Pulling at the knots, the noose became ever tighter,
each strand of string looping,
clinging tightly to one another.
Hands trembling, I sought to unravel its might
yet the harder I tugged, the deeper the night.
It resisted me at every motion,
binding me to the shame I thought
I could disown.
Each twist, and knot within a knot
were where my skills had amounted to nought; null; worthless.
Despite the frenzied desperation, the knot held.
Why
another failure?
Yet as I came to see; maybe knots aren't necessarily a bad thing.
Like the sewing, where without a knot
one could not finish a seam,
or upon a wooden bridge,
where wearied travelers might praise the builder
for leaving knotted handholds in their wake.
Perhaps one day I might even say
"I'm glad I failed on that day".
For though I have indisputably failed,
the knot has shown me my bounds,
not defeat; but rather a testimony.
A map of flaws I would no longer hide,
a vanishing mirror to be glanced back at
only briefly during my strides.
Dear old man,
My quill quivers.
How do I glorify you,
With only ink, not gold?
Oh lady Calliope,
Lift my soul.
A pin drowned in an ocean of words.
Guide my conscience with notions,
Dearth of words I face,
To sculpt my father's grandeur.
A shrunken, grainy face is all that's left.
Struggles, unparalleled for eternity
Spine bows, for the weight he bears.
A warrior bending his knees to fate.
Wounds he has procured,
A soldier indisputably.
Laments the injustice once and twice,
Yet, prefers seclusion.
No more wars he seeks to wage,
On his own kinds.
The past shoots arrows at him,
Bleeding eyes and shattered bones.
How can one slip such agony?
And forgive his enemy.
Yet, still, Calliope,
Though you guide.
The shaking of my hand,
Hardly lets me carve his story.
Despite your hand over mine,
How do I shape an epic?
If you're good or you’re bad
If you’re happy or sad
If you’re angry or glad
You are human
If you're bald or you're hairy
Or fearful or scary
If you’re brave or wary
You’re human
If you hate scrubbing floors
Or repainting your doors
Then you are indisputably…
Human
If you sing like a lark
Or your voice is a bark
Or you howl in the dark
You are human
If you’re normally nice
But you’ve made a device
To put rats on ice
You’re still human
If you order your cat
To go catch that rat
Then you’re daft as a bat
But you’re human
If you locked all your doors
Due to Texas Chainsaws
Shunned the sea after ‘Jaws’
That’s just human
But if you, unlike me
Didn’t cry in E.T.
Then I hereby decree
You ain't human
A brand new candidate got elected
The present incumbent got ejected
Lambasted and rejected
‘Tis another novel dawn in America
‘Tis another extraordinary day at the plaza
Of love, unity, justice, far from any drama.
The streets are full of happy citizens
The children are playing safely in the streets
Bring the flags; bring the food and the sheets
To have festive barbeques under the tents
‘Tis the time to be elated
A new President got anointed.
There is a patriotic rainbow in the sky
America's nightmare is indisputably over
Our hope is well, reborn, alive and high
‘Tis another dawn of togetherness and power
Power to the People who've been yearning for better days
Long live America! It's time to wane the blaze and the haze.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Albert Einstein was an interesting guy,
Indisputably smart and reputedly shy.
His legacy's statistical,
But had he been more egotistical,
Instead of E=mc2, he might have called his theory "Me, myself, and pi".
Indisputably bankrupted deux times
boardings on stalled windows
Recession unproofed
bundles of betwichted people aloff
clumsily lost Waitrose
and still the Fairfield roof leaks
Queens gardens is no longer bespoke
its tenable for climbing children
We've still not lost the war
culture exists
and I'm eternally grateful
Poets Anonymous
and Poets hour at the library
provides the same echo
of the past
Righteousness In Distress
Many indisputably dreaded lunacy ensued yet hoped there is no hell
On a dim corner, the deposed 2017 president wiggle in his dank cell
Fake hero inside a fat ego in Moscow, waggle bloody fists of outrage
Nothing tragic happens if neurons are at bay and not on a rampage!
Societal issues is like week old bread without slivers of magic butter
Words embellished with hot air eventually sink masses in iced water
Sword of justice seizes a mad czar and a true charlatan alleged holy
If evil doers cramp your insides, chomp anti-acid, dump your worry!
Penned: 09/23/2022
Aboard cruise liner:
Rhapsody of the Seas
Haifa, Israel
I engaged her in a passionate Tango
While I checked her bank account
Almost suffered from a seizure
At the vast disclosed amount
So I wined her and i dined her
And I set out to seduce
And to my amazement
I thought she’d fallen for my ruse.
We waltzed and we quickstepped
Around the ballroom floor
Until I suddenly realised
I couldn’t dance anymore
Then, she enrolled me, controlled me
And with such consummate skill
She guided me, and she plied me
Until I complied with her will.
Such an expert choreographer
As I soon learnt to my cost
And by the Last Waltz accepted
I’d indisputably lost
It’s a marriage of great passion
And we regularly grab the chance
To celebrate our union
In the intimacy of the dance.
Now we Tango and we Foxtrot
Through a carefree type of life
I’m the epitome of contentment
Thanks to my rich and loving wife.
They say we’re a handsome couple
As we welcome and explore
The pleasures of our existence
On life’s exciting ballroom floor.
White skin wins in White Territory
With its ever celebrated White History;
The West wielding its Western Mandamus,
Not bothered that I’m no ignoramus.
White skin flourishes in the White World,
Where it sits like a Final Word:
Judges with their Stylish Neutrality
Their whistle blasting a Fair Partiality.
White Skin remains epidermal Snow,
Scarcely telling skin rashes “No”
Freely awarding each publicity
and for this promoting losing docility.
Indisputably lighter in color
But – Alas _ easily gets duller,
As the wearer fatefully gets older
Or the sun rays, its determined folder…
So is white skin finer than black?
Former and latter to not walk a track?
In Openness does black slack
But the White’s Openness wires it a whack!
Positively,
Definitely,
Absolutely,
Certainly
Irreversibly,
Undeniably,
Unerringly,
Reliably
Categorically,
Indisputably,
Unfalteringly,
Irrefutably
Undoubtedly,
Irrevocably,
Unquestionably,
Unequivocally...
... FINAL!
Maybe.
Odds are indisputably in our favor
But for those who are starting to waiver
Keep the faith
Keep a happy face
Time heals, thanks to nurses and doctors
You always eat a sandwich with a knife and a fork
You don't think of bacon when you think of pork
You'd likely drop dead from mayonnaise on bread
You'd rather drink wine than beer with a head
You take off your shoes when you enter a house
You don't hug and kiss women in front of your spouse
You sport a clean handkerchief up near the top of your suit
You sport galoshes in the rain instead of shoe boots
You hail from a country that's indisputably European
Unlike your counterpart ~ a Mark Twain Missou-RI-an
Carney, Tightrope, A Song For You
plus so many more
Instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, mentor
Claude Russell Bridges — Leon Russell (1942-2016)
One of Oklahoma’s finest
One of America’s finest
His voice the perfect blend of annoying
nasal-rub, blues-massage, sandpaper over soul
and bleeding-emotion-on-steroids
As Hank Wilson he simply put an exclamation point
on “America’s music” — Country
Music to hate
Music to love
either way
music
indisputably raw
Tradition says, “Rest in Peace”
I say, “Blow their minds, wherever you are.”
When the colors of sorrow fade away,
When the leaves come back to life,
When the shadows of the past finally lifts up,
When living went rife,
What an enchanted illusion,
Reality is, like a lullaby
For we are still children,
Grown enough to cry,
When the people start to love,
Another not because they are bound,
And life will be beautiful,
Like the ocean breeze and dulcet sounds.
For what life has taught us is,
More than we can soak in,
But the virtue of living,
Depends on all our sins.
When the colors starts to fill again,
When the leaves starts to fall,
When the shadows become people,
When living unheard the call,
What a surprise,
This life brings,
It indisputably lies ahead,
Like night after day
And morning after night,
If only it could stop,
And change the course of time,
Oh what a wonder that would be,
If life was played,
Just like a game,
And a game no to be won,
Loved cherished and understood,
For the same.
When people begin to leave,
And scars come back again,
When life is all about giving,
And it all is back to normal
Again.
Oh what a strange illusion
Reality is.
There was a florist in southern McNungus
Sloppily smeared with soil humongous.
Customers suspected something was wrong
When proof arrived indisputably strong:
His ears displayed five varieties of fungus.
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