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Dr. Martin's dream is a dream for many generations
Past, present and future… Life is about hope, compassion
Love, freedom and justice. It's not asking for too much
Because human lives are precious and priceless. As such
We were all created in the same manners. No one got
More, no one deserved less. There are three levels in the lot
Birth, live and death. We all must go through the same process
Health is paramount and wealth is secondary or temporary
We all will leave earth one day, soon. Hoping we're all blessed
To remain on earth for a long time. A dream is a reality
That will or will not come depending on the dedication
On the focus and on the resiliency of the participants
We all dream for a better future for our families, friends
Even for perceived enemies. Hope is in the air, like flying ants
Wishing to land on a fertile sugar cane field. Dr. King, our Hero
Is a man with many names: Dr. Martin, Dr. King, a great fighter
An activist, a superman, a martyr, etc. He was the older brother
That we dream of being with us in time of trouble, at a low
Point of our lives. Dr. King was an amazing inspiration to a world
Filled with backstabbers, hypocrites, racists, maniacs and criminals
Dr. King's dream is well and alive for many generations. Animals
Will never rule the universe. Human beings cannot be obviously curled
By a bunch of so-called right wing individuals. Common sense will
Always prevail. Love will always win. The racists and the haters ‘will
Shall fail. Positive attitudes will always win. Brother Martin's dream
Will live forever. All men and women were created to enjoy the ice cream
Equally, to be free to fight against unfairness, selfishness, racism, bigotry
And injustice. Dr. King's dream and inspiration will live forever, for eternity.
P.S. I write what I want to write about and say what I want to say. I am a free and fair man.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
My great grandfather was a butcher
And my grandad to,
My mum delivered the butchers meat
In a little van of blue.
My husband is a farmer's son
And we live on the farm,
His brother is the farmer,
We live a life of charm.
Meat's always on the menu,
Breakfast, lunch and tea,
Sausages, bacon, a nice bit of steak
It's in our ancestry.
Now the family are excellent farmer's
Their cattle are reared with pride,
All calves are kept with their mother's
Through the summer months outside.
But now it's time to bring them in
And the cycle must start again,
The young are separated
And I know this causes pain.
The bellows' are long and mournful,
From sheds they cry to each other,
The cow for its little calf
And the calf for its mother.
So I'm thinking of becoming a veggie
As I've really been distressed,
Listening to the anguished sounds
Has made me quite depressed.
The family are quite astounded
When I say "Let's give up meat."
"You're from a line of butchers!
Our meals wouldn't be complete."
The Sunday roast is a joint of beef
And I don't want to abstain,
As then the poor cow that it's from
Would have died in vain.
So maybe tomorrow, I'll go meat free,
Perhaps I'lll try it for awhile,
"You'll still hear the bellows' next year."
They tell me with a smile.
After what seems like years, I’m back in society,
Hoping that the outside world hasn’t changed too much.
If the spice of life is what they call variety,
My time spent alone has caused me to be out of touch.
I did my time, willingly, for something I didn’t do,
But I suppose that the punishment did fit the crime.
Some may say that that’s wrong; but that’s their point of view.
My reasons may give them insight, but all in due time.
I may not know a lot, but I do know right from wrong.
That gave me comfort while I was in my room, alone.
Though I was grounded for only one day, it seemed so long.
But, covering for my little brother felt good to the bone.
‘What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s
gone forever impossible to reproduce.’ - Karl Lagerfeld.
MEMORABLE MOMENT CAUGHT
A family photograph fifty years back
taken just after my wedding:
Memorable moment caught….
A memory of bygone days on most critical phase
on transition period to shift from parent’s house
to set up own family.
In photograph, Grandma seated at center
with Mom and Dad on both sides:
Memorable moment caught….
Youngest sister a kid beside Mom, third sister beside Dad
We two grown up married sisters at two corners.
Behind standing brother at center with brothers-in-law on both sides:
Grandma, Dad, Mom, all are gone,
We siblings lead separate lives, Yet:
Memorable moment caught….
Photograph hangs beside wall clock.
I look at both on every dawn break.
09/25/19
'Writing Challenge 2 September, 2019 The Photograph' Contest by Dear Heart
Life, they say has no meaning,
If all that we live for is an illusion.
If you don’t see my efforts,
Then why do I try it anyway?
Why give my best,
If my best is not going to get me anywhere?
It was just like yesterday;
When you and I were kids alone,
Now that you are fully grown;
You don’t even want to say “hey”,
So you are full-fledged;
You don’t want to look at my face,
Remember when in the rain we were drenched,
Because you couldn’t keep up to my pace?
As a friend I waited;
As a brother I held your hand tight,
You and I were face to face,
But we couldn’t see eye to eye,
We were obliquely opposite like fire and ice,
Cos you couldn’t value the portrait we painted,
It was about you and me;
It was about friendship.
Fourteen days...
Ted, what will become of you?
Two weeks back, you were lifted out and rushed
to intensive care, breathing but fitting,
unable to tell us how it felt to
be born with wires, tubes, winking lights and graphs,
monitors for music. No lullaby.
Intensive carers, what will become of Ted?
With your skill, experience, resources,
teamwork, measuring, scanning, recording,
what can you know? Assurance so fragile
to hear, to believe, to hope. Yet we trust
your watching, waiting, providing for Ted.
Eight pounds six gave you a start, Ted, but loss
of blood left your vitality distressed.
Three times you endured a lumbar puncture,
just to exclude the chance of infection,
Now at least you are given Mummy's milk.
Now at last Mum and Dad can cradle you.
Phil and Lorraine, who will Ted be for you?
With the waiting, not knowing, sensitive
to every sign, fearing, hoping with time
to pass at the cot side. Reading aloud
from The Fantastic Mister Fox for Ted
to hear the voice of Dad, and Mum holding.
Rex, big brother, who will Ted be for you?
Hard for you to understand the comings
and goings, greetings and goodbyes; broken
routines, conversations. For you and Ted
we hope and we pray, but how will it be
for you together? Your needs competing.
God, who will Ted become? For him the best
is what you desire. Make us strong that we,
that you can give to overcome the hurt,
and so make whole his infant brain. Uphold
with courage and patience Lorraine and Phil;
may their bond promise peace and life for Ted.
Alban Hefin, 'The Light of Shore'-
for Summer Solstice, was their name,
in ancient times of Druidry-
from the shore then the power came.
And there the realms, earth, sky, and sea
would meet that time of greatest light
when Solar God was duly crowned
the King of Summer at that sight.
There was much joy, but sadness too-
for summer days would soon cool down;
then Winter Solstice, Alban Arthan,
sends Holly King to claim the crown.
Oak King was Summer Solstice God;
dark brother, Winter's Holly King.
They fought for, at each Equinox,
the crown, their Goddess vowed to bring.
The festivals of Druidry,
at Summer Solstice on this Earth,
revered the seasons' cycles as
'Wheel of the Year'- life, death, rebirth.
Emotionally distraught appearing almost physically pained
Lashes and cheeks soaked as if it had rained
Again death comes and knocks at my door.
My family so small how could you take more.
Panicked yet determined all hear my cry.
Let me hold my last sibling close, don't let him die.
Cancer again rears it's grimy face.
Breathing alone for him is a race.
Next to me now, no he is not.
Angels please hear me, he's all that I got.
Heal him bring him fully back into health
You may take my last breath for I have no wealth
Hear my prayers, feel my cries.
Openly tears flow from these eyes.
Please have a care help heal our hearts
End this panic before it starts..
Help me bring my brother home where love can help mask his pain..
A path with obstacles that need to be slain
Scurrying away from humanity's drain
We need each other close where we shall remain
Oscar is intelligent
And very sensible too
In a difficult situation
He knows what to do
Even though he worries
When things get out of hand
It's only when things seem wrong to him
That he doesn't understand
He is too young to know
The ins and outs of life
And sometimes his caring ways
Cause Oscar lots of strife
He is keen to learn
And is extremely good at sport
He is very witty
And quick with a retort
He is a good swimmer
And a scuba diver too
Interested in nature
And going to the zoo
He loves to travel
He's a fortunate lad
Travelling to foreign places
With his brother, Mum and Dad
Oscar has many friends
Who goes with him to a gym
We are very proud to have a grandson
Just like him
Jesus walked up that hill to Calvary
Freeing a sin filled world from slavery
To evil that was caused by God’s enemy
A fallen angel who was filled with jealousy
Because he knew God was the mighty one
Who shaped all of creation before He was done
Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me
Jesus rose from the dead on the third day
And He’s living today despite what they say
He is with the Father, our creator, the fearsome One
Who sent His Son into the world not to be outdone
But to deliver us all from the plans of His enemy
To the nail scarred hands of Him who is our destiny
Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me
Jesus sent down the Holy Spirit to live inside
The true believer who allows Him to be their guide
He works through the faithful to reach others
Who need to take His gift and be our brothers
He lifts the broken, heals the hurting and reminds
That He has the answers to prayer that unbinds
Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me