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Premium Member Fig Leaf

Fig Leaf

“While the fig leaf traditionally covers naked shame
The fig leaf also makes a healing tea of restoration” Quote by poet.

Ducking beneath a quilt woven of the fig leaf
 To sip upon a homemade brew of fig leaf tea
That soothes the inflammation
 Of my humiliation to enhance
The concentrated healing of my intentions
 For my unmasked vulnerability –
The exposed private parts of my simpering heart
 To apply an antibiotic poultice
That eliminates toxic gaffs of conscience -
 Slips of the lazy tongue,
Thoughtless raging fevers of impropriety –
 To strengthen bones of humility
This poor man’s olive branch
 That unclogs charity’s lifeblood
Increases flow with overflow 
 In warm generosity 
Eliminating tactless bacteria
 Reducing the temperature of shame
To recline again in sweet gardens
 Of compatibility at the twilight.

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Wisdom As It Use To Be

Wisdom is a gift from God
That anyone has endowed with it
It differs only in application.

Education enhance wisdom
To boost personality development
Develop the countries economy.

Leaders should use wisdom wisely
To profel the country to become first
First in GDP, industry, infrstructure and technology.

The followers use wisdom to create something
That would help self-sustenance, contribute income
To the government, maintain peace and buy things local.

We use wisdom for everyday's work
To apply it is critical for safety
To execute is fruitful to all the result.

Besides love, we use wisdom to choose someone for matrimony
Marriage is a lifelong relationship, so as thinking sanity
Life is full of choices, decision-making and compatibility.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia Logical As Any Other Phobia Right

Paraskevidekatriaphobia logical as any other phobia right?

Superstition(s) stubbornly linger
impossible to shrug off
(cue Atlas) courtesy pointer finger
regarding Friday the thirteenth bringer
o' ire rush ill luck cue fountainhead gargoyle
nsync with ominous grateful dead singer

uneasiness drilled into collective
conscience since time immemorial
equally puzzling me as harbinger
of spilt salt tossed over left shoulder,
into the face of Devil who lurks
snapping unsuspecting bystander
fast as ginger.

Secular humanists, viz case in point
yours truly, who finds himself
flexing falange joint
as iterated above unable to pinpoint
despite persistent atheistic viewpoint
even when rash of unfortunate events,
whereby sizable tin of yard did anoint
me noggin than hours later dog

canine sank teeth into flesh to reanoint
(handily) these events eyepoint
out occurred 1300 hour August 13th
two thousand nineteen
funeral for William Zison
(late father in law) whose spirit
supposedly, securely, satisfactorily...
passed barred underworld checkpoint.

One (or I), could pick an arbitrary past
month day combination cast
amidst travails, yet fast
as quirky forgotten
mishaps occurred, I long last

forgot unpleasant mishaps vast
among pooled countless
circumstances that did blast
temporary woe out classed
courtesy aforementioned painful
bodily injuries leaving me aghast.

Generally (figurative) speaking
I tend to shrug off (think Atlas)
unexpected misfortune that did bring
momentary such as abby (a bee)
thee wife with painful sting
generating speculation how life fared
if assertiveness prevailed,
when ding a ling

interpersonal opportunity doth ring
regretting forsaking MaryAnne Sage,
whose strengths regarding
compatibility (she shared a string
of characteristics) regarding same birthdate
and square thumbs as
one garden variety generic
NON GMO and gluten free Joe King.

Taking off that Dirty Boot

            Differentiating between Christmas and Easter is important because they celebrate two completely different foundational events in Christian theology—Jesus's birth and his resurrection.
Early Christians used paganus as a term for non-believers or outsiders who did not follow the monotheistic God. Pagans and Christians "jive" because they share deep historical roots, celebrate similar seasonal holidays, and value the same core ideas about community, love, and respect.
Christianity and paganism share a complex history of theological opposition, cultural borrowing, and eventual transformation as Christianity expanded throughout the ancient and medieval world
Christians and pagans often avoid marrying due to conflicting core beliefs and values, but some choose to marry based on mutual respect, practical compatibility, or existing commitment. Opposing beliefs often overlap, when one is serious there thoughts might be laughed at. Opposing opinions and differences often clash.
Form: Ballad

Puzzle Man

Puzzle Man

Sex is sex with connections
According to “them”, chemistry plays a part
There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus
It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality
Utilization of external & internal parts might be required
Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy

“They” say it’s all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations)
There are 3 kinds of sex;
1.)	Playing by oneself with one self
2.)	Sex between 2 persons
3.)	Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages?  (ménage a trios might fit this 
category) 
I’m confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun
Then there’s sex with animals but that’s just wrong    
  
Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy
Other people pay for it. (Don’t get lost. Stay focused.  We’re talking sex.)
                      A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases

Trying not to be litigious
“They” also say other things regarding human beings and sex
Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in

All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car
The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating
Competition is healthy in relations “they” say 

Parties involved in coitus know
Sex doesn't happen on its own
One must be properly lubricated and maintained 
Like an auto or chu chu train
I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut
Not a savory sight
Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car
Even up in a tree will do if you’re in the mood
To be accomplished
Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable
They say the most important thing about such things is love
I wouldn't know about such things
It’s all a puzzle to a little man like me 
I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question
Also, I’m only 3
Mother is about to bathe me
She had better keep her hands to herself
I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
Form: Didactic


Someone that Is virtuous For Me

I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and keep my company. I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and write the next chapter with me. I want someone that is virtuous for me to help me find my destiny.

I have been sitting here for the past five years scribbling notes and masquerading in the dirt, with cuts and bruises on my skin and the bird above me singing an unfamiliar hymn; the cold wind blowing in my back while the perverts peep meticulously underneath my new frock. Daylight is shouting on the air with nothing positive to share.

I have passed the time in positive ways and cross my heart so that my spirit doesn’t go astray, and I sit quietly in the dark waiting patiently on that special verse that will break the spell and catapult me out of this living hell.

I have written a hundred and twenty verses about the desert in the sun and the aliens on the run, where did they come from nobody knows but they have the big boss thinking and the universe running.

I want someone that is right for me, to bring out all the good in me and respect my dignity. I have been searching for that special one that can sing in harmony and compose a majestic rhythm and when we clap our hands together, we can compose a million songs.

I want someone that is virtuous for me that knows about the history. Time is trembling on my lips and the maiden is carrying a pirate dish what’s for supper, I don’t know but heaven will see to it that we have a decent three course meal.

It is not about infatuation or puppy love, it’s about creativity , imagination, compatibility, mature love and strength; we must see eye to eye and we must go on a mission together in a dug out boat and a submarine floating above our heads; strategy is the key to survival and there is no parting between us until we die, we both have longevity and passion is our destiny, I want someone that is right for me.

Here I am standing on the abusive floor, and someone is knocking continuously on the door, the extortioner is running around the street looking for something to eat and the bad men are throwing stones at me, hoping to see the other side of me, but I shone them all and continue to stand tall.

I want someone that is virtuous to help me complete the race and get me out of this place and quite the hidden storm.
Form: Narrative

Britz's Girlfriends Past

BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”


He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.

So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.

Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…


																…Lordvip…
D' Poetic Beast

Clockwork

Time passes, yet ticking remains the same,
progression becomes wistful dream
Broken clocks, this pattern is pain 
This Pattern is  heartbreak and pensive screams

Repetition drains me , the gaining and losing 
Has stripped me bare
Perseverance is all I can offer you, tho to this pattern I’ve become aware 

Of the temporary “forever loves” of the short lived peace 

That after you hold me close like clockwork you will release 

Release me back into plaintive truth 
Release me back to where I was before you 
Release me into the dark room to cry 
Release me into internal doom to die 

adolescence leaves, Yet ticking remains the same 
Desire dries up, and love falls short
Tho I can’t figure out if I am to blame 
Or if these broken clocks simply distort 
My mind.
Into following these patterns, into not allowing me peace 
Into only loving temporary 
The lack of commonality or compatibility 
Is it these broken clocks?. or it it me?

Tho like clockwork i will realize that there is no love only a desire that will eventually fade 
A desire to be caressed a desire to be held 
We’ll realize that infatuation tricked us, we fell subject to its lies and that we’ll both need help 

Like clockwork our day will soon end For it is only 1 and yet infatuation prevails 

And Like broken clocks  the pattern of acknowledging our “love” is only hope will  
Leave us frail  

Tho for now we’ll watch the ticking clocks well study their patterns and hope for something
New 

Tho we both know there’s consistency within the ticking we both know this  is clockwork

We both know this is the truth
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Falling In Love With the Wrong Person

We, occasionally, fall in love with the right person
With the perfect, the immaculate or the wrong one
We’re naturally numb
When we fall in love
We’re lamentably dumb
Regarding the emotions circling above
It is scandalous, harrowing and exasperating
When we fall in love with the wrong person
It is cockamamie, bizarre and disheartening
When we dive and die in a quaggy relationship
Taking is a chance is suicidal; it is a noxious hardship
To give up and gamble so much for an ingrate
For a sorry hypocrite who can only fork over a fatal fate
When we fall in love, we search for a superb union, fun
Peace, respect, affection, compatibility, and comprehension.

Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Great Community,Happy People and One Family

I wonder helplessly like a gored Ox,
My Head so light, like an empty Box,
I needed even the slightest protection
even if it comes from a pair of socks,
but finding help in a foreign place is so unorthodox
not until I found your sheltering Hut.

Mutualism shared so wonderfully,
exciting and comforting like the lilly,
Love and Compatibility making each day lively,
then I realize "actually!"
this place is really a Family.

Transmitting the passion to members like an antenna,
raising our spirits and touching our hearts like an entertainer,
giving Hope and encouragement like my sister, Aiyanna

so selfless to ensure it is all about You
spreading like an epidemic to affect others too
and if you still struggle like I do,
it will aid you up the ladder for a breakthrough
to the point it may seem not true.

Wanna improve on your virtues? It shall
making you patient and meek like a fisher
blessing your hard work by reaching the top like Usher
and even making you a mentor like the real Aiyanna-Anisha.

What are you waiting for?
no restrictions from the Law
Join the family and share in the atmosphere of Love.
Form: Acrostic

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