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I walk with sorrow
and hear the distant noise of crows and mourning doves,
in the wet mist
nature's breath rises slowly from the forest floor,
along a path covered by fallen leaves
my hands resting on the cold layered stones,
of a wall built by slaves stretches for miles
their agony releases in mumbled tones,
in my mind as I pass in silence
the crunching sound of each step I take
feels like an intrusion into a time I can't understand
trees rotting, some crushed the wall
where they fell, bring a feeling of anguish to the scene
a coat of terror worn by shadowed death,
from the time of whips and chains
ghostly figures haunt this place
appearing and disappearing over time
floating in the mist,
as though still pulling rocks from the ground
their fingers covered in blood, staining each one
as they pile one upon another, while the walls grew taller
now crumbled ruins, lost to memory
only crows and doves stand guard here now
their haunting sounds cascading over stones
crying out in sorrow
from a time beyond my comprehension
12/26/13
What if our minds were like spider webs,
Spreading to the invisible realm?
Beyond the brain seems blissfully insane
Like a transcendental spell.
While science is keen to explain our dreams
And thoughts in pure chemical terms,
I’ve often considered education is littered
With professors who’ve never quite learned.
Sometimes science needs a leap of faith
To move past dogmatic ground –
There’s more than enough evidence
Proving the existence of the Inexplicably Profound.
It’s the nature of the universe
From the immeasurable small to unfathomable wide
Connecting every sub-particle
From stardust to what’s inside.
Your head and mine were made sublime
By a miracle beyond comprehension -
While I have no doubt these thoughts I hold
Exist in many dimensions.
Michelangelo seemed to think so
As did Mozart, Beethoven and Jung –
But not even the tip of the iceberg
Of those who climbed the rungs.
Of the ladder towards the gateway
That leads to higher realms
Where thoughts pour forth like running gold
From a river all around.
As atheists deny, agnostics decry
And others follow suit -
While I take a stand and raise my hand
To the universe in salute.
Of every thought I’ve ever had
And memories bad and sweet -
Knowing someday I’ll prove the teachers wrong
And laugh myself to sleep.
While watching fish that school and twist
Tens of thousands by the count –
Simultaneous turns together
In one instant - turnabout.
Or birds of a feather sailing together
In a sudden course correction -
Instantly banking to and fro
In singular - unified perfection.
And mothers sensing peril
Of their young ones out of sight -
Phone calls made confirming
The feeling was quite right.
Something strange is in the air
Here and there and all around –
Permeating space and time
Through our minds and solid ground.
These thoughts I swear must come from nowhere
Inside this human head –
And I still believe and always will
Thought begins in a spider-web.
Oh, Lord, I think we need a magic knob
that's somewhere on one arm discreetly placed.
When activated, it would softly throb,
alerting us to nearby pain it traced.
At this time, we'd adjust our hidden disc,
permitting us to live another’s woe
with comprehension flowing, at no risk;
a moment, and our fellow man we’d know!
Their physical impairments we would feel;
their cancer growths; their each disease and ache.
Great grief, depression – all would be made real
and wisdom gleaned for everybody’s sake.
Or would we with our gift be soon repulsed
and fill with hate for those for whom it pulsed?
Feb. 13, 2020
For Unseeking Seeker's A Spiritual Wisdom Download Poetry Contest
From the sacred centre of learning streams forth an irrepressible desire to overcome the ignorance between people. Education speaks to us through knowledge, a testament to human potential unleashed.
The classroom communes through books, discussions, and discovery. Teaching, the ever-flowing fountain, reveals the secret of growth through question and answer, theory and practice. All learners long for understanding, and minds give voice to ideas and innovation.
Deep potential wishes to surface, find words and numbers, concepts and skills, and always evolving forms of comprehension. The child wants to be known to the world and find expression for timeless curiosity.
When teacher and pupil connect, insights bloom and wisdom unfolds all minds are brimmed again with wonder—the equations of mathematics and the essays of the student point to the inner workings of intellect.
Schools and universities invite you to understand the splendours of human thought. A look into a classroom will confirm it: What confuses us often as complex becomes clear and simple through learning.
And every lesson and textbook and every experiment is a revelation, another fresh attempt to unfold the harmony of knowledge. Minds start flourishing, and the future brightens.
Education transforms the silent into the eloquent, the unsure into the confident, and the novice into the expert. In every child, a world of possibility; in every lesson, a step towards enlightenment.
The living lesson breathes through generations, forever changing, forever growing, always pregnant with beginning and never-ending. In this eternal dance of learning and growth, we find the true essence of human evolution.
Everybody is destroying Haiti
Please stop, stop, and quit. Give the country
A rich autumn. Too many bandits, vandals
Too many thefts, lootings, too many crises and scandals
On this impoverished and exploited island
Give Haiti a chance to be and live better. Give our Land
A break with too much crimes, violence and injustice
Haiti needs real peace, real love and real justice
Why are all of you hurting Haiti so bad?
Haitians, please stop being so sad and mad
Haiti needs everybody's love and compassion
Please help Haiti in this time of destruction
Hate only knows how to burn, kill and destroy
Stop the rancor, put out the fire and bring joy
Haitians, wake-up to a new beginning and era
Get rid of the bad seeds and unite with the Diaspora
Unite to fight against corruption and waste of the aids
Be positive! Be ready to get rid of all sorts of plagues
Please stop the violence and use sheer common sense
Haiti needs a new and better season, a divine weapon
To defeat death itself, bad administration and corruption
Haitians, help our nation to be an oasis, a starry beacon
Unite to be better! Unite to help each other and to dance
Put more spices in the melting pot and spray more incense
Unite in this time of crisis; and reject death and violence.
Copyright © September 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small
Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail
Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability
You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way
Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt
With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me
The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth
The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife
You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve
I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain
Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower
Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true
Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath
Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale
Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife
source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Shining down from astronomical skies
I see eyes staring up toward my splendor
Beckoning me to twinkle with amusement
Laughing at their lack of any comprehension
My mystery is relished by the moon’s beam
Miraculous wisdom creating a sense of truth
With enigmatic insight into the heart of poise
Where my fiery light shapes embers of instinct
Joy dances with the sparks of my intense blaze
Never knowing defeat from the falling I recognize
As the brilliance of a glow which understands me
Colors my hopes with hues of wispy, gilded amber
In the twinkling of an eye, my flickering spirit decides
To reach inside, beyond the limits of my intellect, and soar
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June 28, 2020
Whom about should I write tonight?
The warrior, the painter or the lover?
It is but a gust of wind
That love is, it will blow away
The old set of eyes, turned weary
And replace a sparkling blue nascent waterfall.
How many hands do I have to feel?
Or let them feel
The crests of my darkest desire…
They don’t know the shears I have,
Robbed of touch and comprehension,
Men will pull out their bleeding, blunt hands
And whine for the softness which took away their fingers.
Whom about should I write tonight?
There is but a certain sadness in the sky,
All the stars I have known,
Liked my darkness because it made them shine brighter,
Drops of blood on a haywire pack of snow
I changed my colour from pure white
To a shade of pretended pinkish glee,
In my maze, the drops were lost,
And like an inviting bed
To lovers trapped in an unbroken room,
I wait for blood to drop on me again.
I’m sorry my love,
I couldn’t write about you,
You are but the obscuring fog in a tired dawn,
Disappearing in my morning sun.
Forgive me but I just don't understand
What drives “people” to enter a school
Massacre forty young people
And burn their female teacher alive
It's beyond my comprehension
How an intelligent caring human being
Can willingly commit this atrocity
There lies the crux of the matter
They are NOT “intelligent caring human beings”
They are EVIL MONSTERS... period!
They don't belong to the HUMAN race!
They are freaks of nature
An anomaly... deviates from normal human behavior
Who have a totally warped sense of right and wrong
The lunatic fringe... THAT MUST BE STOPPED
At all costs... this cannot continue
This is NOT a normal human condition
Civilized people can fathom the depth
That these sub-humans will go to
As with the absolute majority of peace loving individuals
I am appauled beyond belief
I would like to say I'm speechless
Which is obviously not the case... this site is a forum
To express our absolute and utter rage
When these deviants commit these atrocities
IT'S A TOTALLY DISGUSTING OUTRAGE!!!
(a previous post)
Sudden sharp intake of breath.
I wake, in darkness engulfing my senses.
The deafening silence screams
Making me deaf to the smallest sound.
Blinking back the caliginosity,
Seeming darker still with open eyes.
All comprehension of dimension
Lost in the decline of evening's torch.
As the twilight diminished to nought,
All that is left is vastness.
Yet lo, in the shadow it manifests,
Greyness emerging from the pitch.
As evolution of my perception heightens,
The tendrils of near-invisible light
Start to show the form of the room.
The noise in my head calms
As my eyes adjust to the night.
The room once again has form,
Dimension, security, familiarity.
I hear my breath, slowed and sure
And I know I am safe to close my eyes once more.