In my country
For you to make sense
You need to have money
For you to be respected
You have to throw money around
For you to find love
You need to have money.
Every effect
A cause
A man's wife may either
"Make" or "break" him
Everyone has their
own style of expressing things.
Forgetting we're souls
Not the body
The soul is limitless
And the body is very limited
We're from the infinite source
Never to be limited to substance or things but purpose.
To many lines now crossed!! Putin weighs carefully the
Odds..Stakes are nuclear by now to many (stupid sods!)
Pushed the row ' Heads must roll.' They will pay their own
Toll.' Gay-ne of function..and its resultant unction?
Perhaps we should enter into the more sustainable world
Functions.?
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
When you don't know what to do.
Open this and it will speak to you!
Don't listen to a Religious man.
Get a translation you can understand.
In Luke's book 24:45 you will find.
Jesus had to open the Disciples minds!
Without God, you won't understand.
This book is His spiritual rescue plan.
We're born spiritually dead, alive in flesh.
About God and this life, we can only guess.
Hearing, seeing, smelling, touch and taste.
Yet spiritually blind, the whole human race.
In a physical plane that is finite too.
But an infinite spiritual world is all around you.
Jesus said he came to give sight to the blind.
He's called "The Word!" cause he'll open our mind.
Just pick this book up at least 30 minutes a day.
"Open my mind and heart!" is what you should pray!
Suddenly the plain words on the pages come alive.
And your spirit within begins to thrive!
You'll see things are deeper than they appear to be.
Because God will show you what the "Doubting World can't see.
Our minds are blinded due to our sins.
Just repent, ask God for help and they'll reopen again!
The weather got cold. He went out on the town -
a duck bought a new jacket of down.
He made his selections. His shopping bag full -
a sheep bought a new coat of wool.
He swiveled his head. His eyes went down the rack -
a crow found only suits colored black.
As I Turn Gray
As I turn gray, the music fades,
Melodies lost in the echo of days.
Consciousness swarms me, a ceaseless tide,
Drowning in thoughts I cannot hide.
The colors blur, once vivid, now pale,
Chained by shame—too weak to prevail.
Neither to move, nor to flee,
Trapped in time, a ghost of me.
Yesterday lingers, tomorrow looms,
Regret and doubt fill hollowed rooms.
The weight of years, heavy and deep,
A restless mind that never sleeps.
Today, I am older than yesterday,
Alone with years that waste away.
Too young to be wise, too old to dream,
Turning eighteen, yet unseen.
With limited capacity
I write to you.
Poems, letters and say
whatever feels true.
With limited capacity
I face the God like world,
raise my flag and with limited strength
I do go to war.
With limited capacity
I accept or deny.
With limited capacity
I had to come and I will bid goodbye.
Our stories,
they never becomes invaluable,
we just follow the other's
with our ignorable sadness and sighs.
With limited capacity
although it is cruel, it is a rule. Why ?
That we never get to know,
and the fact that will strike
eternally like an arrow,
you and I shall have nothing
to remember us by.
(07 December 2024)
Limited moments remaining,
Under a thousand stars,
Work yet to be done for living,
The best I can do as fars.
No one is free here,
Bound by the giant chain,
Some though don't care,
Others born for pain.
There is no equality,
There is no compassion,
In this ruthless city,
You may end in depression.
Accepting your nothingness,
Know you are alone,
In this vast wilderness,
You're meant to be gone.
What's it that worries you?
What makes you afraid?
Aren't you aware too?
You may be soon dead!!
Your anxieties will be burned,
Along with thy bones,
Your fears will get churned,
In loud death's tones.
In that intense moment,
Your insecurities will vanish,
To come alive just once,
Would be your only wish.
You will shout out loud,
"Suffering was self-made!!
How ignorant I was about,
Precious-life so great.
I could have made it better,
In my own way,
Begged the world rather,
Getting hurt every day."
But then there won't be time,
To get into past,
Realize now your prime,
Before comes the pain Last.
prism
quaver
pirouette
iridescent
blessed
spire
rose quartz
amethyst
fluidity
orb
gyre
topaz
naruto
ayurveda
strums
Put on word welfare by the poet gods
They've rationed my "Inspired Insanity"
No one could ever calculate the odds
This blatant act of inhumanity
No longer can I find words to describe
Blue eyes that generate a winning smile
Condemned, left with my profane diatribe
And sentenced as a poet with no style
Yet I am not that easily deterred
My simple lexicon is not a curse
There are so many meanings for one word
This poet still can write a simple verse
It will be rough but surely I'll make do
I might just borrow words from some of you.
Daniel Turner
I saw him today,
I recognise him with his particular wings,
And his sarcastic smile,
This time he holds...
A parchment in his hand,
Giggling so hard,
As he opened his parchment,
That became a sort of tablet...
I can't believe my eyes!
It's between ancient and high-tech...
A kind that I never saw...
Even those I robot movies!
I asked him why he laughed so hard,
That raven freaks out!
He shows me a guy,
Told me: Do see this man? Not wandering to hear my reply,
Saying: you may already cross it in your life,
He is the kind that wants immortality ...
Change his cells to young ones.
Thinking he could get his young back!
But! He is on my list now,
I got the charge to take his soul... In 3,2,1,0
Now!
He disappeared after that,
Leaving me in shock,
Then appeared after that.
Saying: You people are always in a hurry to live forever,
Thinking you are in control,
Probably! Become one day immortal!
And we are the servants of God...
Break it every time,
Because everyone... Has a limited time,
And when your leather fell out of the tree of life,
I get your parchment...
In seconds your soul is out... There... As he raised his finger to the sky.
Arsonists almost eighty, are
under arrest.' What to expect?
Zealots for climate cause?
Causing death; life attests!
Devestating action to cause
Draconian reactions? How
Much is reported? And what
Treatment(have they courted?)
Who will defend them? What
Will authoritys hand them?
A soft time of counceling? A
Time at Davos? Maybe a
A cancelling? I think that is
Far better, i'm not much on it
Per se' yet here it could have
A way' coupled with exposure
A way if healing, also closure?
Could 2023 hold some hope?
For reason and clarity not just
Force fed inhumanity' led by
Zero carbon insanity '
Decisions are much easier
When choices that you face
Are limited enough that you
Find one you can embrace.
For when so many options
Are presented, you might find
It all so overwhelming that
You’re really in a bind.
You weigh the pros and cons of each
And then you might get stuck
Or possibly be tempted
(If you can) to pass the buck.
I like when my selections
Narrow down to A or B,
Which makes making a decision
Much less filled with stress for me.
O Lord, whose heart so eclipses my own,
it is proper for you to draw and beg
a soul to come into the light you've shown;
the seed that plants is greater than the egg.
But at my finest hour, I'm but dim -
a shadow of my Holy creator.
The love I offer can't compare to Him,
and I can't ensure I won't turn traitor.
In clearest terms, an offer has been made,
and honied words won't cure the risk within.
In mortal pairs, a price is always paid -
the cost of loving souls born into sin.
I dare not tip the scales, my sweet dove.
If you come, come with strength of steely love.
11 April 2023
ETHREE-NONET POETRY
OUR BRAINS
Man's
Faulty
Brain power
Is limited
In this place of sin
Even the genius
Uses maybe ten percent
God plans much more for His children
What a blessing our life will soon be
If we will let Him take over our lives
Then God's universe we will explore
We will know how dull we were here
How stunted our growth has been
How our foe has fooled us
And kept us in paths
That led us to
Forsake God's
Loving
Way
Copyright, Kathryn Search
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