A quiet love outlives the turning years,
It bends through storms yet never asks to rest,
It hums beneath the weight of hidden fears.
It learns to lose and still be softly blessed,
A fragile thread that will not tear apart,
Though every night it fails the silent test.
It guards a fire that trembles in the heart,
And stands against the sharpest edge of pain,
Yet yields its breath before it turns to art.
For love can war, but cannot war in vain,
It fights the world with gentle, open hands,
Till one soft word can break it like the rain.
“Stay not,” it hears and all it understands,
Is love can live, but dies when it disbands.
Genuine contentment* is gain against greed's blight
Sans carnal cravings of selfish heart’s reign
While sufficiency bursts midst sharing delight.
Let’s chase not earthly wealth with temporal strain
Knowing that satisfaction matters most
Along kindness upon reaching-out terrain.
Grateful to God for blessings, heavenly dosed
Our spirits are filled with joy, serenely divine
As we care to give cheerfully, never to boast.
With prayer to keep our faith to shine
Bouncing from fall due to covetous heart
We now move on, fulfilling goodness-design.
Triumphantly contented to do our part
Every day is a fresh radiant start.
*1Timothy 6:6 ... Godliness with contentment is great gain. 1Timothy 6:11 ...O man of God, ...follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.
April 22, 2026
2nd place, "2026-04-02 Write a Beautiful Terza Rima" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/2/2026
Forget about money and power
Life is indeed a divine gift
From the Almighty God of every hour
From the Eternal Spirit which can lift
The entire Universe with one finger
A divine gift must be respected at all times
Cease all stupid and useless wars and crimes
Against Humanity, civility, decency and compassion
“Thou Shall Not Kill”. Seek salvation and benediction
Rather than the curses and anathemas of the Almighty
If you don’t pay, your grandchildren will pay – without mercy
Love is a true panacea and life, a divine treasure
Karma forgets nothing. Regardless, there will be a future
The wheel is turning, and, without a doubt, it will come to a stop somewhere.
Money and power, for their part, will lead you nowhere.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my mother on the occasion of her birthday.
Thank you to God, Mom and Dad for the Gift of Life. Thank you for this longevity.
Happy Birthday to all those born in the month of April.
Copyright © April 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
"INDEED"
It is MAGIC indeed
When the dove disappears
The thin black cloth
Banished what was revealed.
It is SORCERY indeed
When you're caught by a spell
You believe every sound
Of the mage's bell.
It is UNFORTUNATE indeed
When you're bewitched by words
Blinded by tales
You treat stone as gold.
It is DANGEROUS indeed
When its veiled by tears
Your soul will be confined
In darkness for years.
It is FUNNY indeed
When you got fooled by a clown
He's cheering you up
While bringing you down
It's magic , sorcery,
Unfortunate, dangerous and funny.
For you have the keenest eyes
Yet you fail to see.
Inspired by being a Chosen One.
May I be Your Chosen One indeed
By Michelle Morris
27/11/2025
Oh, Lord, I come to You
I know I am small and trying
Thank You for Your Grace
Thank You for Your alignments
There's so much water
Water that has come to drown
Sometimes I feel there's this storm
That never wants to leave my town
You gave me a boat for safety
But I steered close to the rocks
When the Darkness barred my way
My system seemed to go into shock
But You were always the Light
You made a way where there was no way
You gave me Hope each time
Hope to try again another day
You gave me wings to fly
But I was afraid to leave the cliffs
It took so much Hope and Faith
To release the fear of my Happiness
You gave me numerous souls
To test me and to help me grow
I never would have known my Strength
If I had an easier Life to show
And as much as I'm tired of being Job
I believe my Path and my Truth
I thank You for Your Gifts
That my Light continues to shine through
Oh, Lord, I kneel to You
I am filled with Your Love and Peace
Thank You for my Angel Mission
May I be Your Chosen One indeed
© Michelle Morris, 2025
some fires yield a heroic breed
When dancing round your handbag on the dance floor was a thing.
When Bowie was major Tom and Elvis was king.
When your only worry was what to ware on a Friday night.
When your tops were midriff and your skirts were tight.
When you got home from the night club and fell through the door.
When you crawled up the stairs being sick on the floor.
When you climbed into bed still wearing your shoes.
The room spinning from too much booze.
Mascara running, lipstick smudged all over your face.
Hair full of sick. what a disgrace
Happy days indeed
Essence Poem.
No need, indeed, chaff and chatter,
Positive hocus focus, doesn't matter.
Indeed blest to do well with zest
Nourished beyond existence-best
Delighting in pursuing sublime quest
Endeavoring for joyous victorious crest
Exercising faith, vanquishing doubt’s pest
Dear heart of mine dwells serenely in God’s nest.
Blooming despite barrenness’ test
Lovely while looking graciously dressed
Exuberant every day, gratitude is expressed
Sharing gifts of mercy and peace toward the rest
Triumphant* life keeps on reaching-out, indeed blest.
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
April 15, 2025
3rd place, "Write Eleven Beautiful Lines" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/16/2025
True beauty, indeed (to all number-theorists),
reveals the distribution of the primes.
Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists
of a defender that we praise in rhymes.
Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector all times
keeps to shield city, child, and princess bride;
or King Priam's grace for thoughtless Paris's crimes,
rather than wrath for his treach'rous regnocide.
What beauty is not, is Euclid mortified,
if Riemann's Hypothesis's not in sight,
or the Zeta function's proof verified
(for the spread of primes) gives zero insight.
But beauty is what frames your lovely face:
which even shames Helen of the Trojan race!
What would we do without good friends?
You know, the one we can depend.
The one that always lends an ear.
Our friend who listen's, that is sincere.
You know the friend that's always there.
The heart of gold that always cares.
A friend that could be miles apart.
They hold a place true in your heart.
A friend whose there through thick and thin.
The one whose love comes from within.
The one that knows when chips are down.
They can make you laugh by being the clown.
The one that just picks up that phone.
Which make you feel you're not alone.
When that phone rings, it makes your day.
It brings you close, not far away.
That friend that makes you feel at ease.
Whilst creating lasting memories.
The one that does too much to mention.
And always comes with good intentions.
You know friendship is a powerful force.
This is something I must reinforce.
So here's to friends that help succeed.
Because a friend in need is a friend indeed!
Totally unable to create
anything with so many
ads i upgraded to lifetime
only to be able to turn off
unwanted ads Indeed I'm
patient enough to wait
unwanted ads just can't
be forever they just can't
They work
They toil
But nothing they receive
They cry
So loud to the lords
But it seems
It is all in vain
What should they do?
Sit and wait for death
Or
Go to the streets
To find survival
Alas!
The poor find life hard
However much
They over work.
it's deeds not a race
shall we ever understand!?
behavioral deeds
Life is a very long movie
Life is a brief biography
Life is not an encyclopedia
But a book of several chapters
Life is a garden of flowers
Do not blame Wikipedia
For the bad, fake or false stories
People love tragic or faulty memories
Please forgive the darn Media
The writers, the reporters, the journalists
Who have failed to expose the racists
The rapists, the killers, and the liars
Life is full of surprises and nightmares
Life is made of many sporadic dreams
Bring the lanterns, bring the beams
Our world is sinking in a dark hole
It's obvious that every day is not Super bowl
Life behaves like a roller-coaster
Wear the belt, danger is around the corner
Life is made of ups and downs
Horrors, chaos, innuendoes, stories
Souvenirs, fun and bad memories
Do your job, and ignore the clowns
Life is awesome, awkward and unpredictable
Life is strange, weird, different and delectable
Life is indeed a malayalam movie
Life is a short biography.
Copyright© March,2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
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