Long Comings Poems
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Let's watch the snow melting
It's wonderful and very nice
The nightingales are back
The sun warms the day
The weather is great. It is mild
In the streets where kids are playing
Football and girls are jumping ropes
It's nice out. It's a glorious spring
Let's hum the songs of yesteryear
Together harmoniously.
The air is good and fresh this morning
After the breakfast of hot buttered
Petits pains and latte
We go to the platform on the quay
To skate, to see and witness
The comings and goings of the small sailboats. It's dark
At the bottom of the ocean where the fish intertwine
The weather is nice. It is springtime
Let's sing the chorus of the old days
Together melodiously.
Copyright © March 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
No! I Am Not Lying To You
No! I am not lying to you.
It seems Life’s turnings here and now contain
Inauspicious shapes of endless goings and comings;
It seems Life’s headwaters of the deep waxed well,
the great steward river, of cold sinew and intractability is
rushing backward through bloody tubes and rusty spires.
It seems Life’s dead people have arisen, unbeknownst
to the living, from astonished graves in gaping graveyards.
No! I am not lying to you.
There was a time indeed when a human person like me,
could calmly sit across from a human person like you,
and the both of us could pleasurably redeem the consuming time with
eyeful silences and poised stares containing muted determinations;
something like destiny showing up and knocking on the door,
saying: “your pizza is here,” and you open the door wearing only
stupid shades while reading with an ivory looking glass.
No! I am not lying to you.
There was a time when life was peacefully secure and placid,
back when the pleased and complacent skies seemed bluer,
safer than today’s chemical shroud impregnated by ejaculating jets,
35 thousand feet above the mad wasteland of spiritual coma;
The pulling dying aimless road to wherever your body is traveling to,
Is now a long coursing road paved with the fallow stones of fear.
These bloody sunsets have a raspy roar heard only in the death pits,
The final hors d'oeuvres served with croutons and screaming dramas;
There is now no turning down the forgotten deserted side streets,
hidden by shady oleander trees wearing bonnets of poisonous fire.
No! I am not lying to you.
"My Daddy got me no matter
Cause I matter
I first must be enough
I that I am I pre-know such
My Father doesn’t make no mess
I am abundant, I am just
In Him I am full I stand in Him
And He’s in me
My Daddy got me no matter
Cause I matter
And He says when a one fails me
He’s got me, and I’m gonna be OK
And He says when a one fails me
He’s got me, and I’m gonna be OK
May Our Father’s Peace comfort all involved
Give my Father you perfect love
Give me Father Peace, Comfort all involved.
His arms and heart beats agape love
The forgiveness and grace of Our Father shall rain down
His grace,
His beauty
In spite of my short-comings my woes and despair
I know you, I know you, I know you Father
Daddy you got me and you O’ so cares
Forgivingness, thank you Abba Daddy Father God for this day
…yet I am bless
May Our Father’s Peace comfort all involved
Give my Father you perfect love
Give me Father Peace, Comfort all involved.
His arms and heart beats agape love
The forgiveness and grace of Our Father shall rain down
My Daddy got me no matter
Cause I matter
And He says when a one fails me
He’s got me, and I’m gonna be OK
And He says when a one fails me
He’s got me, and I’m gonna be OK
Must always though I hurts
Must always be forgiving
Cause forgiving for me
And not the other person(s)
you Father got you beloved daughter
ALWAYS!!!!"
3/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I knew that was going to happen, I felt it and I saw it. You didn't listen. Desperate with the hope of never ending grief that enters your soul. Can't take a break, You almost had it but it took too long. You're in the mist of a cold winter forest with an uncapped head the steam flies from the thoughts constantly on your back, Taking risk's can be fun but be honest it's a time and place., You will have neither! You will never feel what you morn for, Just go and keep walking the frozen tundra. Tears could have came and just as soon taken no one is counting on you to fail because no one is counting on you at all. You were supposed to get it fixed but the cold has numbed your hands so much so that the comings of life only matter to those who weren't damaged in transport. You weren't you just need to listen, Sweet can lead to diabetes's, salt swells you up and healthy can screw up your stomach.
You were meant to be in the dead of night, In the cold with the sky dark yet reflective of the snow, Everything has an evil part that distract you from the good, The good is a far fetch idea brought on by hormones and lack of knowledge, The **** retentiveness of your mind confuses people, You weren't meant to be around people. Stop searching for the meaning of them and look more towards your happiness, Your temporary hormone that puts that mild unknown look on your face. You make time for the people who are nice but they are not mean to be there. You can find a deer in the woods but that doesn't mean you need to pet it, You hunger like the rest but your diet isn't made for the mass.
I knew that was going to happen, I felt it indeed, I told what would happen if you ever try to succeed, I knew your plan to stay in the cold too stubborn to know when the has come so close, But being negative and being realistic is not for the weak, Because I told you so and now you're right where you need to be, So keep your peace and don't try to ignore me.
Terra Firma
David J Walker
I
How big a place must Eden be
Its borders unknown
Its politics not on display
Its laws kept by passing clouds
Each from the lips of whispered scripture
The peacock's song can be heard
Under the canopy of a transplanted forest
Of oak and birch where the
Cock will remain as long as the
Hen is secured
The world need not be a bigger place
than this
II
What lies beyond the secured borders
Is a matter of speculation
The anticipation of more will drive
The curious mind mad with the
Scent of an unknown difference
Until it is named
III
Only madmen claim dominion
Over air and ground and sea that
Transcends life
The comings and goings of ideals
That means nothing to the mountains
As humans evaluate the usefulness
Of claims and how to prosper
IV
You may know me by location
I am from (Insert the name here)
As if there is a distinction on this
Small blue planet whirling
like a Dervish on
The unknown path through eternity
If this is a sojourn then we will
Meet and rest with others
who will know us
As terra firma
Sunbeams flood into my room like a tide on the rise creeping in.
Woe betide me be, wet or dry, warm or cold, enlightened or beam blighted.
Dawn bears beams of revelations, comings and goings, flotsam and jetsam,
Some floating, others dissolved, suspended, dragging in sentiment grains of sand.
Behold sea, what betides in seeps you oozed in?
Seconds or first, ticks or crosses, daze lost, or minutes expanded?
Wins or losses, deposits or payments, credit or bills, older but deeper in debt or bathing in clover?
Will forget-me-knot bloom, rose petals fall off, buds pop open or dead-heads drop down?
Who will call by, drop in, blow in, come in, arrive on door step, or be shown the door with good riddance and boot?
What will the postie deliver, inbox spew up, or social media blurt outs in entrails of you-have-mail?
Will you step up, step forward, take two steps back, make progress or stumble and fall?
Will your dreams be realized, shattered, made, recalled, befallen, denuded, dewatered or deluded be splat?
You can't stop progress.
Time marches on.
'Now' it reigns, and we all get wet.
Fate's clock is never fast.
Destiny blooms and booms.
'Sun' it shines, and 'ce sera tout fait' translates
Good morning
Day its brung!
THE FALL
On a distant hill far away
Mirage like birds twitter
Like a traveler engrossed in voyages
A rattling of leaves and no tinge
In olden conventional ways of the people
A snake rattle is a forebode
A drop taps into a spatter
And the traveler grossly enmeshed into his journey
Lovers too hewn their own caves resident
Carving out a voyage into the heart
And drops percolate into the sordid earth
Of hearts and no hurts
In anticipated hangovers into be comings
The lest is worthwhile
Like a youthful river
A farmer heeds to natures instinctive rhythms
Others, and the traveler too
Have nothing of a cause raise eye brow
And there will be a catastrophic flood
Perceived with a prophetic eye
Whose gusto is invincible?
Just as it would be
When a chasm is evident
And lovers would part ways
Or like a traveler lost in whereabouts
In a retrogress and introspection
Is a rule elusive to the rational grasp
An imminent verve
That has finally
Made the hut crumble
Ethereal magic in the nursery is notoriously afoot
Gauzy sheer white curtains held back by invisible hand
Silence of the evening brings star light into the window
Feeling Anne’s present as wolf cat sleeps in this soulful land
Nursery as she left it over ninety years ago in a storm
As she traveled to heaven as an eight-year old girl
I feel a spiritual presence in the air tonight. She’s warm.
Can almost see her halo, wings, and tiny yellow curl.
Anne left our family suddenly,, she was taken away by flu.
Her parents were stricken with grief, my mother told me.
She materializes in front of me, and possibly others too.
She is here tonight, at peace, this little princess wee.
Wolf cat is curled in the bed, snoring soundly now.
No longer upset by her comings and goings in this room.
I am older, wiser also, at the age of almost seventy.
I will probably be joining my angelic aunt pretty soon.
Why is it so easy, to fall back to our old ways,
when we have been walking in the light, for so many day’s.
Trying to love, to forgive, and show mercy you see,
in a world where you can be, how you want to be.
Around us, is so much hate, hurt, anger and pain,
you can begin to feel like, there is nothing to gain.
When the love in your heart, is being put to the test,
when you feel like you, have given your best.
To turn and get angry you see,
to let those words of death, come from you and me.
It’s so easy to be, what we are around each day,
that’s why it’s so easy, to fall back to our old way.
When people with you, just want to argue and fight,
there words of hatred, begin to dim our light.
We are all living, in the same darkness you see,
and it eats daily at us, no matter who we be.
But, if we stick it out, we stand in our light,
against our own thoughts, feelings and emotions we fight.
For we are only responsible, for ourselves you see,
in this, there is nothing to justify, you or me.
For us to quit hating, and spreading death,
is to be led by Gods Spirit, His living breath.
To come out of our darkness, and to be different you see,
is easier said than done, by you and me.
Those who do, and if they shall endure till the end, this saying is true,
through all their falls, and short comings, the Spirit of Truth, guides them through.
They shall rise again to live in His Light,
against this darkness no more, will they have to fight.
When my travels are over
And I finished my last mile
Don't remember my frown
Just remember my smile
Forget harsh words I uttered
Remember the good I've done
Forget any heartache I caused
Just remember all our fun
Forget all my short comings
When I fell by the wayside
Not every battle can be won
But remember I truly tried
Forget to grieve my passing
I don't want you to be sad
Instead remember all our fun
And the good times we had
When the sun finally sets
On that of our last day
I only want you to remember
These last words that I say
There is no amount of tears
That you could ever cry
That will ever ease the pain
Of saying our final goodbye