Long Candidly Poems
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Here I sit pondering was it love? Was I your lover? I thought that what we had was love, but then you went back to her
I thought it was true, I believed in forever back then, and the word lover to me meant much more than just a friend
It may seem impossible, but I can still feel the heat of your breath against my lips, almost touching mine, but doing the dance of “What if?”
What if I kiss these lips and they completely destroy me? What will there be left? But candidly I had to see
I dove headfirst into those troubled waters without a lifeline, all the while trusting in the strength of your love wrapped up in the words that you used to lie
The meaning of your words to me they were crystal clear, but a lover was hearing them not a girl for whom you didn’t really care
You told me years after we had departed ways, that you weren’t meant to be a lover then, so why did you paint the picture that way?
If my lover isn’t what you wanted to be, then why whisper those words into my ear and against my lips? With all the meaning so subtlety
You are not my love………er and neither am I yours always, but I can remember the tingle of your fingertips on my skin and the decadence obscured in the words that you say.
Dear 2020!
This Poem was Inspired by an Acknowledgment that this Past Year Was Difficult or Tough, That I Don't have All of the Answers, But I Serve a God Who Does. That I Did Have Some Beautiful Experiences in 2020, that Should be Celebrated and Not Over-Looked. But Most Importantly That I Must Learn To Trust More In My Heavenly Father, Not Just for the Major of Big stuff, But the Minor Challenges or Obstacles as Well.
A Son of Virginia Who is Loved in Philly!
This Poem was Inspired by An Interview that Mr. Allen Iverson had with the Host's of "All The Smoke". In It he talked Candidly about His Short-Comings, Mistakes and Challenges Which he was Forced to Overcome. When You Read this Poem I hope that You can Think Fondly of Those That You Admire, Look-up to, or Hold in High Regard, and that you Let Them Know that you Appreciate Their Positive Contribution(s) in your Life.
What Price Is Enough For a Win?
This Poem was Inspired by the Malicious Events which took place by People that Held Differing Political Views, or Belief Systems, and their Un-Willingness to See Another Point of View, Reach Across the Aisle and Make a Compromise For The Overall Good of Everyone. This Was Also Inspired by the Fact that After Individuals Disagree or Fight, While Holding Their Political Views Close to their Heart, They Still Have to Live Together, as Neighbors, Family and Members of Society, Long After The Election Results Have Been Decided and Concluded.
Holding Onto What May Never Be Again!
This Poem Was Inspired by the Events of Having Older Gran-Parents, Family Members and Close Personal Friends Who Are in their 60's or 70's and Remembering the Special Memories Made and Moments Shared When they Were Completely Coherent, were aware of their surroundings and Understood what was going on in circumstances that surrounded them. In Comparison to Standing by and Watching as they Slowly Fade into Someone that Does Not Recognize You as Time Passes. Even though You Can Remember Every Thanksgiving, Christmas or 4th of July Celebration. It also Addresses the Fact of How Helpless One Feels by Being Unable to Solve or Find a Solution to their Problem. For In Their Eyes One Can Tell That They Seem Confused and are Trying Hard to Recollect or Remember as Well.
Look deep, deep in the mirror
Do you see color?
What do you see?
Can you see the sins of the humanity,
And the hypocrisy creeping at the doorsteps?
Blinded by the murky and muddy
Glaucoma of jealousy,
You can neither see the footsteps
Of your consciousness,
Nor the smears of your unconsciousness.
Look deep, way beyond the third heaven.
Tell the world candidly about your exploration
And your obvious observation.
Look deep, dig beyond the grimaces of the pen.
Come clean and you shall see that no one is perfect.
There is an ever-present secret skeleton in the closet.
You simply have to cross the deck,
Take a few steps beyond and let
The reality blows whistle and ring bells.
Never forget to look beyond the dirt under your nails.
Copyright© December 12,2011, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Imperfect indifferent ineffective Ivan Inglebritzen
Was wistfully, wildly, wantonly weird at work.
Not indispensable, but rather despicable, desperate and diabolical.
Cautious co-workers candidly discussed dozens of Ivan’s idiotic decisions.
Determined to alert Alvin, our alluring but not attentive boss.
Bernie, Beaver and Betty bellowed about his shoddy shortcomings.
Providing proof of Ivan’s problematic predictably imperfect performances.
astute assessments failed on prideful, persnickety, president Alvin.
asinine attempts at preventing Ivan from essential employment a bust.
These three did not know that Ivan was Alvin's caustic cousin.
Alvin kept him, not wanting him to crash on his cushy comfortable couch.
Why would you candidly care who you beat?
Let them sigh and squirm, no need to retreat.
Are you one of the ones willing to cheat?
It makes the elitist's pain more replete.
The Founders thought fairness helps all compete,
cheating, the word we dassent dare repeat.
Many march on, there can be no defeat;
this passion makes lives forever complete.
Self-righteousness is the high hope we heed,
even if it will not serve every need.
When we win, we will then soundly succeed;
rightfully reaching our true status, creed -
for those part of this tribe, like us indeed.
Bold fallen foes surely deserved to bleed.
This is the fresh start of a brand new breed,
from their yoke we are all finally freed!
Contrarian concepts should be banned,
let us go back to times things were once grand.
Free up our spirits let pure hearts expand,
all shall strive to the death, never disband!
We fought for this, it ought to be our land;
with God's rules they must meet every demand.
This Union will fail, no way it can stand;
as we cheat, it shall soon be well in hand.
it goes to their level of
professionalism
beyond being physically superior
it goes to the wisdom of ones management
"conflictio Resilutio:grappiious Contendia"
he spoke candidly.
we rank from one to ten all
active competitors from
one to ten beneath
the World Champion
a contender stands in line
behind the champion
contracts cement the opportunities.
Stars with greater drawing
power, are usually stars
who compete more actively.
They have more to rate then
new comers and start-ups.
a certain amount of wins
a certain amount of defeats
longevity and
it's who you have defeated
often defeating someone who has
a long line of wins
takes play into contention.
a champion who defends his title
over a lengthy duration: but
has a lot of DQ's , Countout victories, Draws
or forfeits, or unable to continue clauses
in the line of defence will upset the
way the promoters view him or her.
Meaning, if the champion is seen a certain way
by the audience
promoters can use gimmicky type matches
to draw conclusion to
a championship reign.
Managers can use their clout to
to promote a protege.
His or her's affords in certain matches
can play into effect
For example
a world renowned manager
bought his new acquisition into a territory
he had been owed favor's and he
fired his staff
and wrestlers in his stable
he gather new men
and begged and brokered
to get championship opportunities
for his new guy's.
As you know, dear one
I border emotions that perhaps are an enigma to you
You look up to me at times with the highest respect
When you and I both know we are leveled
I dedicate to you a speech above the most precious jewels
My words surely don’t climb among or above the highness of great
But I can tell you straight—I am proud of my feelings
I am proud to have you here on earth with me
You know, when I wrote those words, joyous bells began to ring
I heard them in harmony, for they agreed
Indeed, I had the council of music in meeting
And we all averred that you are a part of me—a rare ligament that I truly cherish
For years you have devoted yourself
Fearing that someday I may leave your side
Oh my sweet, beloved friend—how I have!
I do not wish to degrade you—forgive me!
Allow me to further explain
I have left many times from the comfort of your embraces
Blinded by the enigmatic pangs I so desperately conceal
But these moments of solitude allow me to candidly feel
And as I have said—I am proud of my feelings
For they have led me straight to the epiphanies I shall now reveal:
I saw you amongst the wild horses—amid the paragon of temperament
Their nostrils flared at a presence; like confused soldiers, their eyes darted about
I was crazed into fear that I would be founded out
In meadows near from grasp of humanity
You fled but kept me in eyesight
Wondering and wandering—nearly touching the brink of my world
The bells drew you near—for they were apples to your eye
My laughter reached the highest height
You knew that I was not jeering you
I was delighted by your phantasmagoric magnificence!
The majority grazed on
But your dreams were meant for me to hold
At least only for a little while
For in the bells of laughter and music we were one
Cantering all the more closer to the sun
We felt not the burn, but the warmth of friendship
As life flew on in its graces and disgraces
We drew ever nearer
And soon—as was inevitable—
We felt the sear
As you were familiar with them, you took it like a god
And longed—from me—to take it
Instead I concealed the flame
Because the tame are accustomed
To chastisement, fear and incentive
Blind to the words she heard
The written song he spoke
And though he spoke it candidly
The notes about her broke
The words were formed as music
They crooned, and sought the air
Alighting briefly by her ear
– They caught her unaware
The song he sang was breathless
Tumultuous, yet calm
Beneath the earnest candor
The truth a swirling storm
The message it delivered
Would satisfy a life
Did not her answer thunder
And – like lightning – strike!
So like the wave that crashes
Against the rocky shore
Whose churning sound is buried
Beneath the next one’s roar
His message fell unbidden
Without acknowledgement
And back into the ocean went
The bottle he had sent
"they gained an understanding of things
from being in the knowing
speak ye that ye be listened to
might those who desire your company invite you
to those gatherings that might include
your name
and your works might guarantee you
to access to those who desire to have you as husband"
they taught requirements for eligibility for marriage.
they spoke against violating the trust of husband and wife.
they spoke candidly of issues that caused father and his children to seperate.
they spoke same of issues with mother and children.
they expressed concerns of those who need help escaping their real world.
they gave advice on how not to be attracted to your own.
they didn't see these people as sick: because they had not violated any trust.
they spoke so that these people had knowledge against those
issues that often caused such things to happen.
they spoke in front of people
who were well knowledged in taking notes and understanding
what they heard: and conveying the message of the speaker
with what the gathering actually wished to accomplish.
this all without commentary or using real people as examples, thus creating
a prejudice against certain types of people.
they spoke to be an example to a world that needed to
know not all people are taught to succeed: some are taught to error
so that they might be storied and used as example to terrify people into
being straight. They taught these people how to speak that their words might not cause people to gather and be rebels against things they knew nothing of.
they taught them how not to take sides, and taught them the science of prevent things to occur so that people might be human, in their dealings, and not savage and strange. Multi level thinking used to prevent certain actions. and new words with new definitions to warn people about the consequences of their actions before they could even start.
how to be a family, and not be unwise. factoring the proper use of communication, to prevent foley and discord.
Factors of communacation....notes for the book of find common ground.
Miss Gladys the Welcome Wizard lady is here
She is full of sass, beyond an insane level of cheer
No one wants to let her in, we try to ignore the bell
She climbs in the front window, demolishing the sill.
Hi we say, faking a smile, pretending to be pleased.
She retains weird enthusiasm, her pitch a little wheezed.
We are yawning through her brochure-filled presentation
She feigns happiness, another welcome wizard celebration.
She gets paid for every family whom she annoys
On the way out, she stubs her toe on one of baby’s toys
We did not apologize, maybe this is why she is suing
But judge, we argue candidly, her getting in was not our doing.