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Night casts shadows on hollowed ground
An eagle flies, painful the screams;
While reddish crown lifts, armed with grit
That its rafters fight bleak of dreams.
Wisps of clouds, like puffs of smoke
Rage on stents of bushy trees
Its royal pose and nest fledgling,
Are caught up in a claw's tight squeeze.
Soon mighty eagle flees by night,
Wings swooping to escape arrest;
To gather might for life ahead
Unfolding freedom at its best.
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~Dedicated to the endangered Monkey Eagle of Asia
which may become extinct due to unlawful hunting.~
I went out hunting with my bow
One day in late September
It's hard to recall all my trips
But this one I remember
Sitting on the ground
With my back against a tree
I sat myself near a path
Where I thought a deer might be
It was early in the morning
When I thought I'd seen a deer
When it started getting close to me
I saw it was a bear...Yikes!
He came as close as ten feet from me
And he looked me in the eye
I swear, I almost peed myself
As he was walking by
He knew that I was watching him
He knew that I was there
But he just kept on walking by
I guess he just didn't care
Then, early in the afternoon
I left to take a break
But I had to wait a few more minutes
Because I came upon a snake
The snake had rattled once or twice
And then he hissed at me
I stayed there frozen in my tracks
Just as quiet as can be
I saw a bunch of deer that day
But, I never drew my bow
I then saw something unusual
When It was time to go
Coming out from behind a bush
And running after me
Was a cow that was not nice
As he chased me up a tree
I waited for the sun to settle
Then I ran back to my car
After all that, I needed a drink
So, I stopped at the first bar
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Our beautiful children are dying
In Africa, Europe, the Middle East
Asia, the Americas,
And in every projects where there is no peace.
Our black children are dying
For lack of basic necessities and because of the lies
And the carelessness of their greedy leaders.
Our white children are dying
Because of the expensive weapons and the nuclear reactors.
Our brown children are dying
Because of the selfishness of the oppressors
Our yellow children are dying
Because of the savagery of the dictators.
Our beautiful children are dying,
When will they stop suffering?
We forgot that we were once beautiful children.
When will this senseless carnage end?
We should love them and protect them.
We should feed them and help them.
Let the rainbow display the colors of heaven.
Let's fill up the air with love; let's ring and ring
The bells of happiness on this beautiful land,
In every street corners and every Carrefour
Let's stop this holocaust, this bloody war in Darfur.
Let the colorful doves caress the blue firmament
And let the children play together under the heavenly tent.
Copyright ©August 2008, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
During the Second World War, people were panicking everywhere in the world. And of all continents, Asia was one of the most devastated in the history of wars.
So many people in Asia were victims of slavery. Most of them are women. They were victims of molestation and rape. The worst of all, slitting them in their necks or being stabbed so deep between their breasts after being disrespected.
The story of the loaf of bread started not in China or anywhere else in the North, but in the Far East -- the place called "Pearl Of The Orient." Pearl of the East, as it is sometimes called, is situated north of Borneo and south of Japan, east by the Pacific ocean and west by the China sea. The map itself shows a shape of a human form.
Many people who have lived in the Pearl country had a hard time during the Second War. One loaf of bread is equivalent to one family's meal of six, or even ten. The scarcity of bread during those times is not caused by the insufficiency of flour or yeast. Salt, as an ingredient, is not supposed to be the problem too. Only that salt was used for other purposes.
One loaf of bread is the prize of winning the lives of one whole family in hunger and danger. In different ordeals that almost all captured families were going through back then, if you don't have a loaf of bread then you have to earn it. Otherwise, every single member of the family dies. Many times a loaf of bread is placed on top of the head of the man of the family for shooting. And sometimes a loaf of bread is used for marinating human flesh. If you don't know the exact number of slices in the loaf of bread that you are holding, your life is in danger too.
The loaf of bread is the story of a country's downfall for defending its land from invaders. The loaf of bread is not just food, but life for a loaf of freedom and justice.
Secretly, I watch the neighbors,
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to be late for supper again;
I can hear Mrs. P. cussing.
At 4:15 I hear the all-day waited slam of a backdoor.
My girl is running toward me, flat out.
She is carrying a white pillow and gray blanket.
There's a plastic bag swinging from her arm as she climbs.
Prior experience tells me the sack holds a book, a drink
and her favorite sandwich - mayonnaise, peanut butter and lettuce.
After smashing a few ants on my floor, the girl flops down,
and begins to read.
I smile as she devours the sandwich like a young starving wolf.
She's ten, the perfect age to devour.
Every day is the same except Saturday.
On Saturday my girl spends the whole day inside me,
reading two to three books at a time.
It is our favorite day.
Her sister runs out sometimes and begs the girl to play,
but we are fighting pirates, conquering Asia, taming macaws.
We are so in tune, she and I.
When I hear "CANDICE MILLIE STREET COME IN IMMEDIATELY!"
I know my girl has to climb down and run for the house,
leaving me alone,
to spy on the neighbors.
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The toxic masculinity
The big gorilla, a silverback, found in the woods a tiny creature
it first had thought of killing, but in the tiny animal saw beautiful
eyes trusting him and the great ape falls in love.
People will say it is the female part of the man in action, I say no
all men are tender when given the opportunity to defend and often
risking their life for things they love.
In our time a man is supposed to climb the ladder of success so
he can buy a bigger car and house for the family, although his wife
also has a career the man is still expected to pay.
The hubby would like to have 5-6 children it is in his nature to breed,
but now that women are emancipated, big families are out
at most one or two children, preferably adopted from Africa or Asia
The wife has so many expenses staying slim and buying clothes of
the latest trend and there is the theater, the art exhibition it is vital
to be seen in the right circle.
The man gets a mistress who can provide him with sexual relief and
since his wife is not approachable his mistress listens to his woo.
The gorilla and the man are two of kind tender of heart and deeply
misunderstood
496.
Our Golden Times During PNoy – Part 6
Behold PNoy's country in the Year of the Ram
Our nation experienced both ugly & handsome
After Papal Visit, 44 policemen massacred in Mamasapano
But this year crowned Mr. International, a policeman, a Filipino
Although in FOTC, male superiority went to USA
In Latin America, Pinoy Pride 33 champions all the way
Although in FIBA, our might supremacy gained by China
In Asia's Got Talent, champion is El Gamma Penumbra
USA & China we have united
In APEC Summit we have hosted
Our new light was seen by America & Asia
When salt lamp introduced by Mijeno, Aiza
Our light brightens, its glory & radiance disperse
Upon getting the crown in Ms. Globe, Ms. Earth & Ms. Universe
We have been light to the East & the West
We can be a light to all of the rest!
-12/26/2015
(Dumarao)
*Our Golden Times During PNoy Collection
“The ocean remembers the distant times it has drowned,
reminding that its depth is quiet, and beauty is lively.”
- Quote by poet
The third largest and the deepest of earth’s oceans,
waters of Indian ocean
are the warmest of all the marine expanses.
It helped the early humans to migrate,
spread seeds of civilizations,
hold ruins of empires, carried by great rivers.
The youngest of major oceans,
covering the face of the blue planet,
formed by the break-up of ancient Gondwanaland.
As India slowly drifts to the north
the ocean is still expanding,
serves as the source of the monsoon rains in Asia.
On its shore I feel mesmerized
the symphonic rhythm of the breaking pearly waves,
tenderly erase the footprints
of those who had walked before me,
as if showing me how so secretly
the far-away time disappears,
but is not forgotten, creating the feeling
of belonging to the ocean vastly lively.
They still wander with caution and fear in the remote swamps and grasslands
of India and Siberia, and these carnivorous animals are the beautiful tigers.
They are trapped, poched, killed and their soft furs are shipped overseas for huge profits,
but their sad end is drawing near, unless some caring human really gets involved and acts.
Their life span is shorter in their natural habitat, struggling for food and those caged in zoos
have a longer life expectancy...they never experience those hunger pangs in early noons.
They are an extremely hostile species, ready to devour anything that has flesh and blood.
Does anyone wonder why they react so indignantly, don't they fear of being taken and sold?
When tigers are attacked, they fight back and killing they prevent their threat of extinction.
Do we all realize their animosity for the huntsmen, who chase them and shoot them down?
Let's all feel some compassion for them...let's save them and give them freedom and dignity.
Let them roam freely as they did once in South Asia, living in full accord with humanity.
ETERNAL GRATITUDE
(Dedicated to the memory of my parents*)
My beloved parents,
Humbly,
Before the altar of your memory, I kneel
Wishing this little “poem” of mine to offer
A down payment of my eternal gratitude
For bringing me to life
Undeniably difficult it is for me
All you have done for me, to name
So, only to a few of your actions, I will refer
Forgive me for having only that to say.
Worth mentioning, that you would agree,
Are the things both of you have shown:
Your heroism, your suffering, your selfless sacrifice
For up to bring the family and to keep all of us alive.
The nights, I remember vividly, you passed
Standing at my side, trying to help me as you could
When the threshold of death approached
Thrice, ready for the dark oblivion to fly.
Also, the days when both of you struggled valiantly
A slice of bread to find,
To feed all the six of us and to help us survive.
Your health, your youth, your leisure
Both of you, did, for us surrender
Leaving thus this ephemeral world
Just in your early forties.
Your anguish only to imagine I can
How we alone would survive
For all the six of us, children were
From three and up fifteen
Your souls are now aware
We orphans were by GOD adopted
Each has nothing anymore to fear
For are by Him protected.
In peace, let your souls rest
Close to our divine Father
For your children, children have
And they, in their turn, have children!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 February 2013
* I come from an impoverished family of eight. Two died when an infant and the other six survived and lived on four different continents: Europe, Asia, America, and Oceania, having children and grandchildren. Thus my mother’s wish to have many children, so they spread out and “Occupy” the whole world, has materialized for the most part! Thank GOD for granting my mother, her Wish! I have lived, studied, and taught in Canada for eighteen years. Members of my family live there, and they have children and grandchildren.