Between the iron's echo, seven moons have shaped
this flesh to tempered steel - each rep a promised vow,
a calculus of sweat where discipline escapes
the ghost of who I was. The mirror shows me now:
a shadow split in two - one clawing from the past,
one carving forward, raw, through protein, rest, and grind.
The weights don’t judge the why, just measure what will last:
this body, not a shrine, but proof of mind aligned
with mornings yet to come. I lift what time can’t hold
not abs or arms, but will, the ache beneath the bone
that asks, "What’s worth the pain?" The answer’s still unrolled:
to outlift doubt, to build a self I’ve never known.
Anything you can do AI can do better AI can do anything better than you.
Shame is a feeling I do avoid.
Too often, something like it has me, destroyed,
and yet, to be a better man,
I must look at myself as best I can,
and that may entail shame.
I look at myself, not to blame,
but to grow, to not be the same,
and yet to know I'm ever flawed,
eschewing pangs which on me gnawed,
my best self to reclaim.
Everybody has experienced a turning point
It’s a natural part of life; it’s part of growing up
Life is a sleek roller coaster that goes down and up
There’s a Carrefour which we must turn to a point
To pause, think, fathom and reflect upon and to move on
To face a neoteric reality, an ingenious centaur with apron
Unusual or strange events take place all the time where
Nobody is in control; nobody dares to face the bad bear
Life is more than an enigma, a hieroglyph, a mystery
Nobody can really predict anything under the hala tree
One must do his/her best to use the turning point to be
A newer individual, a courageous leader and a brilliant apprentee
Only schlemiels don’t change; only zombies have no hope to be better
It’s scary and sad that the world is following the demented monster.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I tried to find you,
Tried, tried, tried to find you.
But you’re hiding from yourself,
Behind a wall of bricks that seem
So, so, so
Unbreakable
Making it impossible to see you.
For who you really are.
You’re afraid of letting go,
Of the past.
And moving on to fast.
Holding on to memories
Good and bad,
Is what you like to do.
Making it impossible,
For me to find you.
I tried to find you.
Tried, tried, tried to find you.
But you’re holding on to excuses.
Pointless excuses,
Redundant excuses,
Excuses that are holding you back,
And not taking you,
To where you want to be.
I tried to find you.
Tried, tried, tried to find you.
But only you,
Have the powers to reach,
Deep, deep, deep
Down into the darkness,
And pull yourself out of the rut,
That you have built for yourself,
Over the years.
Only you can break through the bricks,
That feel like stone,
And become who I know you are.
I tried to find you,
Tried, tried, tried to find you.
But you’re hiding from yourself.
And I question if you will ever truly find yourself.
Just like a politician I'm suspicious of
that golfer is always trying to improve his lie
I wish i was her
She is courageous , she is bold
She does not care about the thoughts of the world
Above all when she loves she loves wholeheartedly
I wish i could meet her once more
Like i did a few years back
But is she still there
Or did the bitterness of the world bring her down
She always had a smile on her face
Always had an answer to her flaws
Her tears were almost invisible
But how i wonder how she managed all this
I wish i was her
But what if it was all pretence
Maybe her perfect doesnt really exist
Maybe her courageous self and her loving self are now just mere history
Do i still want to be her?
Is she still the one i admire the most?
Yes, because whether she still exists or not
I want those traits but this time i hope i wont give up
I still want to be her.
Without arbitration( a general notion of terms)
a solution was found to appease both parties.
Separation of was is current
means to define each aspect in
both positions and then
neogate the teams from the middle.
That gave the parent company the position of
"most concerned"
allowing the new words that
were needed
to be used as part of
the negotiating strategy.
(applied 65%/85%/95%/100%)
the collaboration of the two
put the exiting contract
in dispute;
and allowed the negators to
revail the terms of the newly
proposed contract. Citing the interest
of both positions.
Fair and accurate.
Each forum and position
than was taken into account as
the new word
usage was sorted and gathered.
A tiny home improvement
Can instill a sense of pride
For your efforts are apparent
And results can’t be denied.
Taking charge and getting started
Are the hardest things to do,
But if things go as you’ve planned them,
All the credit goes to you.
So today I finally tackled
Unattractive kitchen shelves,
Adding bright new contact paper
Meant for folks to do themselves.
Every item got a cleaning
And a bunch of things got tossed
And the finished project’s worthy
Of the hours that it cost.
Just a minor home improvement
Yet I gave myself a gift
With some freshly covered shelving
And a lovely spirit lift.
I forgive them now,
I realize I'm the one
Who has to sort out
The mess they had made themselves
And could never figure out.
“I saw Santa last night,” the tot said.
“He is BIG, and his suit is bright red,
like the robe Mama wore!”
Mama silently swore,
“No more sweets, high-cal foods, or white bread!”
used howmanysyllables.com
November 15, 2022
entered in the Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
A world of relativity
Sometimes a comparison
Makes things complex
Makes us feel sick and tired
A comparison of status
A comparison of riches
A comparison of power
May sometimes makes us competitive
Leading to improvement, expectation and hope
But most of the time a comparison only leads to
Greed, selfishness, jealousy and cruelty
An upheaval and chaos
Anyway self-control is the most important
factor
But who cares
But who can
Most of the time
We want to be a dictator of ourself
As well as the surroundings
The bigger you mentally are,
the bigger your wishes will be!
Alone in my room
In the room
in my mind
is where I sit
Alone I sit
in my room
in my mind
inside the room
my mind it sits
Alone
I sit in the room
in my mind
alone in my room.
In my mind
there's no room
for others to sit
in my room.
So i sit alone
in the room
in my mind
Is where I sit
Alone In my room
they lied about me when people would listen
now it would seem all those people are missing
The public opinion of me might have changed
fallen from grace they thought they would gain
Looked better than me but they were the same
So public opinion of them just remained
They lied about me when people would listen
they wanted respect but they were left wishing
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