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The invitations were sent to alumni far and near,
To gather for the school reunion later in the year.
The ultimate occasion to turn on all the old charm,
And fondly remember those who have bought the farm!
Ladies wear tight-fitting girdles to shrink the pounds.
Guys try crash diets to reduce flabbiness that abounds.
It's been over half a century since our graduation day.
It'll be intriguing to see how others fared along the way!
Old pals circulate boasting and bending my weary ear,
Regaling with boring trivia that I really don't want to hear.
I tell others how great they look, looking them straight in the eye,
As I cross my fingers behind my back for telling such a lie!
It appears that the campus queen totes a bit of additional weight.
That once haughty snob now tips the scales nigh one ninety-eight!
There's the big man on campus, voted the most apt to score success,
Guzzling booze as is his bent, displaying a bit of queasiness!
The years have elapsed, rolling on at a frightful pace,
But as long as docs keep us patched up we'll stay in the race!
To perhaps convene once again down life's treacherous road.
If not here, than a rousing reunion in that heavenly abode!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
i am lost
in the conflagration of spirit
where no philosophy abounds.
yet i love.
where are the people i crave?
am i a monster?
crafted and bolted
for purposes i can not accept?
there is yet much of God’s beauty left our great country
even in the midst of ever advancing devastation.
and there are so many who see this beauty at all costs.
but i have known so many who have felt the indifferent stare.
for them beauty is stale food
escape from the roaming gangs
a simple drip from the ceiling that stays within its catch-pan
and the eager smile of their precious infant who does not starve today.
God is dead, they say.
but the Invisible Hand thrives.
even in despair
It picks what It needs
toward Grand Assimilation,
to which i will never submit.
yes, i write today.
at least
one more day.
but i join in nothing.
yet i love.
IF A WOMAN LOVES A MAN:
ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
(Vocals by S.MUSE)
INTRO:
As3m oooo
CHORUS:
If a woman loves a man...
(If a woman loves a man)
VERSE 1:
She place her future in dreams;
Think of wishes,
And discards patience.
Trades her last breath,to win what she's found.
CHORUS:
If a woman loves a man...
(If a woman loves a man)
VERSE 2:
Her feelings gets her blind.
"Dreamland", that's where she abounds.
If a woman loves a man,
It's so sad.
Ohh.....ho...ohhh
CHORUS:
If a woman loves a man...
(If a woman loves a man)
VERSE 3:
She sees other men as mad.
Deep in her mind,
Her man is the only wise man;
The King she holds with pride;
Sacrifices her dignity just to be at his side,
CHORUS:
If a woman loves a man...
(If a woman loves a man)
VERSE 4:
Sees his wrongs as right.
Just because what she has proves her might.
Feels save in his hands,
Even if it hurts...
(Even if it hurts...)
She keeps the bruises,
And Says he's the best.
BRIDGE:
Ohh.....ho...ohh....
Ohh.....ho...ohh....
If a woman loves a man...
(If a woman loves a man)
VERSE 5:
When she wise ups,
Everyman is fine in her eyes;
No matter the height or size.
'Cause her dream has failed her at last.
Oh yeah....
That's the fact.
OUTRO:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.
BRIDGE:
Ohh.....ho...ohh....
Ohh.....ho...ohh....
If a woman loves a man...
Whispers we'd heard for many a year
But we were so far north they never came near
Then the day came for us Highlander men
It wasn't just where, just a matter of when
Down from the Glens came us Clannish men
To fight for our freedom to cleanse us from them
Soldiers unknown marching so fine
But soon we would meet, it's just a matter of time
Mountainsides so boggy, bracken lush to waist
Trepidation in our hearts, our Claymores desire taste
Shields of wood, Dirks of point
No shiny armour we carry, adroit
The time is nearing our scouts have declared
Intruders now sighted none to be spared
Marching like ants as if on familiar terrain
No care to their flanks, simply constrained
To the mouth of our Glen to these hideous men
Unknown to them, to them descends
Clannish, we many and all
When our ire erupts, our enemies fall
Ahead of them blocked, bails of hay now fired
We have them where they are, soon to expire
Confusion abounds, horses in throw
To whom they look up, administered blow
Arrows aplenty, spears of destiny
Targets hit, as our aiming should be
Reddened eruptions from flesh torn wounds
Claymores thrusting deep, admiring life consumed
Panic abounds amidst limbless souls
Crimson trails confirm our goals
Men of us in deadened taken
Battles like this should never be forsaken
The sporadic scattering of our Clannish men
To their beaten enemy, many lost in ascend
It's not the way we fought, it's how we fought together
When Alba's Clans unite,
"Were never to surrender"
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
When empathy
steals joy,
My pen too heavy
to employ;
My tears can't stop
a war...
So why am I now writing for?
Silence so abounds,
Far from where war
vanquished
all joy's sounds.
Why do I own this
Heavy
Heart?
What good does it?
To play a part?
To heal the needless
suffering...
What could it offer;
But to bring
A plea to heaven's
throne room...
pleading!
For those suffering,
Or bravely
bleeding.
God, we can not
understand!
Please raise a shout,
A Word; Command.
Bring peace!
Oh Lord, we beg
Thee;
come!
On earth:
Love!
Healing!
Your Kingdom!
Amen
Two friends from far-off Mumbai
Used to interact in the media
With me, one always supportive
The other invariably vituperative
Both are now silent and mum
Since many days, quite unlike them
That made me over-curious
To probe their Facebook pages
Alas, the guys haven’t posted
Anything in the last couple of years
Where have they vanished?
God forbid the scary thought
And then here is another guy
He is getting admitted he informs
In a hospital for a minor procedure
Hopes to return soon to our midst
With his latest literature
His children then write the next day
On his wall, he has flown away
There is a social media site
Which publishes news
About my locality and surrounds
Mostly death news it carries
Of those in their sixties, seventies and eighties
With their pictures and family details
Some faces are familiar
Others difficult to recapture
Media has done distance away
Obits are the order of the day
Tailored for both the well-known and unknown
Tears and folded hands abound
To be forgotten before the Moon completes a round
The octogenarian me looks around
Misses several faces known from childhood
Time has levelled the ground
Palmyras of yore have gone
Unfamiliar foliage now abounds
That is life, boy!
My bones creak philosophically
Lemme raise a toast
To all those who meant
Something to my being
Biding time
Till another page opens up
Before my closing eyes
To a landscape
Of towering palmyras
Swinging their long hair
Like Arab ladies of the Gulf
In a frenzied swaying dance
In this modern kitchen where laughter abounds,
Onions emerge, their potency astounds.
Strong men, once mighty, now succumb to tears,
As the potent onions stir up their deepest fears.
Yet within this vulnerability, strength takes flight,
As each man trembles, their bravery ignites.
With onions sliced and tears freely shed,
They cast aside their pride, their emotions spread.
The rhythmic echo of knife against the board,
Mirrors their struggle, where tears are poured.
With each chop, a piece of heart is freed,
Merging flavors with emotions, a culinary deed.
In the sizzle of pans and cries that rise,
Their onions' torment becomes a delightful surprise.
For the essence of tears enriches the dish,
Infusing their creations with a unique wish.
And as they stand, tear-streaked, amidst the flame,
Their unwavering dedication plays the game.
With each sob, a melody of devotion is played,
Crafting culinary delights, both contemporary and staid.
A display whose strength lies not in muscle but in belief,
In their tears, a testament to their passion and relief,
Transforming the humble onion into a feast beyond compare.
For within this kitchen filled with heartfelt cries,
Culinary artists discover truth behind tear-filled eyes.
It is not weakness that surfaces as they weep,
But a deep connection to the flavors they reap.
All is beautiful on this Christmas Eve night in my neighborhood
Bright colored lights are flickering on many a lovely home
Charming and enchanting- it seems a fairyland to me
Delicate, fragile snowflakes are falling as I hesitate here and there
Engrossed in the beauty, the snow caresses my hair from above
Feeling a glow growing within me, I ponder the meaning of Christmas
Good thoughts are flowing within and I imagine a baby born, a saviour
Heavenly visions of sweet Jesus in a stable lit by a guiding star
Inner peace, I embrace as I walk the quiet snowy streets
Joy and happiness beyond the doors of these dwellings I pass by, and
Kindness abounds at this time of year, I wish that could last all year
Love is what I remember at Christmastime . . .
Magically, the memories come drifting and I find myself weeping
Nirvana is where my family dwells, waiting for me to come one day
Open-hearted, I share my sorrow, it drips from my pen
Peaceful, oh so peaceful is my wintery world this December night
Quietness so deep, I can hear the snow falling on the bare tree branches
Respect, I have for nature that can change from beautiful to dangerous
Serene lovely scenes quickly become places forbidden
Tranquil snow has turned into a blizzard with wild wind
Utterly amazed I stand in the storm swirling wondering which way to go
Vibrant the lights that still glow on the snow draped dwellings
Wonderful they seem to be guiding my way home
Xerox copies of Christmas songs twirl past and I try to grasp them
Yes, there is my home, all lit up and welcoming me back
Zestfully I run up the path to my door, thankful for the fireplace within
AND THE LIGHT IS FOREVER
Out of the darkness, a ray of light;
The love from the Master's heart;
And in the skies are brilliants;
Ever after, ever after...
And through the clouds the loveliness abounds;
The light is fixed,
And the light is on;
That the light is forever
That is on the light is forever
That is on the light is forever
That is on the light is forever
That is on the light is forever
That is on the light is forever
That is on the light is forever
That is on the light is forever
The goes on and on forever;
And the light is on, and the light is on;
Forever;
The light ever shines;
Shining goes on and the light is on goes on forever
That is on the light is on and it's on forever
1/15/18
written lyrics by James Edward Lee Sr.
base on music composed by Kevin Kerns