Software that’s deployed incomplete,
we are expected to go with the flow.
Agile is supposed to put people first?
I’m looking at a slew of burnt out staff.
Expectations without the proper tools,
I’m not really a fan of looking like a fool.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
The patrons who choose our business
notice the consistent inconsistencies.
Drops, outages, and all flavors of ‘Fail’
are not supposed to be commonplace.
Piling on more the experts won’t survive,
nothing will be left of a fine tuned skillset.
Quality or quantity? An ancient argument.
There is a line I fear we have crossed.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
Junk-bait replaced an aspirational brand.
Is that what we are destined to say?
Well I’ll be damned if I let master class die.
Trash is trending and we have a reputation.
Flexible doesn’t mean sacrifice soundness.
I don’t ever want to hear ‘Remember when..’
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
We were taught that battles are of steel,
A clamour of voices in a distant field,
The geography of the external threat ,
A name of curse , a debt to be collected.
We hone our wit like a sharpened stone
To crack the shell of a neighbour's ego,
To point out the cracks, the small
inconsistencies ,
Thinking this is how a victory is built,
One defeated conversation at a time.
But it is a shallow house that stands on smoke,
Built by the one who points the shortest finger.
For true architecture is done in quiet dark,
Not on the map but in the muscle of the heart.
The deepest and most perilous topography
is the intricate labyrinth of our own self,
The architect knows the final enemy,
He sees the vast and creeping edifice,
The great, formless thing within that whispers:
Build for me. Point the finger outwards,
Forget the cracks in your own foundation.
To face this shadow is a secret war,
Where we learn to use the chisel on ourselves,
To chip away the structures of conceit
And stand, not in victory over another,
But simply and purely with the truth.
delirious and incoherent
or deceived and undermined
often the woman in his life
caused such.
His wealth allowed him to
afford the company of
beautiful women some of which
were neither friendly or kind
his current beau was rumored
to be involved with several men
through the area
One said she like a cat
impulsiveness, and agreeableness
allowed her to seem kind yet to know her
and those that did often keep a certain distance
keeping a level of distance to obtain
a friendship the optimal level of intimacy
where she'd seemed busier than she actually was.
inconsistencies were often laughed off
a smile and kiss a romp now and then
she thought it would satisfy him, leaving her to appear
unapproachable and real opposed to eagerness
or over eagerness, loving and kind.
A friend of her.
A lonely wind tells me its secrets
Treats me to its scented memories
Apologizes for its inconsistencies
While hiding in a slow rising fog
She claims she is but a pawn
Held hostage by the sun and sea
Warm vapors stir the forming clouds
Icy waters chill the air below
The battle sweeps her into its path
Spins her in a tornadic dance
An unseen sun calls the devils tune
A drumroll as warming waters roil
And yet her sister lifts a falling leaf
Sets it gently on a chilling lawn
Riffles the marching rows of corn
Colors the cheeks of school bound children
Thus, she bids a hurried farewell
For stillness is the harbinger of fate
On leaving blows an icy kiss
As friends arrive in hoar frost coats
Love meets us where we are
and sees through
Our disguises
Our guises
Our performances
Our nuances
Our expectations
Our innovations
Our convictions
Our contradictions
Our excellencies
Our inconsistencies
Love greets us where we are
Sees right through us
and does not run away
For most of my life, I had heard it said,
'Follow your heart.' It made sense to me,
but there was a measure of vagueness.
Only a few years ago did I hear someone say,
'Do not follow your heart; LEAD your heart'.
Someone has also said, 'Lead, follow, or get
out of the way. ' What shall I then do?
Upon hearing the word, LEAD, I knew immediately.
I knew that my heart did not have the leadership
qualities required to navigate this journey of mine.
I knew that my heart reeked with inconsistencies.
At times, it was indecisive, weak, and worried.
At times, it displayed both surprises and deceit.
With such traits, how could my heart be depended
upon to lead me through the hills and valleys of life?
I needed decisiveness, strength, confidence, and faith.
I needed something, someone, greater than me or my heart.
That is where Christ and His teaching came in with answers.
Consistency is key isn't it not?
Then why does it feel like a chore rather than a reward?
Nobody gives you a road map on life
So why are there so many pressures from wrong to right?
Inconsistency has been a part of my whole life
Whether I knew it or not
But that's the thing
Little girls and little boys are constantly told
How to act
How to be
How to become just the thing their parents need
But never how to be free
Free from limitations of themselves and this 'such cruel world' they're preached about
"This world is a dangerous place"
Then show me what to do
Instead of putting all these things in my head of what I should want to do
Show me how to be cautious but true to myself
Because you've never done that now
Oh I'm so sorry if this feels like too much to ask
But I'm tired of not knowing who I want to be, who I could be, who I will always be
The real me
Regardless of you or this world
I'm done
For the first time in my life, I want to be me
Eccentric, silly, fun-loving me
Writings of a storm cold
The house gently
Creaks
From icy winds pressing against
Exteriors whilst slipping
Through
Small inconsistencies.
Sleet dances against window panes.
Piling glass against glass,
Particulates of infinite possibilities.
Fractals dancing down,
Tap dancing on rooftops.
I sit at kitchen table,
Bundled from the cold.
My only friend and partner, a
Dancing flame from candle
Casting shadows upon the walls.
Words scratching valleys and
Mountains across vast white expanse.
Scratching eloquence..
Moving still.
Plumes of billowy
exhale
surround my head
Like a haloed angel.
Tonalities of gray, from white to
A Dark and shadowy blackness.
Reaching out,
Ever growing,
Like the reach of sea creatures lost beneath vast depths.
Here I sit,
Staged against the cold.
A storm of ice,
From liquids fallen from skies with stories
Told.
I am their conductor.
Dance for me of wind,
Whisper in mine ear.
Settle still o house of moaning temperance
Against a northernly wind.
All the while my quill to
Parchment
Sliding out visions painted by verbiage.
For one, I am small and increase the body of reverse
As love and hate enter space and time without poles
The largeness of sleep and dimensional reality
Going into a law of consistent inconsistencies
Raw the cost never leaves into laughter
By his own facts which enlist varied gods
Sex is the validation unto which is declaration
To make intent stronger and mind no speak into the certainty
Twisting and turning where skills are refused
War seems skill
War seems knowledge
Also fight
Yet experience makes cry and far as you run
The earth makes sure of variation
To watch through the glass
By expectancy and obliterate
It has been the patriot to call love
So the squeeze will leave as rendered outside of the king
Available as throwing the towel in
Because the lights among us would offer rationale
As tossing in self sacrifice is the magnified gain
Old friends make more dinner in adverse
Guessing without a train nails part
Mission would herald the boarding bite so clear
Her words and actions are conflicting
inconsistencies and quirky thoughts
going through the motions
and playing your part
aa man can get tired of the samethang
wondering what spell you're in
wondering if things might change
creating distance guess you're not
commitment minded but you wish to
think you are
you express interest in me
only to have your way
undermining my sincerity
or maybe it's me
it could be
identifying myself as
yours
maybe it's me
that's a possibility
people like to make you
believe everything
about you is wrong
you should never convince someone to
make time for you
From S[lit D Ring
She acts weird so that if you talk about
the person she allows you to know
is completly different
then the pperson she is.....
I losted the reed to my oboe
and was upset. She used the condition
of my emotional state
to create a situation.
Is it past tramua effecting us
or mix signaling.
I cannot see untainted,
The world without the warping windows.
I fail to make, for I am merely
An illusion of inconsistencies
Stolen from society.
I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains
start to
spill.
The buttons on a blouse,
the proportions of her face,
the rules of a tennis court,
Lost in this familiar place.
The simple essay makes me think.
A pen out of ink.
We shrink.
What will happen when I experience
The real world?
Get a grip
And grow up.
Need I keep watching your pretences:
You're good only at using tenses!
And I need not mind your courtesies:
Put you I have in parenthesis,
Catholic your inconsistencies,
On this could write a Master's Thesis.
Now, it's certain you're no monument,
Though fabulous your emolument,
Much cash left after picked ornament,
Never had cost much: sought liniment...
Need I keep observing your movements
That translate not into improvements?
To a passerby gross engagement
Or a reason for disparagement...
Confer I shall with the New Management.
Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Christmas carols and bells, bright stars and pine trees
With light snowfall can create a winter wonderland.
What a spectacle of lights and divine beauty
The whole world celebrates awesomely
The birthday of Jesus Christ born in Africa
What a shock for the entire Diaspora!
Baby Jesus was different, that’s why
From the crèche they wanted to sacrifice and crucify
Him, their goal was to kill Him like a goat
Which they did, but He returned. It’s time to gloat.
The Messiah can be a subject of controversies
Deceptions, propaganda, polemics and inconsistencies
Oh! This is Noël, let’s rejoice and enjoy the feasts
At least and at last in this joyous season, let’s live in peace.
Copyright © December 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Trickster, it's crystal clear you profess to
claim your innocence of being ethical and
loyal. yet on the other hand many red flags
revealed your inconsistencies. Trickster
unobservant you pulled evidence from your
pockets unaware like a magician pulling the
evidence like a rabbit out of a hat. Trickster,
you incessantly elude to accept the truth, you're
unhealed actions may be something from past
events that seem to imprison your mind.
Trickster no I'm not delusional to convince me
I'm clueless and continually disowning the truth.
Trickster why are the constant hollering and screaming
for the courses of action you created.
Voided spaces
Empty
Empty
Lost in white
Vast in whiteness
Blank expression
Senseless senseless
Far mirage, a point of reference
Blank control, no direction
Inconsistencies consistent
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