Today’s youth, we all agree, have gone to Hell
With literature and poetry as well,
While, lamentably, these youths we can’t control,
They should take care to dance to rock and roll.
I did
I
Apparently
Blindly
Cautiously
Delicately
Enthusiastically
Falteringly
Gracefully
Haphazardly
Innocently
Jokingly
Kaleidoscopically
Lamentably
mostly Masterfully
not Necessarily
Obviously Ostentatiously
Playfully but Practically
Questionably
Readily
Silently
Thankfully
Unusually
Vivaciously
Wickedly
eXcellently
Youthfully
Zestfully
Changed my mind.
© Sangeet Portals, October 2022
We, occasionally, fall in love with the right person
With the perfect, the immaculate or the wrong one
We’re naturally numb
When we fall in love
We’re lamentably dumb
Regarding the emotions circling above
It is scandalous, harrowing and exasperating
When we fall in love with the wrong person
It is cockamamie, bizarre and disheartening
When we dive and die in a quaggy relationship
Taking is a chance is suicidal; it is a noxious hardship
To give up and gamble so much for an ingrate
For a sorry hypocrite who can only fork over a fatal fate
When we fall in love, we search for a superb union, fun
Peace, respect, affection, compatibility, and comprehension.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
From the green canopy of the sprawling park
dawn’s sun streamed through aperture of foliage.
Birds’ early twitter trickled through my window,
time to be up, to be with the ambiance of nature.
I used to go out to the park perennially pepped up
with the youthful bundle of energy and vigour.
Jogged as long as I could in the crisp and cool air,
as my routine exercise of daily heavy workout.
Fleeting feet barely touched the shifting ground,
disheveled strands of hair swirled out of bound,
stimulated heart pounded the sweating chest hard,
I felt the flow of adrenaline rushing to the brain.
That was joyful then, so long long ago,
sands of time have since slipped through fingers,
youth’s shriveled vestige, sapped by drained verve,
the legs grounded infirm refuse now to even walk.
Still the morning sun shines, the early birds sing
unseen and unheard, outside my old window.
I turn sleepless on the bed, don’t get up, go out.
This is rueful now, and lamentably I face it.
August 11, 2019
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Seeking a Helping Hand
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10/2016
If you’re disinclined to work
Don’t issue commands,
And it won’t serve you well
Sitting with face in your hands;
Working smarter is one answer
But not some lucky charm,
Let the hand you’re seeking
Be attached to your own arm.
Requesting a helping hand
Has lamentably came to be,
Believing a hand of help is extended
And seldom sought by me;
Now, its aforethought,
Rather than a course of last resort;
And anything less than this
I feel I’m coming up short.
This shallow foreland once populated
by Lowestoft people till in 'fifty three
a storm surging high tide inundated
dwellings lamentably lost to the sea.
Former homes replaced by concrete commerce
were sheltered behind a defiant wall,
where years later gathered Christians diverse
to greet the Easter sunrise; after all
only to be met with grey skies and snow
that covered the Salvation Army band.
No sign of the sun, we sang with gusto
to warm ourselves in this bitter wasteland.
No cliffs here to defy a raging sea,
just faith shared clasping a mug of tea.
SOLILOQUE
.................
Alone in the way; without seeing even a single way amongst thousand ways. But he could see a lamp where cobblers and emperors stand together, lamentably begging.
Some of them were not reluctant even to steal the iris of the God.
And their prayers turned out to be a question towards the God.
Went back.
Free from edifice.
Since then, never prayed.
One cannot worship the flowers of prayer with the thorn of appeal; cannot touch either.
Once, at an unforgettable time of loving experience, God asked me.
Is there anything to be appealed?
undoubtedly answered.
Nothing but love; to give and take.
This heart itself is notes of love and the offertory as well.
Songs of love by obliterating heaven and hell.
Wrap up my heart with your esteemed love.
Melt me down with your thermal love.
The backs have turned on me as they have turned on you,
They've drawn throughout my face all evil marks they knew,
And now they seem to see my whites as if they're black,
My every gift is met as if it was attack.
So what do they expect of me to be divine?
To let them hurt me on and on and say it's fine?
To follow Jesus and to turn another cheek?
Or to be locked away from them and named a freak?
Lamentably I see what made your wings go dark,
I do not judge you for it's them who drawn the mark,
The evil mark upon your face. While all we needed then,
Was sympathetic hug to make us see again.
Forgive me for I judged the evil brute you are,
Forgive me for I judged you only from afar.
ON LAWS AND FLAWS
All the laws of common sense do not apply to me
All of them only lamentably and lasciviously lie to me
All the rules of logic do not relate to me
All of them only serve to belabor and berate me
All the common sense in the world is of no concern to me
They only represent things I will never learn to me
I am engaged to no one nor do I plan any meaningful meeting
And any fancies I might find are unfruitful and far too fleeting
All the facts of affections have no affect on me
All my atrocious acts totally represent and reflect on me
All the policies and politics of politeness don’t pertain to me
And the concerns of consideration mean only other’s people’s pain to me
My lack of common sense is not common to say the least
While my acts of inconsideration have indecently increased
More than likely my fancies will fade as ice melts in the sun
And the anger of people I’ve harmed keep me ever on the run
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Sit me here without merriment have I
Me teacher to I say
Ascertain this thing called Pi
Be fuddled be fluxed be fizzled
Me brain light just dies.
Stand me here what lavish leading tones sings I
Me teacher to I say
Sing the words-vocalize
Loudly Laudably Laughingly
Me soul un lamentably does rise.
Saturated me-self in what knowledge have I
Me teacher to I say
Graduate this day and be baptized
Apprized with fisheyes
Me soul doth now say banzai
""REVEALING FREEDOM, PEACE, LIFE, PERFECT TRUTH BELITTLES NO ONE ULTIMATELY!" LIES OFFER
THE SAME TO THE LATTER THROUGH THEIR MISCONCEPTION OF THIS KNOWING IN TURN ONLY AN
ASSUMING DEATH.
OH BUT IF IT NOT FOR GOD'S GRACE... WHERE THEN NOW TODAY WOULD I BE... ?""
Rocks treadled whereupon varying each one knowing the likeness in kind gravel;
cachinnating lieu erroneous doggerel evermore evolving winding roads machinate
capitulating professing their eminent universal proposals.
Priceless, prudent, discernment-certain mid them remaining conjoined, verity's whisperings
divine; felicitous basking harmonious thereupon crying out forevermore; lamentably...
though-eager; viable their treasures... neglected-they're often-cast beyond... .
Proven always overtly granted-abiding amid gathered-up by the-acceptance the fact of this
broken-through their error, made-amenable bartering in view of this themselves time and
again; offering themselves another-another gander within, the truth; of God our Creator... .
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