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The abandoned Mansion was once owned by the Adams Family.
They were doing a terrific business in their lumberyard at the time.
Day laborers who were not busy were sent over to build their home.
It was gorgeous in its heyday, lovelier than anything else on the block.
There were other ritzy mansions, said my auntie, just not this ritzy.
We stared at the old abandoned Mansion; she looked sad.
Her grass had no roses or lilies, her concrete flower pots were broken.
What a shame, I said. Can we get closer? I want to take a better look.
You cannot go inside, Auntie said, but I think we can peek into windows.
I jumped back and screamed when I reached the window.
There is someone in there! She put her hand out and touched mine.
Two of my little cousins began shrieking in terror.
She made that up, Auntie said. She was trying to scare you.
I know what I had seen, and I was not making anything up.
I never went back, but sometimes I drive by and cringe.
That house is not abandoned.
All those before me
I only care if you loved them more
All those coming after me
I only care if you'll love them more
Easily, like water washing upshore
What if they could erase my name from your memory?
And with them you could write a better love story
Then you and I ever had?
Will I even be part of your history?
After all is done and not much is said
Silently parting ways, will goodbye overwrite how we met?
Just this can feed my jealousy
The thought of anyone able of making you forget
That there was no one I loved more than you
Before and after there has only been you
I fear the day anyone can make you feel else than I do
Form:
OHH DEAR DIARY,
I lost another friend
It's an another end
Maybe it has now become a trend!
They come and they go,
like a turbulent flow
Fast is the time, the bond became slow
Let me be unknown, now I don't wanna know
If this is adulthood, I don't wanna grow
OHH DEAR DIARY,
I know it's not always better to show,
what you feel when you're on your low
But do answer me then!
Are emotions here, just to throw?
OHH DEAR DIARY,
Will you also vanish some day?
But I've heard that, "PAPER HAS MORE PATIENCE THAN PEOPLE"
So, Are you going to stay??
But I barely even trust myself
then you are just a notebook on that dusty shelf!
OHH DEAR DIARY,
When I was in need, at my worst
I approached none, but you at first
Don't treat me like a clown, please don't let me down
I'm all here,
Because for them, now,
I'm unavailable, maybe I'm unstable
No more the same cable, connecting odds and even
Was never forgiven!
The world is mess all around, and so
I don't wanna be found
I don't wanna enhance the wound.
Ohh dear diary, please be around.
two cookie shakes on sunday
is all i can afford
an old 1988 walkman blasting oldies in my ear
is my la-z-boy recliner
offensive and stinking....halitosis while thinking
is the norm of my current existence
yet i know one day i will find an escape that will reshape
my life etched in permanence
the bargain movie is about to start
i better head on over to the theater before somebody takes my favorite spot
tears never fall
i never bang my head against any type of wall
for i know there will be hope because i always claim it
i guess i will head to the driveway of my Mother's house around 10:30 or 11:00
she is usually asleep by then
as the moon tells me a bedtime story as i lay facing her in the backseat of my old ford taurus, not one tear falls
however, an uncontrollable smile appears
i think about those two cookie shakes....MAN WERE THEY GOOD!
Respect your body
All I asked you was
Just one thing
Respect your body
It is a big part of my dignity
But you chose to trade it
For your selfishness
You chose to betray that
I cherished dearly
So I ask are you happy now
Was it all you wanted yes
Was it all you needed
Life has always thought me
To slow my trust
That was why I could breath again now
I told you I have moved ahead
I couldn't decide better than this
Life is beautiful and I don't
Want to remain only on it dark side
Be free to live my dear
Be free to do all you wanted
Be free to achieve
all the lovers you needed
Freedom is a blessing
Respect your body
I warned you to slow down
I have you enough time to reconsider
Your stand with me
I showed you how much better
Life could be with true care
I respected you always
I listen to you always when you speak
I hold you always and tell you
All will be fine cos I loved you
I stood for you when you were down
I call you always to check on you
When I travel
I provided all you asked of me
I made sure you never lack in every way
I showed you my good heart
I shared all I got with you
Cos truly I loved you
All I asked was just one thing
Respect your body
Cos there lays my heart beat
Yes you were my joy my pride
I was bold to tell you all I needed
I was truthful with my words and actions
All you could do was trade my pride
For your selfishness
I once told you life is beautiful
Now I learn my lesson again
So be free to live yes
Be free to fly above the clouds 9
With out me
Be free to achieve all the
Lovers you needed
Freedom is a blessing
There is a simple recipe for hate…you may have run across this recipe before…
Hitler used it in Germany…to create a Holocaust…and war.
First…you pick a group within your country…and you convince your people this group to hate…
by repeating how these people are keeping your country from being great.
You call these people horrible names…you hurt them…treat them with disdain…
because you know hate is not effective unless it causes pain.
And if you can tie hate to a religion…well…the more hate you can create..
because once you affix hatred to a God…you get a more intense and deeper hate.
And since you don’t want the people you are brainwashing to hear opposing views
you isolate them from the outside world…and you control the news.
Because from the oldest ones among us…to the youngest…from the elderly to the youth…
you want the lies that you are feeding them to be taken as the truth.
If someone speaks in opposition…saying truths you don’t want to hear…
you turn your hate upon them…you want them to live in fear.
You ban the books they’re reading…destroying another freedom link…
because hate must be in control…of what people do and say and think.
You ban the teaching of history…because you don’t want our past atrocities known….
It better serves your hate to write a history of your own.
For you know if you’re going to control a person’s future…if your hatred is going to last
you must do everything within your power to eradicate the past.
In Germany Hitler stirred up people’s hate…and other people and countries lived in fear…
but I never thought I’d see the day his recipe for hate would surface here.
I thought after the lessons we learned from Hitler and the Nazis…
It would be difficult to corrupt good women and good men….
but under Trump and the Republican party…it’s happening again.
Many of us whose eyes and hearts and minds are still open…can see where this is heading
and must do everything within our power to stop this recipe from spreading.
So we stand up, we speak out, we protest…we do whatever we can to cause a fuss
to show this latest group that their recipe for hate…will never be accepted by us.
I see the sad color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, all minutes of the day
I see the serious mental and physical damages
That this cancer has done throughout the ages
And is still doing to our beloved human beings
The others treat our People like they are leftover beans
On a petty pet's plate. Our people deserve respect
Fairness, justice, equality, acknowledgement
Compassion, credit and better treatment
Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck
Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted
Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted
At one time, they were hunted and hounded by the system
At other time, hindered and haunted by an organized medium
Created to attack, destroy, burn, ravage and annihilate
To embarrass, marginalize, ridicule, punish and discriminate
I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons
Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, our elderlies
Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons
To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies
Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism
When our people are not hired not for being unqualified
But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified
Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism
All golly minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled
Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race
One human race, one human race, one darn human race.
Their false pride, their fake supremacy, their ignorance is unleveled
And their audacity is incomparable. I see the colors of racism
Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them
Most of the time, I simply cannot elude, evade or escape them
It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms
The bigots easily function like virulent or venomous vipers
That suck out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters
Our lives, Black lives, like other lives, are sacramental and important
And our contributions to the world are significant
I see the ugly and surly color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, every minute of the darn day.
Copyright © February 24, 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Government was created to make the citizens' lives better, to make all of our days bright.
Government should never make us pay, they should help us live our best days.
If I ran the government, I would never make the citizens pay, I would do a type of profit-sharing business and give each one their profit.
Like all businesses, a country is like a business, and the people are the investors, they live and take care of their surroundings.
Government should not allow the citizens to become the product and make them pay for others to get rich and make us all get sick and left to live out in the cold and dark.
Like all businesses, it has its ups and downs, lessons are learned, and we move on with better and better ways to grow and produce for the future of all citizens.
I read of the most successful American Native Indian tribe and how they use the profit-sharing type of government and they have been very successful.
Making our tomorrows better, with each one of our works, lets us build and learn for all of us, making us have less stress and better retirements.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
RIVER U.B.IN
Watching from afar, he looked as gentle, sober and harmless as always.
His bright smile, color and promising future was still present to see.
This river i speak of ,although, capable of helping others
Felt inferior as always
River U.B.IN watched on as people passed him by to fetch his friends
He beat himself up and saw himself as worthless and useless
What is wrong with me, he asked.
Am i not good enough?
Does my content not produce beautiful taste ?? and satisfaction?
Why do i not receive constant praises as my friends do?
River U.B.IN could not fume any longer:
He had been distracted
He looked up and saw a man bending down to fetch him
He carefully listened to the man's words as he fetched him
"You may not be liked by everyone, but to me you're the best alive
Your friends are not better than you because what you do, nobody can do same.
I felt happy for U.B.IN because i loved him too
But just like many others, he was unique (U) but(B) felt inferior (IN)
Form:
My prison is a place known all to well.
It brings joy to some and holds terror for most.
The air becomes heavy as I am forced to listen,
and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was declared treason.
the opportunities keep on getting cooler,
but the techniques that are used have always been quite peculiar.
I begin to ponder if it’s indirect torture,
taking its course gradually over time.
I wish that I could resurrect my euphoria,
even so, I have to return annually and I have no choice but to keep this
nostalgia.
All I can think about upon entering those gates is my downfall.
In spite of that, all I want to hear at the end of the year is a drumroll.
I’m well aware that it’s true and good for me,
however, it doesn’t hold a good tune,
Oh how I wish it could have been a better melody.