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If in the past you had patronized
the sandwich shop where I once
worked baking every loaf of bread
or the pharmacy where I arranged
each product neatly on the shelves
answering customers' questions
standing for nearly nine hours each shift
on cement floors in cheap dollar store shoes
with holes worn in their poorly padded soles
paid poverty wages in exchange for my efforts
I would have greeted you with a warm smile
and a happy hello asking how I could help you
as I always did when anyone entered
no matter who they happened to be
Of course I would have recognized you
but I'm not the sort to behave unprofessionally
Even if you had believed me to be the most
beautiful woman you had ever seen and
we had struck up a conversation discovering
we had too many interests in common to count
after I'd made your sandwich to sate your hunger
or found exactly what you were looking for
you would have simply thanked me
and paid the bill before walking out the door
Nothing more
Within the confines of my nearest Zoo,
There’s a place that’s off limits – it’s not for you.
It’s where the animals go for therapy,
As animals have issues just like you and me.
It’s here where all the animals can go and chat,
To the zoo’s therapist, Beatrice Bat.
Beatrice will listen whilst upside down,
As animals express themselves with furrowed frown.
The first patient that’s in to see Beatrice today,
Is Harry the horse who has an allergy to hay.
Beatrice listens to Harry, and then she thinks,
“Take hay fever tablets Harry – take with your drinks”.
Next in its Eddie Elephant, addicted to booze; he’ll use his trunk,
To swig down gin and tonic until he is drunk.
“For a small subscription fee that this clinic will pay,
I’m sending you to Animal Alcoholics Anonymous – the AAA”.
Beatrice shouts “Next”, and in comes Gary giraffe,
“I’m scared of heights” – “Scared of heights? You’re having a laugh”.
Beatrice uses hypnosis to alleviate his frights,
Of living his life being so scared of heights.
Belle the baboon is next looking rather glum,
She’s getting bullied for having a hairy bum.
“In order to get the other baboons to behave,
Belle, all you must do is give your bum a shave”.
Last to see Beatrice today, is Suzy Sheep,
An insomniac who cannot go to sleep.
“Count your flock Suzy, count them one by one,
And in the land of nod, you’ll soon be gone”.
Beatrice is happy, for her days work is done,
She finds helping her patients rewarding and fun.
Alas, poor Beatrice has no-one to tell when she has her own need,
Being upside down, it’s not nice for Beatrice when she has a nosebleed.
“When you reap the harvest of your land, moreover, you shall not reap to the very corners of your field, nor gather the gleaning of your harvest; you are to leave them for the needy and alien…”
(Leviticus 23:22)
Because of YOUR blessing we stand on this piece of land
YOU allotted to us; we cultivated this land and sow the seeds
because YOU brought us the season of spring,
during long, long summer days
YOU gave us the glaring sun and timely rains
to make our crops grow, though we tended with sweat,
I know crops won’t grow without YOUR boundless love and care;
the crops grew up healthy and strong fed by the sun
the crops grown tall drinking of plenty of overflowing rain,
and now, rolling through the field as a big sea of golden waves;
O my LORD
it is the season of abundance,
it is the time of, because of YOUR grace,
the fruition of our sweat and toil, the manifestation
of YOUR everlasting love unto us, our hand therefore,
be not of the tightfisted one’s
let us not harvest from those who gather the gleanings
but leave them in the field where we passed through,
thereby the needy can fill their empty basket;
let us not pluck off all the fruits on the tree
but leave some of them thereby some weary wayfarer to fill
his empty stomach and pack remaining fruits in his knapsack
and set off again
because of YOUR blessing
now, I stored grains and goods in the barn to the ceiling;
however, don’t turn me arrogant from material richness
nor behave insolently against my neighbors, but fearing
GOD and standing as a burning candle that bashfully face YOU
to manifest and glorify YOU the FATHER ALMIGHTY.
Blessing Beads
Once more around the park please
Once more, just so i can see
The Indian child has finally found her way
By showing the world of her Indian days
The times when her life was carefree and fun
And those that were chasing she could always out run
And theirs the stolen little wayward child
whose cuss words , still can make me smile
Bicycle rides around the school
Being fastest made you cool
Once more around the park please
Once more, just so I can see
I like to know where my money spent
How much is owed and how much is lent
Its the game of life I have always played
I have gotten here, cause I don’t behave
Once more around the park please
Once more, just so I can see
So much I missed on the last journey around
Within this park that Incorporates a town
The swings the paths, the ducks and geese
Have been left here for me to see
Once more around the park please
Once more before I have to leave.
Lorraine Peterson
My friend lived in a different city
We hadn’t met, seemed an eternity.
In my dream once he said he’d come,
Revive the old memories over rum.
He came on the day he said he would,
I found him smiling in a happy mood.
As he appeared from behind the winter mist
We felt how much of each other we missed.
He didn’t enter my house then, however,
Said he’d return after work, whenever.
I waited until at night I hit the sack,
But my friend didn’t come back.
I went to his place to solve the mystery,
Found his wrecked wife trying to behave easy,
Said, he died a year ago, but hadn’t gone away.
I ran out of the haunted house, a word I couldn’t say.
September 27, 2019
Love words, show we care, they make our mind feel like we are floating on air.
Love words, give us calm, they make our heart beat like a charm.
Love words, are so sweet, they taste like a sweet ice cream.
Love words, are like a contract, they make us want to sign on the line.
Love words, are powerful, they make us take actions and behave in a certain kind of way.
Love words, can be deceptive, they can make us do things that can lead us to death.
Love words can change our behavior, we can take actions like we are under a love spell.
Love words can be dangerous, they can make us feel like we lost our mind.
So be aware and take care, go slow, and beware, love words can feel good, but they can also lead us to negative outcomes and negative behaviors.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
With a little faith you can get out of the boat.
There’s no sink or swim, you can confidently float.
There might be no fear of a watery grave
But accidents will happen: each one a closer shave.
I know Jesus saves… but I’m still lost here in the waves.
Everybody’s wanting some shelter from the storm.
A place to call their own that is nice, safe, and warm.
So we’re always told it’s ours if we behave
But we could lose it all if we chase all that we crave.
I know Jesus saves… but I’m still lost here in the waves.
It’s not so much the thunder but lightning we fear.
Deadly electricity in the atmosphere.
Trade the open water for the warm, safe cave
While trying to convince the world we are oh so brave.
I know Jesus saves… but I’m still lost here in the waves.
If you think it’s all under control
Just climb over the side and take a stroll.
See how far you get before you sink into the deep
And you must wake Him from His sleep.
What is the lesson learned, then? What should we all know?
If we’re on a journey, where is it we will go?
Balance what’s taken with the things that we gave…
For we are to be family, never to be slave.
I know Jesus saves… but I’m still lost here in the waves.
So many think on love with many strands
their meanings of it is so bland
but God's word shows what true love is
His meaning shows only one class brand
God's love is kind and never is jealous
it's filled with humility not full of only me
has a behaviour that's so very excellent
always looks to Christ's sacrifice upon a tree
God's love is a believing hopeful love
for it never fails, always full of grace
endurance is its key to open life's door
remember so much will cease and will erase
Now one-day whats perfect will surely come
the imperfect will then be fully taken away
when adulthood appears the child is removed
now a mirror shows dimly, then the clearest day
What abides after all of life's promises
faith and hope which look so good
but God's love remains so perfectly real
whatever test of time, God's supreme love has stood
(Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.)
I Corinthians 13:4?-?5?, ?7?-?8?, ?10?-?13 NKJV
God laughs when fools behave like racists
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
And receive preferential treatment under the basis
That the lighter complexion is superior and better.
God created one race. The same blood flows like a river
In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
All persecuted individuals are His children
The lighter shade is neither superior nor better.
Fools love to divide, to disunite in order to conquer
God laughs when extremists comport themselves like fools
God does not like when his children are treated like tools
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are deliberately chosen.
Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Once upon a Witch full thought
Deceit and hate on her mind
An Evil Wicked Witch living in Witchcraft Manor planning to terror on everyone
Turning human into Evil toads for the Witches bidding
The Wicked Witch had been terrorizing all the citizens in Fernwick Center
Citizens who were humble and thankful
Happy people in family togetherness and love
The Evil Witches wanted to change good into bad
Determined to reign and turn people into her slaves
Punishment detail came to people that didn’t behave
Into the hot pot cook
Serving to her liking and taste
Scare rang through the air in shook
Casting all kinds of incantations causing fear
Darkness that came even though it was day
Total atmosphere change that the Wicked Witch could control
Spell here and there
Eventually everywhere
Promises
Designated to follow through
Nothing new
Attempt to pursue
One day, the Wicked Witch herself will be thrown into a pot being the stew and concluding with a slew.