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JERLENE
Acrostic
Jerlene, lovely and beautiful young lady
Your tantalizing eyes enthralls a lonesome heart
Your smile captivates a feeble heart
Allures and fascinates a lonely life.
Every man is found mesmerized
By your God-given angelic beauty divine
A virtue and quality that are sublime
That I saw it in your eyes, from time to time.
Respect, cherish and never blaspheme
The sanctity of love never profane
Treasure in your heart with honesty and probity
Harbor and deeply embed with dignity.
Love is the sweetest joy the wildest foe feeling
Take good care of it and do not disdain
Respect and give a high regard and esteem
In your heart let it forever reign.
Egregious and faithful thou art
Performing your duty with all your might
Carry on the mantle of responsibility in God’s sight
Yours is the reward when the time is right.
Natty, spick-and-span, chastely
Charming replica of Venus the goddess of beauty
Poet’s inspiration that moves his imagination to play
And ask the birds how to chirp, tweet and fly away.
Endearing kindness is a womanly attribution
Enviable characteristic and affection
Virtues you should nourish, possess and nurture
Man who finds this woman finds a great fortune.
Hey everyone it’s me again
thanks for having me present
I’ll do my best not to offend
as I share and truthfully admit
I get dumb when I don't attend
can’t get past simple words like….
“happy” and “sad” “now” and “then”
Just the other day I went mainstream
and for an hour of my precious time
got stuck on an amputated cat meme
slowly my brain cells diminished
but my mind, I continued to blaspheme
I got sucked in the whirling vortex….
and it erased my poetic theme
It will take me some time to rebuild
the wit and the strength and flow
like an Olympians dream unfulfilled
A tireless poet will be apropos
lucky for me exists a poet’s guild
where gatherings delight and wander….
through places that haven’t been tilled
It’s good to be back here with you
I thought I could handle the ride
but trivial stupidity is not taboo
outside of this mind of mine
So I research a transcendent haiku
that you obviously wrote for me….
and remember every awesome breakthrough!!
THANKS GUYS!!!
--4/12/2017--
I’m taking a stand.
I want the whole world to know,
I will shout from the rooftops and mountains.
That I am a Jesus Christ fan.
He is my Savior, King of all kings.
I’m taking a stand.
Against all the celebrities,
Beyoncé, Madonna, and everyone else.
You can blaspheme against my God.
You can mock my Jesus,
Turn the symbol of my faith upside down.
Soon you all will feel the wrath of God.
I’m taking a stand.
To spread the gospel of Jesus.
He died for my sins on the cross of Cavalry,
What did your Baal do for you?
I’m taking a stand.
To proclaim Jesus is the son of God.
I will exalt His name.
Soon He is coming, to
Through the dark prince and his minions,
In the deep pit of hell.
I am taking a stand.
I am not afraid,
To say, I believe in Jesus.
At the cradle of my nightmares,
My future is a horror film,
I track my ghosts,
Like a junkie in withdrawal.
I am a true clandestine calamity,
A mass grave of silent suffering,
A candelabra of pain soothed by dirty money,
I hate the human race,
And I will never have a pet.
I am a loner addicted to silence.
I only write in the dark, to deathly sounds.
A mix of gloomy feelings,
I walk in the darkness of my imperfections,
My hands are no longer innocent,
Since I’ve handled weapons of war.
I am a child of the slums of the third world,
I know perfectly the orifices of misery.
Another damn sleepless night spent monologuing in the darkness of this cold room,
The devil covers his ears to the atrocities spilling from my confessions.
I’ve already used gunpowder
For a firework on the edge of legality.
I never agreed to sleep on an empty stomach,
I’ve risked my freedom since I was ten.
I’ve learned to walk among hungry beasts.
I’m already at war with my demons,
I know I’ll end up in the flames.
I know I have no right to trust a human being,
Being a slave to shine is impossible.
My enemies squat in my imperfect flesh.
I don’t smoke crack,
I don’t smoke cannabis,
I don’t snort cocaine,
I don’t drink alcohol,
I sometimes burn a few cigarettes.
I avoid psychotropics,
I’m not a poet,
Just a tormented mind,
Prisoner of infernal loops,
Where murder scenes repeat endlessly.
My tears stopped flowing down my cheeks
Since I saw my friend crushed by a logging truck.
I am an angry man with murderous impulses,
I commit suicide each time in this same nightmare that has repeated since my childhood.
I’m approaching fifty,
I’ve stopped meditating on the whims of the reaper,
I’ve stopped wandering in graveyards.
Let the universal force show mercy on my impure, tainted soul
By the poisons of lust,
I accumulate transgressions to have a throne in the furnaces of hell.
I don’t believe in paradise, but I know I’ll burn in the abyss’s celestial flames after my twilight.
A deep philosophical reflection in the ramblings of my delirium.
I hate the spotlights like those criminals on the run,
Too many regrets hidden in the closets,
A clean criminal record like the entrails of Christ’s mother.
I blaspheme to darken my divine fragment.
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks like Mia
She runs like Wilma
She throws like Lisa
She boxes like Laila
She dances like Anna
She skates like Surya
She invents like Patricia
She revolts like Angela
She influences like Condoleezza
She paints like Edmonia
She smiles like Mona Lisa
She loves like a mother
She protects like a tiger
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like momma.
Dear readers, you can add more
A natural woman is never poor
Please, beloved friends, be kind
To come up with more in your mind
She tumbles like Simone
She philosophizes like Simone
She quilts like Betsy
She laughs like Whoopi
She jokes like Leslie
She sings like Marie
She speed skates like Maame
She flies like Mae
She exercises like Gabby
She educates like Mary
She fights like Dorothy
She explores like Stephanie
She sounds like Winnie
She creates like Margaret
She dares like Harriet
She runs like Marion
She entertains like Josephine
She legislates like Maxine
She sows like Catherine
She teaches like Gwendolyn
She lifts like Ernestine
She acts like Diahann
She reports like Diane
She speaks like Michelle
She is serious like Michelle
She is strong like Althea
She is talented like Augusta
She is defiant like Cicely
She is brave like Shirley
She is normal like Marilyn
She is fearless like Maxine
She is relaxed like Rosa
She is inquisitive like Barbara
She challenges like Phyllis
She swings like Chris
She plays like Alice
She is talented like Venus
She is pretty like a flower
And she is like our mother.
A natural woman is not perfect
She deserves honor and respect
She needs love everyday
From trouble, she never runs away
Please add more to this poem
And do not curse or blaspheme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like our mama.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
It’s such season. Even during those long and gray rainy days,
in the drought under the scorching sun, and in the storm that visited with the great flood; the bad seed sown in the springtime holds out till his hour has come with teeth clenched, it took the root in the ground deeply and clutched the high wind with its body, limbs, and twigs. But now, time has grown, and it has turned into red to ripen. And fallen onto earth with decay.
It’s the time of end with so much in need of need. For a flag of evil
torn by an abandoned wind has lost its way, and importunate vindictiveness
fades with the fallen leaves which were writhing on earth that grows harder
with the last breath to find a place to dig, nevertheless, there is not even
a drop of water to wet the chapped lips; nevertheless, no one comes
to help close the eyes which are out of focus.
It’s the wretchedness in the rain. In such a solitary hour that even
the setting sun lost its glory. The torn evil flag was going with reciting dirge
to blaspheme God, demolishes the thickened clay wall, struggles desperately,
and set down the coffin of the sorrowful vindictiveness.
It’s the season of tragic Hellenic mythology. There is no way to fill up
the space between wall and wall, and sick fallen leaves tramps through
the other fallen sick leaves, and the sorrowful maternity has to strangle
her own born child to death.
Nibbling a displeased fruit the rain is falling
and the fallen leaves under the foot are collapsing.
It’s CLEVER to create lines with multiple meanings, to pose
as the paper boy bringing us bad news, even to make veiled
comments about suicide (if only that levee weren’t dry). It’s
CREATIVE to blend music icons, tragedy, death, “dirges in
the dark,” jadedness, changing times, waning faith, Manson,
and even “Satan laughing with delight,” since I suspect he
laughs more now than he did then! It’s APPEALING to be
regaled by fast and slow rhythms—in the same song: let’s
boogie; let’s ponder. It’s UNFORGIVABLE to make light of
Christ’s crown of thorns and to blaspheme the Trinity.
July 29, 2017, written for and entered in Silent One's Iconic Songs Contest
I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves before me
Thou shalt not bow down to the image of another love
Nor give your heart and homage to any other than me
For I, your eternal LOVE, am a jealous love
I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves, but ME!
For I will visit with vengeance
if you blaspheme my name
and tarnish my image
by loving one unworthy
I am the eternal, your LOVE
and my love for YOU, is eternal
Eileen Manassian
;) Now, don't go and get yourselves all bent out of shape. This is a different take on the first two commandments. I thought I would take it to stand for Love instead. BTW....the apostle John does state, "God is LOVE." God says that He is a jealous God. Our jealousy is based on feelings of inferiority. We see what others have that is lacking in us, and we burn if we think our loved one is appreciating someone else. However, God's jealousy is based on superiority. He is the best there is, so when we give our love to another, it rouses His jealousy, for He knows we will NOT be satisfied. Isaiah 52: 2- "Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare." God insists that He is the best there is.
Taking that concept, I turned it to be the voice of a lover speaking to her loved one for she KNOWS...that there is no other love that can match hers. Too much? You tell me!
Destroyer, discrepancies.
How to sort them out?
Dismantle, then fire post-freeze.
River, run rue rout.
Destrier, to break mid-stride.
Sacrifice a pawn.
Midnight train, buy ticket, ride.
That will mow the lawn.
Priceless? Quite a prize? Surmise.
In passing? En prise.
Ring? Alchemy. Arcane? Rise.
Stifled cries? No lies.
Falconer, thy widening gyre.
Second coming? Now.
Come and see? Fine funeral pyre.
Live wire, take a bow!
Broil and char? From near to far.
Muskellunge and gar.
Peacocks pretty, poison par.
Dream, seem. Lead. Red star.
Serenity? Stable, sage.
Madness, mycophage.
Roundabout, rill. Rusty cage.
Symptoms mad, thy age.
Ark electric, how you burn.
Tones, burst sonic flame.
Mind cartoons? Ashes in urn.
Same game? Claim the name.
Armies, mechanize and wail.
Never end, our tale.
Weak resistance stale, you fail.
Blaspheme, boil and bail.
Silver, sickles. Red regrets.
Automaton, glean:
He who risks it all once bets.
Wind and wintergreen...
I stopped dreaming after defying the reaper.
My existence has no shine,
I cling to life like a suicidal soul
flirting with its own boundaries.
Reckless, never fanatic,
I spit out their dogmas and their pantomimes.
I cursed their god after reading the Black Code,
and the infamous bull of a pedophile pope.
My shroud has been black since the placenta.
I will beg for neither approval
nor recognition from the butchers of my lineage.
My convictions burn like torches
in the corridors of their anti-Black empire.
I will fall with weapons in hand,
like those zealots they demonize,
never believing in their mirages of paradise.
I try to beautify my hell
by feeding my rage with the tormentors’ suffering.
Above me, a sky without brilliance,
and on my page, the dark ink of my soul.
My demons chatter like Israeli bombs
that tear through Palestine, decade after decade.
I come from Africa,
a land plundered like its mines and its fields
that have fueled the West for centuries.
My eyes carry entire mass graves,
rivers of blood dragging the weight of oppression through centuries.
I still laugh before the cross of their Christ:
that impostor never crucified my transgressions.
I blaspheme without effort,
when they pretend to teach me humanity.
I was born free on a planet that feels like a prison.
Welcome to my nightmares:
we are locked inside a jungle
where there are no victims,
only prey and predators.
I am a beast clothed in wool,
ready to bite when vengeance
becomes the only offering capable
of soothing a spirit torn by human barbarity.
I will never smoke their pipe of peace.
I am at war,
like those child soldiers
whose innocence was stolen
to be remade into machines of blood.