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Upside-Down In Politics

Strange things happen in politics
We cannot trust the polls
Life has its own dirty tricks
We can play divers roles
This is not business as usual
Always fight to save one's soul.

Things are upended in politics
Ignore the belligerent critiques
Everything happens in a season
For an un-intelligible reason
Nobody can predict the results
Of an election filled with insults.

Politics in many countries are very dirty
We all can see why. Politics are slushy
Voters lie. They mislead the pollsters
Who behave like palm readers
Like inexperienced magicians
So they can foul the naïve audience.

Things are pell-mell in politics
Life has its own yucky tricks
Everything occurs for an obscure reason
Under the lights of an unusual horizon
No anchors can predict the results
Of an election filled with assaults.

Copyright © November, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

HAPPENINGS

medium
 of necessities
in
the compass
   of 
      instinct
by
  the contemplative
reminescence
of
    coincidence

a stimulating
             force
of
a solitary
                 sound
of
an intelligible
                       echo
becomes...

a birth
   of ideas
              in spontaneous
thought
in fortuitous
chains
of circumstance

an anticipation
in chance
    atmospheric
        aurora
enigmatic
  yet prefigured
happenings

In-Dwelt

The apartment leaks footsteps,
it’s hard to avoid their featherweight padding.

Fabric and pith teach
walls how to speak;
fragmented recordings
that always threaten to utter
something intelligible.

Ears question,
closed eyes grope for answers.

They abide --- the indwellers,

they nightly rearrange,
whatever you thought was yours
as you daydream of being real.

The Indwellers

The apartment leaks footsteps.
Ghosts avoid their featherlight padding.

They dwell in the fabric and pith,
teaching the walls to speak;
fragmented recordings
always threatening to utter
something intelligible.

Who are they, what are they?
Such questions
only arise under closed eyes.

They abide

they arrange and restore
whatever you thought was yours
as you dream of being real.

Seven Days a Week

I scratch symbols out of a matted beard.
Fingertips as smooth as wave-worn pebbles
rattle on an invisible shoreline,
the sound is a kind of speech
a language that only spume and spray understand.
Seven days a week I listen;
rarely does the water translate
any intelligible meaning.
Nevertheless images rise
like dead half-eaten fish.
I pick at the bones and wish
for more impossible things.

Sans Mind and Body

Without mind and body, nowhere are you. 
Without thought and action you’re not you.

The end of an existence ~
Becomes the mark of a resurgence
Mind and body are loaded with emotions
Unattached and unaffected are the soul’s notions
The soul is indissoluble and never melts
It finds its stay in another form at somewhere else

Life and death are cyclical and inevitable
Your thoughts and actions only make you intelligible.



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Poems I Like, and Poems I Don'T

Cursed be the poem I cannot understand,
Cursed be the poet whose words flee like a swarm
All poems should be intelligible, even without a scan
I have no time into passable grammar to transform.
Nor do I enjoy reading with thesaurus in my hand
I like poems which make my aching heart warm,
I don’t mind a poem that is ardently partisan
I don’t even mind a poem that doesn’t conform.
An exceptional poem is usually one that is planned,
A poem that is structured in a recognizable form,
Don’t care for poems which put down woman or man
And enjoy most a story, one the poet might perform.
I like those poems which make me think, “I can!”
From the soul of the poet, they are clearly formed. 

Written June 1, 2022

A Little Aid

A sudden shift in human beings
     Not intelligible for animals.
     Started gaping at masters’ masks
     And noticed them frequently washing their hands. 
     All were confined to houses
     Fluorescent nights and empty roads. 
     In the dark silence of eerie,
     It was like a dumb city.
     A stray dog’s plight,
     Moved here and there to quench its appetite.
     Bins laughed dryly at the beast,
     Bequeathed a fist from my feast.

Love and Curse

Upon  the yellow soul of love, I quietly wept
Beneath the hand of fate, 
wreathed with fancies without a spirit;
and I knew all and all about it.
Yet  nothing questioned about it
Bathing reposefully in gentle torture,
Not a man nor an intelligible creature,
Captivated in this vessel like a body in nature
In four legged form that resembled bed
Long ago ,in this world, I never slept ,
Yet I reckoned death sometimes descended,
No doubt to conquer my chest,
And those times  was better if not the best,
There I relaxed as emptiness permit. 
Withdrawn to what I heard,
As my soul voiced what I felt,
Those are cursed know love not,
Yet those love not, they know not they are cursed,
And those, who love, are doomed to pain,
Those in pain of love know not they are blessed,
Though you know love not, I always murmured,
'cause my love is worthy to be remembered,
your love  to me ceremoniously in wilted heart I kept.

Whispered Words

hearing the word
              through
               the speech of God
said to them
            a voice in the ear
            an intelligible word
He put out His hand
           touched the mouth
inserted words
in many portions

a gracious preparation
illumed by the Spirit
            a revealed truth
from
a God who acts

a deposit of revealed truth
inspired
    to become inspiring
brought to mind
by
the Holy Spirit
                  with
divine intent
                  that teaches
as it
      touches
              salvation history

in many ways
                 God speaks
cumulative
                 revelations
from
outside of self
         found&
                     imparted
from within

a divine act
    of a poetic nature
       a secret reality
of counsel
of the Lord
                  released
into sweet
                fellowship
expressed
         by human nature
         in His image
by humanity
              enlarged
inspiration
              sanctified

whispers
       of oral
            transmission

Melanie Departed

MELANIE DEPARTED

Melanie departed. His habits cured her of moon-shine and bambi-eyes. The huge door slammed so tight and her deep footprints in the mud that night made it intelligible to even him that she never would return. This crystal clear taunt was haunting. A spectral of fear hung like a teardrop chandelier, ready to loose a torrent of vacuous time….tick tick tick

tHe raFTers dark and eerIE
      CrEak
the cyclone in his head wh-O-rls
         and the O-cean of his stomach drops
a ghost’s in flight
  its chAIns
they claNG against the treMblinG Ceiling
portenTIOUS stars where light shouLd shiNe
      a shadow stuns, IT PeeKS 
at him, smiling so vaingl-O-riously 
  he faints

as he revives
  he opens up his eyes
     a green sheet with holes for eyes, speaks

“b..o..o”

      he loses his booze
   runs from that O-pen space
the chains they r U m B l e

   the apparition gives it straight,

“your d...e...a...d fool”

8/5/2019

Here Everybody Drains the Swamp

Here everybody drains the swamp
The chunks of toxic glitter
And brazen meat
Intelligible only to the daunted fool
Who filled it so
Pour the acid wash
Of peace and indulgence
To cleanse the slop o’ plenty
Time for mixes and fixes
That clear paths meant
For hot-air balloon rides
The kind that tussle deep in minds
Your liquid child
Who gulps, swallows and bears
The scorekeeper’s duties
Flits to the sounds of no one
The barracks are full this morning
Everyone spent from their rustic tasks
And yet for each
An adventure conducted
A melee for the me, the you
Which song was meant for
Nature, well-planted
Well-colored and ready to play
Nurture, whipped and spun
By the gunslinger’s steady hand
Brought together by
The collective spirit
Lurking in each room
Strewn, lathered across
Each chaise lounge
Splashing, soaking
In the wet, cool debris
Healthy debris
Doggy bags supplied
To bring home
The leftovers
Eager to be consumed.

(6/10/18)

Ancient Mental Technicians and Wishing Magicians

Intelliangelical state of mind/ state of shine
A Crooked cuffed commitment won't be my contentment
Time will tell truth 
Proof it's in the put-in
Please no cardiac arrest in my thoughts
Brainwashed influence of the masses 
seasoned leaves fallen, hearts lost and fall in apart
will never break my heart as a whole unified with my tax bracket .
Now how tragic

in order to be above the new order 
just number 24 slam dunk on em like magic
As u develop your plot 
I develop my system of thoughts
Create an intelligible  system better the the system that's taught
Anticipating every action that is morally naught
Humanitarian king akhenaten feeling
Caused ameri-mirror  modern slave Egypt
Got me utilizing every ability with edict

Electrocyst

some electrons have been here
since the beginning of time
electrons prove their reality
by making "Big Bang Theory" intelligible
by turning a subatomic nebula
into Sheldon Cooper's face
locked in Hare Krishna trance
living room of decadence
sinking into deep abyss
as our skill in physics soars

Saturday Morning

Distant babble, a shout, an egg beater,
What does the clock say?
More noise, a dream dancing just beyond memory’s reach,
Where are my glasses?
6:45, no, 8:54
I found them on the sill.
Down one, then two floors,
The babble becomes intelligible.

Mom’s answering emails
Bob plays Toy Crush
I see Zac reading
Despite the lack of hush

Lydea and Becca make us pancakes,
No, it’s muffins that they make.
What kind is still in question
Because the batter isn’t done.


Violet yells at random people,
But she is only four.
She throws a yellow tape measure,
It skitters across the floor.

Haylee’s still asleep 
How, I do not know.
But in her sleep she misses
What is going on below.

Dad is at the temple
Diligently serving God
He wants his family all to know
That his devotion is still strong.

Saturdays and family
Are pretty much the best.
Except for when my mom says
“Now clean up your huge mess.”

Still I wouldn’t trade them for the world
Though into it I’m being hurled
And when I think of imminent leaving 
My heart in two is slowly cleaving
But it’s time to go 
So they should know,
I’ll keep them close to me.

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