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The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold wave sub-zero conditions of deprivation would persist
In many sections of population for in poverty they can’t subsist
Who wouldn’t see for long the sun of subservient survival
Through the dense fog of abject abandon and rueful refusal.
The frosty winter nights would fall with wrath
Making many frigid who would seek introvert warmth.
After the winter haze clears the weather would change
The spring would develop many high pressure regions
In the lives’ atmosphere of the aspirant people
Living in the spreading mist of uncertain future climate
With the hope of clear blue sky and sunny temperate days.
They have to brace for the increasing ambient temperature
In the thermal islands in the wake of global warming true or not.
The fanatic heat waves in the summer of discontent
Could blow dust of hatred in the raging desert storm
Might sweep like nimbus cloud across the tormented humanity.
The overcast monsoon sky may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud burst one after another
On gloomy minds plunged in the trough of depression.
They would sink in the flood brought by heavy rains
In low pressure areas where mental stress would deepen despair.
Hurricanes and tropical storms would spin on trade winds
Wreck havoc bringing misery to many
For they would make landfall on the helpless people of destiny.
The cirrus clouds would slowly clear
The low atmospheric disturbances would subside
As the autumn would arrive sailing on the northern wind
With nip in the air and prospect of bright sunny days.
The occasional gusty winds of the fall
Would blow the broken brown leaves away
The way welted thoughts of the mind
Get swept by the squalls of fast moving times.
The old year would take our agony and dreams
Across the winter to the cold folds of another New Year
And we would wait for yet another spring another time
When our lives would bloom like flowers.
January 7, 2018.
Loneliness is...
the greatest pain of all.
At its climax? Emptiness deeper
than oceans. Abject hopelessness.
One’s sanity becomes
an unsteady balance scale
tipping askew little by little.
Silence suddenly begins to scream.
Anxiety hisses like a snake
and spits its venom. Desperation gives birth
to panic. The lonely runs into every room,
yelling...
"Where did everyone go?"
"Can anyone hear me?"
Date written and posted: 01/05/2019
Clouds of smoke billowed over ruined buildings
That once were homes safe and welcoming.
Schools where children were learning,
Hidden now from view by dust clouds billowing.
Out of the dust men came with guns began to fire,
Indiscriminate in who they killed mothers, fathers.
Such a wailing of grief rose to the sky above,
Whence no one cared or heard no love.
Who has the right to murder the seed of a nation,
And showing no conscience or even a tear,
Spreading death and abject fear,
There are no messiahs riding to rescue,
Andrew .p. mcintyre.
We write poems, not poetry
And we don’t waste our time
We denounce the scandalous slime
As we expose all unspeakable crimes
We throw lemons, limes and rhymes
At them to chase away what’s so ugly
In them. We definitely want a better
World of compassion, love and peace
We cannot sleep at night, since there’s a list
Of good deeds and things that we want to offer
Violence is ubiquitous, violence is everywhere
For all our children, we want a better and safer
Environment. We want to always please Mom Nature
We speak out as loud as we can at the daily fair
We write a lot to tell the truth under the sun
We shout when it’s necessary to wake up the son
Of the mean, racist and grumpy old man at the beach
We do our best to expose them as we unleash
Lethal verses and powerful words to subdue them
And we even pray to a God still absent in Eden
When the victims are not white, powerful and rich
We don’t waste our time at all. We ponder and we teach
As we strive to create a better, safer and friendlier niche
Free of abject poverty, heinous violence and discrimination
As we remind everybody that we’re headed to one Nation
After death. The breath that we take is not cheap at all
Without this essentially vital oxygen, in due time, we all fall.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
In the deafening raucous milieu of the din of defiance,
the sense of frenzy tried to discard the touch of tranquil silence.
The splintered vibrant sentiments sank subdued to get impounded
within the prime profundity of the mutated mind’s silence.
From cauldron of cacophony I found a peaceful pathway out,
as I searched for a sanctuary suffused with devout silence.
Entered within the serene sanctum of soul in abject abyss,
where the enthralling tunes of the flute of bliss I heard in silence.
Rising from debris of mayhem after the desert storm of strife,
in the quietude vase the shards of life I gathered in silence.
These turned to bouquet of flower, I absorbed its fragrant essence
in the inner oasis I made in the still depth of silence.
It has been said that we must love others
As we love ourselves; loving each other
As does the Author of love in loving us all:-
(Thus be food for thought if hungry)
Dwelling in the court of the inner sanctum
Of contemplation,
Sage mind of jurisprudence charged my poor soul
With abject neglect;
Not of cherished others, but of myself: collectively,
Me and I:-
(Thus be the entanglement of love of mind and heart)
Am I forced to take the fifth, lest I self incriminate myself;
Subjecting the heart to become a pawn to the mind’s jury?
For so long—innocently—I’ve been guilty of backward love;
Self-love collecting filthy invisible dust on shelves of my heart:-
(In self-trial: The mind, the jury; Awareness, the loving judge)
I can bring you a holy war.
Of souls and sour things…
I feel your slings and arrows of poison sight!
I dealt with your Hypocrisy your lies, your bitter night.
I simmer in your black bile of self-loathings
and
small Petty aspersions
and
Other annihilations!
I can bring the rain, the rage the righteous holy war of faith and abandoned grace!
In your ignorance and hysteria, they’re abject hypocrisy, I boil in brazen apathy and sour thoughts…
I can bring your whole-e-war
to your Door steps
to your living room
to your sycophantic neurotic soul.
You fester with black bile of Lies, hypocrisy
At its finest a testament to your Atrocities
As you think you’re aristocracy.
See!
See the harrow narrowed duplicity or poison animosity,
I bring you holy war and holocaustic ash.
Bombastic.
Fantastic.
Annihilatistic, dead?
A jihad of the soul and flesh.
A holy war.
Feel the coming rage,
in an age, at the brake of day.
I will rule my inner dominions.
I can bring you your holy war
of wars
the war of souls and flesh…
The war of machines and man made of history
Of souls and sour things blackened to ash
Holocaustic aftermaths…
I feel your slings and arrows of poisonous second sight in profane fluids; blood n sack cloth and lashes as lies; damnation crimson crime,
Feel the ruination of lies and ash in night!
I dealt with your superiority, your fictions
your scalding eyes, and ragged lips, stained,
And heavy thighs under raven eyes…
I simmer in your black bile of loathing and small Petty aspersions burning away in nihilistic ash.
Charming Man met Shadow Woman
in a daydream, and took her to a Shang-ra-la
she had but flirted with many moons ago.
She met him inside a mystery and enjoyed
him intensely and immensely – the feel, the smell, the delight.
Romantic, handsome, and unbearably but secretly
And discreetly wealthy, he took her in his arms.
Their passionate, yet unconsummated love
was immensely powerful as Shadow Woman
fell under Charming Man’s spell.
He had a family who loved her, revered her and
encouraged her. They had introduced them after all.
It was only her self-doubts and inner conflicts
keeping them apart. She thought she was too flawed to ever be
loved by the likes of him.
Every night she reveled in her love and joy
for her Charming Man Prince, ignoring world men
who would never live up to his charisma or reverent adoration.
An avid romantic, Shadow Woman never thought of
seeking any other man, fearing disappointment.
Her cats sighed at her abject loneliness.
Every night, languishing in a cocoon of sheer love
for their mistress who lovingly reached
for the next novel and the newest Charming Man.
we all have issues and situations that we are dealing with in life
we need to learn to simply trust in the healing power of Christ
going through private pains and suffering dark days
attempting to hold it all together just trying to make a way
but if you only trust and truly believe
a healing from Christ you will then receive
He might not come when you want Him but He'll be there when you need Him most
just by touching the hem of His ministry you'll get the healing power of the Holy Ghost
a woman who had a blood issue suffered for many years
shunned by her peers living outside society in abject fear
but when she heard about Jesus she knew what she had to do
she stepped out on faith seeking a healing truth
for in life it's not about the stuff that you're going through
it's all about the amount of faith that dwells within you
true faith has the power to help you heal
true faith is what you need to feel
and when Christ has healed you don't keep it all inside
tell your testimony spread it far and wide
now Jesus immediately felt the healing power in Him recede
so He asked who touched me in their time of need
the Disciples tried to tell Him, Master you're in a crowded place
but Jesus knew His healing power went out as an act of grace
then that woman who had the blood issue dropped to His feet and confessed
Jesus said "daughter through your faith you're now healed" and no longer stressed
to go from an outsider to now being a daughter in Christ
by letting the world know what Jesus has done in your life
Be satisfied with who you are.
Improve on what you can,
But never think you have to be,
Just like some other man;
For no one's perfect, no not one.
Everyone has faults,
Skeletons they try to keep,
Hidden in mental vaults.
Though they will point out other's faults,
And bring them to the light,
For all to hear and all to see,
Their own they hide in fright;
In abject fear that they'll be known,
For shameful words and deeds,
That they regret so they deflect,
Attention to your misdeeds.
Be the best YOU you can be,
Don't emulate another.
You are YOU and that's enough,
You cannot be your brother.
Don't try to be like other men.
To thine own self be true;
For nowhere else in all the world,
Is there another YOU.