else he says,
what else, he tries to scream.
The nothingness did he let out,
he fell into a slumber of his bleeding death.
His thoughts had wakened.
Had he been deceived by the widow spider that spun him up?
At his fate,
he knows the torments of his death.
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