When you reach the youth of old age,
Don't let actions go inactive.
Though life's compact, take space for you.
Repent not; repair, if you can
Face all !But don't deface your smile
Stop blaming but start accepting
Age is a number; keep engaged
Mix up and wipe out loneliness.
Place: 3rd
Is AI a staunch friend with double face
that whispers “I love you, but will replace
Do its words capture a thought we just had
write it much better; if so, why be mad
Its chest of words is much greater by far
synonym surplus, its door stands ajar
by the way, their paintings lovely, also
Can there be wrong in the things they bestow
In our minds linger a strong scence of fear
as the future is becoming more clear
If our brains become inactive, then stall
AI will, in a word, shrug as we fall
Shadows fall on the words we try to mix
AI will ask, “why do humans exist”
Perhaps our love affair should be erased
Before we become only Unused Space
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
motived by his desire to appeal to women
there attention her affection and her approval
it had been said je was nicer to women than men
it made it easier to those who oppose him to speak
against his personal desires and wants
at the heart of being a legitimate interesting person
who's interest allows those who share certain interest
to share moments and intimacies
those with a more intelligential knowing would probably
differ there opinion and look toward the needs of the man
and how the women he attracts meet his needs and wants
and find why other would wish take both who
and want he desires
any activity about interest both active and inactive
" The Clague of Desires" from GioCoso Barcarolle to
the neutralization of a note to advise accent to sforganzo were
ostinato is consistent from both ends
(from each beginning (than centered) to an end to began again)
(Poseidon (Neptune) began training to appeal to
The Goddess who were attracted to Pele)
They sipped wine on Curtis Creek
until Pele wished a certain Goddess as his own)
It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.
The leaves are dry and passive
And the flowers are dead and inactive
Later, it is snowing
The neighbors of the inn
See the deer pass by
All the holy day long
And during the whole evening
We feel the change of the nerves
To welcome the new season
Where we are far from the harvest.
We can hear from very far away
The wind humming in the hay
The vibrations are not monotonous
Since the hummingbirds of the hills
Make their spectacular presence felt
And the poets in the imaginary gardens
Describe everything that happens
In the country where the mass
Remains insensitive, benighted and glaikit
And where the elected corruptors boast.
It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.
P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Cantiques Antiques De L’Automne’.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Seeds sprout to become trees
Trees with ample green leaves
Leaves fully growing yellow
Yellow to dry under a hot sun
Sun causing the leaves to die off
Off the tree they hastily tumble
Tumbling silently wraths mother tree
Tree dismayed for losing her leaves
Leaves now lying at her foot inactive
Inactive and leaving nude the branches
Branches of mother tree cause her shame
Shame for the birds’ frantically watch
Watching powerlessly their home gone
Gone at sunset but waiting for another day
Day for seeking a new comfy home
Home of joy to host everyone joyfully
Poem by N. Mugisho
The Cynicism Trap
apathetic engaged
withdrawn open, free
distrusting entrusting
pessimistic feeling hopeful in outlook
always expects failure ahead strives onward for success
skeptic about the future to come altruistic in hope for the future
selfishness, deceitful, dishonest truthful, honest, cooperative
emotionally detached, withdrawn engaged, committed, sharing
gives up easily, becomes inactive resilient, determined to stay on
alone, stifling creativity and connections encourages partnerships, joint efforts
Hoy es tu dia, Pero no estas.
Hoy me pierdo en el recuerdo.
Hoy me encuentro en tus memorias.
El dolor me mata.
El dolor me ciega.
El dolor me impide pensar.
Hoy fui derrotada!
Hoy lloré!
Hoy sentí la amargura otra vez!
Quien soy yo para olvidarte?
Quien soy yo para no sentir?
Quien soy yo sin ti?
Hoy soy una sobreviviente!
Hoy vencí el miedo!
Hoy crecí!
Mañana seré mejor!
Mañana te haré orgullosa!
Mañana te daré lo mejor de mi!
Pero hoy, déjame sufrir!
Pero hoy, déjame deleitarme en el dolor!
Pero hoy, déjame disfrutar de tu partida!
-Inactive Volcano
In the depths of my soul,
Expelling through the cold,
I crave tonight an emo love.
To stare into the abyss in your eyes,
To torture you till you cry,
To feast on your dripping blood.
With one eye I see all,
Crack, whoop, slash, gush,
Oh let the red rain paint the floor.
The dark ceremony concludes,
The luminous embrace prevails,
Like the moon it was just a phase.
-Inactive Volcano
A night walk under the starlit sky,
Embracing its passersby.
Focused with a goal in his mind,
All obstructions had been left behind.
A breccia with different plans,
Brought him down from his stance.
Intertwined him in her path,
Unraveling an emotional wrath.
An explosive cosmic occurrence
Threw him under her inadvertence.
Impaired by temporary amnesia,
Drugged by the love anaesthesia.
In an unexpected leap of fate,
Before her eyes now he laid.
Eclipsed by her frequency,
He quickly tuned into synchronicity.
Serendipity was to blame,
He was just a player in the game.
When you learn to see with closed eyes,
A whole new dimension will arise.
-Inactive Volcano
TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.
Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time for sckolade in the the bar.
Up early to claim skis & boots,
Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits;
Wait in line for the revolving chairlift,
At the top,jumping off pretty swift.
Down & up the beginners' slope,
In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope;
Pasta for lunch,again & again,
But good to miss out of the English rain.
Learning the knack of forling fondue,
Joining the folk-dance,without a clue;
Saying danke to Karl the owner,
Back on the bus to airport,Verona.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Ongoing Generation
Human nature changing, hardening fast,
loosing emotions, always in hurry.
Affluence hits society in gust.
Future demands more and more luxury.
New generations challenged by ego,
rushing, running, leaving close attachments.
‘My life is mine’ ! All others to forego.
Self-centred aim, surpassing sentiments.
Civilisation in rapid progress.
on materialistic perspective.
Science and technology to impress.
Dealings dominate, feelings inactive.
‘High-living’ on ‘Plain -thinking’ in future.
Emotional bonding not to nurture.
05/18/23
Sonnet
First Place
Contest by Soto Poet
On a storied stormy season;
On some silent nights;
On some inactive days;
Some calm rivers will flow
As well as white-water rapids.
Many years have come and gone.
In some seasons there was rest.
In others, it seemed at times we roamed.
Multiple abodes better known as homes;
Schools of survival, both bitter and sweet;
Good times and bad, with occasional retreats.
Yesterday's stories are seedbeds of lessons.
Tomorrow will arrive with both worries and blessings.
This is the day made by God; so, let us rejoice in it.
051823PSctest. Sotto Poet
Contest Name. Sonnet
I think smoking is quite funny,
Stuck in the mouth, like a dummy
Smoke billowing out from the ***
After every single drag
Eyes get tired from the smoke
You cough so much you nearly choke
Tobacco rolled up on a piece of paper
Sir Walter Raleigh started this caper
One wonders if this Raleigh bloke
Thought of cigarettes as a joke
As he saw people cough and splutter
And once or twice, was heard to mutter
I have started a trend
That some will not comprehend
Or understand
They were aware it could be addictive.
If afflicted,
And will always need a cigarette at hand.
Some thought smoking was sophisticated
And not related
To a threat to one's health
The sellers were only concerned with the wealth
Not the health of the user,
Perhaps Sir Walter didn't know
How much the sale of cigarettes would grow
Why is smoking so attractive
When it can make smokers inactive
When your lungs get full of smoke
And you want another Puff
Will you think it is a joke
And realize enough is enough
These ideas are seduction for words as said suction is lucrative/
It frees high fees for reduction when he sped to a junction too seductive/
It’s an additive like a sieve to sift that’s imperative to give/
Bliss will relieve anything negative accepted to live/
Clips of passive aggressive will be inactive to a reflective motive/
It’s so graphic how elastic I am to aghast a trick/
Pits grow as it’s tragic burning plastic that lasts to stick/
Strict flow is magic churning illicit to depict/
Slicked so is this static yearning dim wits to inflict/
His flicked ardent flow fits a tactic to reminisce/
Wicked grants from God sticks this blend of coherence/
My rigid cadence will dance in a trance stance/
A dry cascade spill to prance without instruments/
Fly by or retreat to advance and get out of the sin strum pants/
He’s no treat for a trick or no trick to cop a treat stance/
Ease to a complete foundation found to cease and stop evil plans/
The feat was a defeat as the found foundation reprieves slop and defiled demands.
With my foundation found it’s like 5th down/
A gift of salvation as a second round/
I can’t miss now with all filth drown and my foundation found
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