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No Luck For The Masses
Reversed into a corner where there is no way out
Rehearsed by a performer who likes to scream and shout
Inverses like a reformer who doesn’t know what he’s talking about
A curse that comes from former earnings not to go without
Multinational corporations that occupy the economic terrain
Unilateral conflagrations that teach you best of all to abstain
Collateral in the conversations that leave you grimacing in pain
Bilateral renunciations that leave the desert drenched in rain
Devastations that demand solutions in order to comply to convention
Remonstrations of absolution that deny the condescension
Aberrations of convolution that are a bone of mass contention
Admirations of the communions of the divine Ressurection
Profoundly seeking absolution from a person bound by grief
Resounding personal solutions that require the blessing of a chief
Confounding immolations that imply the working of a thief
Impounding the convolutions that you want to remain brief
Stupefaction of the masses staring at their screens
Abstraction comes in flashes of animations, adverts and memes
Extraction of the molasses as they’re diluting your dreams
Retraction of the colossus that invokes a high pitched scream
No luck for the poor the broken the tired the vulnerable or maimed
A truck of sure defiance that protesting will remain
The stuck realm of more reliance is a place of unhealthy terrain
While the crux that bore all of this violence leaves you back out in that desert rain.
Copyright The End Elizabeth Moroz
I found my passion where
I started shining there
Got admirations from everywhere
& I stopped for a moment
In a deep well I plummet
Then I learned a precious lesson
Poeple, praises & admirations
Are the shinotactic flyers
(movement in the direction of shining person)
In less than second's quarter
Fly & changes their direction
In the self-encouraging rain
I started climbing again
Towards the light of my aim
With a sworn statement
"That I'll definitely shine
Brighter than yesterday
But without being flyer affectionate
I will keep my heart
Simple & pure
From fake flyers
Flying back & before
I will climb & climb
I will climb & climb
I may fall or drop
But I will NOT stop
Until & unless
My Passion's light get off"
P- People of all nations,
O- Olympiad participations.
E- Embark on a quest for greatness,
M- Memories they will make, a lot is at stake.
F- Fearless they try their best,
O- Over and over without rest,
R- Readiness is put to the test.
A- Admirations from everyone,
T- Trying to beat the records,
H- Hoping they have our support.
L- Less is not more,
E- Endurance for sure.
T- Talented and fierce,
E- Encouraging their peers.
S- Salute to them all, for standing tall.
Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
And Squirrel and Nightingale in a state of horror.
Flower of one of the most somber and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.
Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the stars and the sparks,
The abandoned branches and the rods floating in the parks.
Copyright 1997 Hebert Logerie
Author of Sparkles of Love recently published by Xlibris.com.
Copyright © October 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
French version
Fleur d'Automne
Fleur jaune, fleur triste, fleur pâle;
Le soleil t'a brûlée et la pluie t'a échaudée;
Fleur mûre, fleur maturée, fleur immaculée;
Malgré tout, tu as gardé ta beauté phénoménale.
Les feuilles à moitié jaunes et à moitié vertes
Essaient de porter tes belles couleurs.
La nature et la faune sont inconsolables et en pleurs,
Les écureuils et les rossignols sont en état d'alerte.
Fleur d'une de la plus sombre et romantique saison,
Laisse-moi admirer ta beauté exceptionnelle
Et savourer encore ta douce et délicieuse salive.
Fleur, je viendrai, ce soir, m'étendre sur ton gazon.
Viens admirer les étoiles, les étincelles,
Les branches et les tiges abandonnées dans la rive.
Copyright © March 2008, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Everyone wants a hand to hold
And a shoulder to rest their head
But later it will leave you cold
Late nights just crying in your bed
In the end it's not any good
At this young age there is no point
Try to avoid it as you should
It will always disappoint
Please avoid all the temptations
It is okay to like someone
To give someone admirations
To show a bit of affection
But don't go saying you like them
You won't get fat off of the ground
It will feel like they are the gem
But you will still need to be found
It won't work out like usual
Late nights, ice cream, and movies
You will lose every bit of fuel
Others might like to disagree
[ Poet’s Note : This is a Companion Poem to my
I AM : 2025 poem ]
“essence in naked soul cannot
evolve Spirit or It’s quest for life eternal
form as veil is mandatory to experience
truth, for every fractal of Great All”
Poet
______________________
through aeons I traversed timelines
dimensions, conversed across realms
realities merged my cloak of bliss
rainbow coloured surged
down from Purest of Pure at His
injunction to experience with
experiment creative powers
~ intellect from higher to lower
wider to narrow — criss-crossing
mind acquired desires, missions
magnetic in hunger to achieve
conceive ~ enfleshed it meshed
wisdom neglected or perfected
for to journey back Home soul
needs ego’s evolving fractal face
density’s grace in cloaks of class
culture, gender, shadows, endless configurations, admirations
sensuous touches fire, water, air, earth
hunger, satiation, poverty, wealth
health, sickness - form is norm, witness
embellished in garments of choice it ascends ladders of sagacity ~ how else to transmute accumulated debits-credits but via robing then disrobing ?
peeling chosen garbs, it fingers light as dark,
vice versa - coin flips dips magnetic
Spirit is infinite form-formlessness
Supreme chuckling creative game —-
ONENESS all the same
Puller of a big shell home, no hobo
Tracked brightest of silver patterns
Bold snail, Hugh wobbled with mojo
Hubris resumes his powerful status
Side to side saunter, his slimy slide
Tells everyone of bombastic confidence
Temptations, his charms quickly aquire
Conquests met get exactly what he wants
Big ego feeds his sanguine superior
Fragile actuality of shell's thin build
Ignores Hugh's vulnerable exterior
Sure immortality, greatness not killed
While other average snails take basic
Drinking from small puddles satisfies
On ordinary, Hugh's time never wasted
Licks lascivious in ponds' crystal eyes
Knows all stalks point in his direction
Enviously wishing they had his talent
Lesser eyes try to emulate perfection
Witnessed in wet lipped pond faelic
Translucent Hugh has fearless appeal
Water strewn on shell by his muscles
Flicked back lifted four stalk face feels
His good looks are escape from trouble
Glistening green moss highlights brown
Shell symbol of ultimate great manhood
Stalks merge with surface, he slips down
If hubris could save him, it now would....
Neighbourly snails rushed to his aid
By rushed, I mean a metre a minute
Flailing Hugh refused attempts made
Handsome was never made diminutive
Lost to the pond of many admirations
Hours spent dwelling on his worth
Inflated means neglected summation
Valuable imput not measured by girth
!!!!!
12th September 2020
Submitted:
26th September
For William Kekaula's
Impact and Metaphor
I stayed on this famous island for a little while,
fortress, prison and avant-garde Bonaparte style.
Rigged charm with antiquities slow train,
governors constitution keeping royal patriots vain.
200 years after the mysterious death of the king,
at his grave, I was wondering, ‘You poor little thing’.
Another sort of great Alexander that loves to conquer,
taken on the establishments in crisis that ponder.
Ideals of restless doomed heroes celebrated,
taken war to higher constitution elevated.
St. Helena the wife of Emperor Constantine,
went on to pilgrimage to find the sacred terrain.
Building the church of the Holy Sepulchre,
the place of Christ crucifixions culture.
Priestess of Avalon and patron saint of discoveries,
island of sacred through Christ self recoveries.
Total sovereignty and its dying destiny,
luring fatal admirations penalty.
No escaping from repeating history.
My story goes on as you're still living,
It walks through tunnels,...troting on rails,
This is just how life is made;
Stealing dreams,enslaving humanity and shuttering desires,
Striking with mischief and disrespect against fallen trees,
Life is ruling with contempt,
Yeah,it's teaching a lesson,
And the question is chewing brains and exquisites,
Leading you and them as captives into a ditch,
"When will the living be called to the next existing world after this place?"
That's when I'll start attributing your corpse with unintended love and admirations,
Undoubtedly,it will happen to them after their dead bodies,
On discussions,you're fighting to win goals,
Don't assume for who dares to oppose,
"Where is everyone's destiny located?"
Laymen keep searching for replies to what is complicated,
Loosing the wall when the sun goes down,
Life imagines about a fixated foul,
Crying a little over this event of wicked vow,
Those behind you'll then make their dissimulated pile,
But,...we're all the same after we've naked ourselves before every single eye,
And power of life will be exposed towards right and vile.
Because,"I'm LIFE in actions and plans,
No matter the greatest goodness and wrong souls hold in grams".
Time is never the same again
But events are
Moments are never the same again
But memories are
Love is not the same again
But relationships are
Situations change; so do conditions
Admirations change; so do opinions
Necessities change; so do priorities
Seasons change; so do years
Mood is transient; so is mind
Life is transient; so is love
Status is transient; so is reputation
Age is transient; so is outlook
Anger doesn’t last; so too hatred
Enmity doesn’t last; so too ill will
Happiness doesn’t last; so too enjoyment
Pleasure doesn’t last; so too peace
Thoughts don’t last; so too dreams
Solitude don’t last; so too boredom
Tastes don’t last; so too food
Pains don’t last; so too love
Knowledge stays till the very end;
as does wisdom
Life stays till the very end;
as does the soul!
Time is of essence and time is a wonder
worker!