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One day the madness all suddenly stopped
Then we realized how many times the ball got dropped
More times then just a very few
It cost us many people just like you
Now patience is a complete must
As we work to gain some kind of trust
If only we share one simple word
At least from each other we still have heard
Hoping that what some how just seemed to begin
Hasn't already started to come to an end
We felt so blessed by the current events
Maybe things will no longer be in a past tense
We work hard and we may even pray a lot
But life's good and awesome chances we've now got!
An Uncle Charlie original
© 2011 unclecharlie
While we were sleeping
Snug in our beds
Lost in our dreams
A black spirit stole across the land
And by dawn had merged with every shadow
When we awoke
We took for granted the lingering critical sensibility
- as if awaking with a hangover
from the spectacular successes and excesses
of our civilization –
And before our morning cup
Could clear our heads
Had embraced this dark spirit
With the fervor of the newly converted
Impulsively, compulsively taking yin to yang
As if reborn from our primal roots
But when civilization falls
And is abandoned
- and undermining eventually always leads to collapse –
What is left is tribalism
But without the innocence of its youth
And youth without innocence
Is just tyranny without conscience
Shadow without form
Woke won because we became soft and sloppy
Ungrateful and guilty for all the pleasures and abundance
The hard work of Life bestows
(5/6/23)
Chocolates, hearts and flowers are ubiquitous in the markets or stores
It is like a frenzy storm, like heavy raindrops rushing through the gutters
I am told at the big mall, it’s like Christmas Eve, where procrastinators
Are buying boxes of chocolate, flowers, candies of all kinds and colors
Candles, jewelries, intimate pajamas, and sexy accessories for loved ones
Wow! Love must really be in the air or something different is quaffing
The oxygen, which is necessary and essential for our survivals. Something
Is in the fresh air, where the moon is full and craziness makes no sense
In this fascinating world, where babies are slaughtered and innocent victims
Are cursed, beaten, jailed and killed: I ponder and wonder. They don’t care
It’s is a show of tradition, not a show of unconditional love. I cannot bare
Not to say anything about what I’m witnessing and living. Bad dreams
Endure; they don’t last. Nightmares see the devil in the dark in your bedroom
I guess, hope and pray that Saint Valentine can improve the current events
Yet, I am afraid of the hypocrisy, which behaves like evil rats and pesky ants
Yes, I am confused, shocked and bewildered by so much extravagance for only one day
I write and pray that true love rains and reigns, and tolerance shines on Valentine’s day.
Copyright © February 13, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
In time arrow’s one way course the winds of change blow,
wafting from the fading end to an unknown another new,
the thrust of transformation they get from the power
the spurt of history gives that goes on increasing ever.
The direction toward the world order received from
the compass of current events can’t ever be altered,
the intent it inscribes on the social landscape page,
the crafty world leaders design, is difficult to change.
Mankind strives to shed the unwanted old grimes,
like the autumn dry leaves the wind sweeps away,
bury under the sand layers of senile forgotten time,
but they rise in new forms in authoritarian regimes.
Indomitable spirit emerges from the debris of history,
new generations of belief and value emanate strong,
like escalating momentum of human rights paradigm
that’ll succeed if ever it can defy the vested interests.
,
The time arrow strikes hard with manipulated wrath,
transforms fast and invariably the vulnerable core
of the traditional society proud of integrity and unity,
imperceptibly into one of intolerance and hostility.
The conventional concept of herd living in free world
changes to isolationism with disintegrated families,
evolving into self-destructive fragile breed, collapsing
under psychic stress of changing times of uncertainty.
If the maneuvered course of post-cold war geopolitics
demolishes the critical balance of power and authority,
weaker nations will turn into mute and powerless pawns
in the game of chess, its rule devised by new world order.
___________________
April 20, 2022
Contest : New World Order
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Ever since my parents bought me a Grundig TV for my room,
And every week day unquestioned and without fail,
I've watched the Channel 4 News avidly, glued to it,
From when I was ten when my ship did at last sail.
I fell in love with Jon Snow instantly as a father figure,
A socialist or social democratic who would interpret,
Political and social events in a way that I understood,
Without any superiority or cold, aloof mood.
My best subject at university was marketing,
Came top in my second year Easter class exam
And everyday when I watched it I analysed Jon’s socks and ties,
Until I was 17, I could predict to myself the next days dyes.
This made me so happy and empowered me to continue,
In that Christian fundamentalist world of criticism and guilt,
But the C4 News was my little secret which I kept to myself,
As I was taught not to love things like that, of a worldly, societal lilt.
I was a devious child towards my parents and their religion,
And lived by admitting only to liking that which I loved,
So that they could have the satisfaction of disciplining me straight,
But pass me by as someone who religion did very much hate.
I had my own sequence, mathematical formula in my head,
And the first day I got my television when the light was ahead,
Because my dad used to monitor what I viewed with intense interest,
I did not flip channels somedays, to suggest no deviation was in my head.
And when Krishnan Guru-Murthy joined the show in 1998,
(I had predicted it from his way at BBC news presenting);
As he reported in Newsnight and BBC 24’s current events programme,
And I thought he would compliment Jon Snow and for youth be an emblem.
I'm hesitant to say that I used to be able to,
Predict when he would grow a beard in playful discourse,
But I knew that he would always shave it off again,
‘Cos that concerned, innocent face is not for recourse.
I like Garry Gibbon, love Kathy Newman, Jackie Long and Matt Frei,
And Paul Mason always gets to the roots of the economics issues;
Lindsey Hilsum and Helia Ebrahimi give such good reports,
And Geoff White always excites me with his technology eye.
I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors.
For four years, I was taught by some of the finest teachers in America.
For four long years, I filled your library, classrooms, and walked your hallways.
I was challenged and succeeded in math and was greatly inspired by my Biology Classes. I was arrested and captured, moved and mesmerized, by my charismatic History teacher. I even listed on your honor roll and sang in your very respected and talented choir.
I moved away 50 years ago and unfortunately, I have visited you only two or three times since. Just a few months ago, I was privileged to dialogue via telephone with my Art teacher's wife. Perhaps he knew of your coming closure, but he wasn't home to inform me.
O Aggie, I am sadden by the news, but I have come to understand such matters. O Aggie, it's interesting that you have joined a long list of changes and closures in my life. It's also interesting that things I once thought would be history, instead are now current events. Furthermore, it's interesting that, like many of my past acquaintances, I always get little warning.
O Aggie, all things have beginnings and endings, but know this: you have been a launching pad and a gallant educator, rocketing many of us to the stars. What you have instilled in us is forever credited to your account. You have fought a good fight, and your course is near the finish.
My eyes are getting watery Now. So I must cease and desist, lest my proud and tender memories of you get the best of me.
04082017 PS Contest, Paschal Premier, Brian Strand
Dawn’s xanthous blooming through the forest trees.
Bouquet from God’s hand suddenly immersed in light.
Flaming pine without a flicker, matchless crimson seize.
Skinny oaks like a garden gate, applauds pleasing sight.
O blaze of origin -
Sun’s ancient grin.
That was art and then the brush of current events -
First snow! Ah, my trees with crystal light not senseless rain.
Pavement filled in, tires leave their treads with my consent.
I throw on coat and boots! Twirl around outdoors, this child insane!
Flurries fallen footprints -
God’s gift of lighthearted chintz.
2/8/2020
”Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We met in business class
Me the window, she the aisle
After introductions, silence
Eventually conversing awhile
She had come for extra training
Me a weekday conference stay
Learned we’d reserved the same hotel
Deplaned each our separate way
Serendipity in baggage claim area
Riding the hotel shuttle bus
She asked, “Care to go Dutch treat for lunch?
Or not … No need to make a fuss”
After ordering she asked, “Are you married?”
Happily flashed ring finger as yes
Added we also have two sons
She replied, “You are truly blessed”
Since she had shown genuine interest
I was happy to further respond
Offering details of my family life
Then, now, and beyond
Our discussion turned to things deeper
Current events … are we doing what we can
to help alleviate pain and suffering?
Does God really care about man?
Within a short time lunch was over
She thanked me for taking the time
Offering she was divorced and lonely
Making each day an uphill climb
Being lonely seeking transitory workarounds
But this had gone better than planned
Further sustaining her confident optimism
there are still many good, decent men
We said our goodbyes and best wishes
Smiled and then she offered her hand
Two ships passing in the light of day
Never would I see her again
”So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The story was always in the Middle East namely the Israeli State
Where the Savior will defeat the beast in these the days so late
With Israeli troops now on the ground the Black Bear sits in wait
In Revelations this can be found everything but the hour and date
The soon nuclear Iran is there and their best trading partner Germany
Of course Russia sits up North there and Libya too we shall see
And you remember that Arab spring and all the facts understood
Do you know what that will bring well I certainly feel that you should
And now as Israel continually chips away such anger begins to brew
What has long since been a fray has now escalated to something new
What are these columns of smoke with the coming eclipse and red moon
But this is certainly not a joke as something big is going to happen soon
Hopefully this situation will abate but just look around the world today
Civil unrest is just one other trait as it's for peace we should all pray
But once the final Trumpet is sounded the judgment already given
You'll know these words were founded as seen in how you're living
An observation of what the Bible stated over 3,000 years ago
to what is happening in current events today.
Comfortably curled up, after a tiring day,
I'm sipping my decaf, like I quite often do
While reading the evening news,
My after dinner ritual,
like feeding the dog,
and wiping down the counter, after dishes have been washed..
Last night...why should this time have be any different?
The stories I read, the politics, the current events, the tragedy..
Yes daily tragedies that happen every day, in every town...
I can't think about them all...I can't weep for each and every one...
Oh yes....I can care, ...and I can feel sorrow..
.... But I can't, ......I just can't, make them my own...
But last night I did....
Last night, just reading these two paragraphs
black and white, a mother's plight
the account of a tragic tale...
This one landed, here on my doorstep
A headline in my small town
Brought to life, how one instant can change it all....
How this fine young family who lives in our town
Took a carefree day's outing, a picnic..and a hike
In the most beautiful place in the world
Hiking a trail in the grandeur of our nearby National Park
In a fateful moment...a landslide of expected tragedy
Could end the life of her little son, injure her young daughter
Change a family forever.....why, just a week ago...this was just such sad news...
Last night....reading her own words...it became personal.
Her child became my child....and today I grieve......
(true event)