Wounded
Distrustful
Inured
Enthralled
Fooled
Estranged
Paralysed
Exposed
Resolved
Consumed
Scholar
Slave
Compelled
Searching
Hopeful
gentle gesture generally generates gems
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Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
Sitting by a fire on a winter night –
longing to see daylight –
shivering, freezing, in the icy cold –
how long can my patience hold?
“We’ll be all fine,” Father had assured –
just days before his absence we endured.
Mother had consoled me through rivers of tears –
hours before we’d face our fears –
Cruel murderers, they blasted the streets –
riding grandly on their war tank fleets –
people dropping still by the second –
but I didn’t budge, even as Death beckoned.
Captivity chained me, dragged me along –
tell me, killers, what was my wrong?
Is it that I live in the land that you hate?
Why, why is this my fate?
Sitting by a raging fire on a chilly night –
wondering how long I’ll face this plight –
will this dark dusk ever cease?
Will I, someday, witness dawn and peace?
I am the wind that blows in your face,
I am the calm that lies in wait.
I am the strength you seek to meet your fate,
I am the love that conquers hate.
I am the guide to your destined place
All that I am, is yours this day
Some words root deep, in silence and eternity,
like water erasing edges with time.
Others skim quietly, like breath,
vanishing before they settle into memory.
To speak is to grasp something real in your hand,
to touch its edges, its truthful weight.
Let the words be those which sustain or ascend,
as soothing as rainfall, as tender as morning light.
If a word must slice, let it slice carefully;
if it heals, let it only leave warmth,
for words bring their roots’ pigments—
that are building stones, steps toward a gentler path.
Grandma gave rugrat a gift,
Into the toy box I did lift,
It was so plastique,
Not quite fantastique,
Grandma, Grandma, where were you,
When I stepped on Lego at 4:32?
Foul language approached,
On my bare foot it encroached,
Sheer hell, granny, thank you not,
No wonder I am now a sot!
heart braces for impact of bliss pheromones
rapture spasms cause eyes to clench shut
we celebrate the offered joy vibration
each hue new beauteously renews
as we meld with the sensation
I cannot unwrite anything
Even if I erase this thing
The truth is out of the bottle
You can wage a war, a battle
You can fight all you want
Demonstrate, set up a tent
In the middle of the street
Shame comes after a defeat.
The genie is out of the bottle
The truth will set me free
You disagree, you’re angry
You can wage a war, a battle
When one lies, one sins
Next time, try to make sense
You cannot unwrite anything
Even if I erase everything.
The genie will never go back
Regardless of what you try to do
No apologies! We all feel the impact
We must deal and stop the flu
We cannot undo anything
We cannot resuscitate the dead
We must move away from this thing
Or we all will die on this small bed.
Copyright © February. 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Making vague promises.
To an imaginary audience.
Smiling even when it is unhelpful.
Wondering if I am making an impact.
Should I try to impress them?
Or is that simply preventing us from understanding each other?
Making small promises.
To a patient audience.
I am no mastermind.
But I can sometimes make up my mind.
To try to make an impact.
As unlikely as it is…
There will be times in our lives:
That the most decisive act
Of the love in our souls
It'll be our most empathetic act
To ever be experienced.
knowledge is a impact power
the impact of a power is a impact of knowledge
the mighty is the impact of the mighty
a mighty impact is a mighty knowledge
the mighty is the almighty of a impact
power within,power within a impact
knowledge is a power of impact
within power is within a impact
wisdom is wisdom impact power
wisdom is within a impact power
the power of knowledge is the impact of wisdom
wisdom is a impact wisdom of knowledge
wisdom is knowledge impact
power is a impact power
power is a mighty impact power
the almighty of a power is the impact power
power is almighty of a power
power is almighty of a impact
knowledge is almighty of knowledge
knowledge is within knowledge
knowledge is within knowledge impact power
Thoroughly, the horror is weird
Yet, there is a sense of its nonsense
Thoroughly, it scattered
Yet, it teaches how to gather
The horror that improves memories
The horror that brings back the lost love
The horror that tied back the loosed
The horror that opens every closed eye
The horror that explains the worth of life
The horror that proclaims the hidden saint
The horror that enhances social life
The horror that thought everyone
The Lord's prayer is "our father who art in heaven"
The horror that reminds all of the hygiene
The situation that is divinely manipulate
To manage the universe's favour
Now the doom is fading
But still living in remnants of fog
Managing blind seeing
Speaking in a sharp blunt voice
In fewer actions strong thought
Yelling in a quiet-loud sound
Who planted our hue and cry?
Our hands or nature?
The meteor from our faces can't baptism us
But the angelic from the unknown planet
i remember most your eyes
and how they melted my heart
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~LOVE BITS AND BITES~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The world on his shoulders,
He trudges along,
Standing amid the crashing sea,
He pushes on,
In gloom’s embrace,
He pulls away,
He believes lost time can be redeemed,
He has seen a path none around can see,
He walks on grace’s path,
They don’t bear the periscope,
They can't see through the veil,
They can’t see him inside out,
Courage props and supports,
Hope has not left him in the lurch,
He walks every mile in
unflinching determination,
Brighter days are in his view.
June 23, 2022,
Brace for Impact,
This or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest,
Edward Ibeh.
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