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Premium Member Hope

Hope, a window 
in which to see 
tomorrow's sunrise. 
The door in which 
to enter the kingdom 
of possibilities.
The balloon floating 
over a stygian abyss.
The wheel 
in which pregnant dreams 
are spun.
The bridge that links 
the trying present 
to an auspicious future.
The thing 
to steadfastly cling to
in the midst 
of pessimism;
in the midst 
of trials and tribulations.
On his pilgrimage, 
Christian clutched to hope
as he traveled...
from the City 
of Destruction 
to the Celestial City.
Hope was 
all that remained 
in Pandora's box
When the ills of the world 
flew out 
with a gale-force wind.
The deus-ex-machina 
that swooped down
when sucked into 
the vortex 
of a catastrophe;
when calamity 
roared like thunder.


Hope, Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire (Winner: 5th Place)
Date written and posted: 10/18/2016

A STUNNER 2017 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 10/18/2016


References: 
The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan
Pandora's box refers to the container opened by the Greek mythological woman Pandora releasing all the evils of humanity into the world -- Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia
Form: Lyric


Futuro E Presente

Futuro e Presente

Em todos os tempos,
o futuro e o presente
são construções da 
fé e da Esperança.

Fé é confiança ou confiança em uma pessoa 
ou coisa ou uma crença não baseada em provas.

Esperança é uma atitude mental otimista
baseada em uma expectativa ou desejo. 

A fé diz que é assim agora, 
e a esperança diz que 
no futuro isso pode acontecer.

Fé é a garantia da Esperança.

A esperança é uma atitude otimista baseada na expectativa ou desejo.

Qual é exatamente a diferença aqui?

A fé diz o que deve ser feito, ensina, prescreve, dirige. 

A esperança desperta a mente para que seja forte, ousada, corajosa, para suporte as adversidades, a espera de momentos melhores.

A fé é professora e juíza, lutando contra erros e heresias, julgando espíritos e doutrinas.

A esperança é, por assim dizer, o general ou capitão do campo, lutando contra a tribulação, a impaciência, a fraqueza, o desespero e espera por coisas boas mesmo em meio a todos os males.

Biblicamente falando, a fé diz que tudo o que você espera está aqui agora. 

A Esperança diz que há uma probabilidade de isso acontecer em algum momento no futuro.

A Palavra nos diz que devemos ter esperança no Senhor, a Palavra nos diz que Deus tem planos para nos dar esperança e um futuro (Jeremias 29:11). 

Em nenhum lugar da Bíblia está escrito que a Esperança trouxe um milagre do Senhor. Não foi pela esperança que Jesus ressuscitou Lázaro da morte. Não foi com esperança que Jesus alimentou a multidão. Todos esses atos foram feitos em fé.

A esperança olha para o futuro enquanto a fé toma conta do presente.

Faça de outubro 
o mês da Fé e da esperança
de fazer sempre,
mais e mais.

Seja Educada

Seja educada
hoje e sempre
seja educada 
pela Imaginação, 
Se deixe guiar por ela sempre, 

Cada vez mais depressa, 
com o espírito adiante do corpo, 
Não fique deitada nem de pé, 
Nem acordada nem a dormir, 
Nem aqui nem noutro ponto qualquer, 
Fique adiante da própria idéia veloz do corpo projetado, 

Ame, fale, pense sempre por isso, 
Sinta tudo de todas as maneiras, 
Tenha todas as opiniões, 
elástico, mola, agulha, trepidação...

Seja sincera contradizendo-se a cada minuto, 
Cultue todos os ideais humanitários e úteis, 
Desagrade a si própria
tudo pela plena liberalidade de espírito, 
E ame as coisas como Deus.

Premium Member Champagne In Heaven

Champagne in Heaven

The “Old Bubbly” I hopeth one day in Heaven to see!
And why, pray tell, should I not ever wish this to be?
Methinks that God would smile at this artful prospect,
Yet, such an occurrence may make His Angels suspect!
If His Angels protest, I shall plead my wish to God’s action, 
Whilst spoiling not to argue my case with all due passion!
I am quite sure my plea may ruffle proper saintly tradition,
But, I shall ask God’s indulgence and seek not His perdition!
I know God granted an Irish soul’s plea for nips of Irish dew,
And so, I am sure He’ll allow my “Bubbly” in Heaven’s pew!
If my request meets with Almighty God’s just and fair favor,
I’ll ask Him to join me in few stout nips of dew of Irish flavor!
										
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 9, 2018 (Canzone)

Author’s Note: Deus est qui regit omnia! Amen! Amen!

Canzone Structural Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
137 Words
Open Meter
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffgg
Form: Canzone

Premium Member Quando Dizemos Adeus

Nós não sabemos
Quando dizemos adeus
Porque amanhã
Só pertence a Deus no céu
Nós não sabemos
Sobre o último olhar
Sobre a última música
Mesmo se formos jovens e fortes
Sobre a última dança
Sobre a flecha mortal
Onde é apontado
Nós simplesmente não sabemos
Mesmo que sejamos amados e ungidos
O último dia vem como um relâmpago
O último suspiro como o orvalho da manhã
Evanescendo diante de nossos olhos
Para trazer dor e tristeza
A vida é uma bagunça fenomenal
Deus ouve nossos clamores
Os gritos de nossos irmãos e irmãs
Deus ouve nossas orações
Deus vê nossas lágrimas de partir o coração
Deus vê como molhamos e encharcamos os bancos
Quando nos afastamos
Nós não sabemos
Quando vamos falecer
Nós não sabemos
Sobre amanha
Nós não sabemos
Sobre o último dia
Nós não sabemos
Quando dizemos adeus
Se outro olá
Acontecerá sob este céu
Nós simplesmente não sabemos
Sobre amanha.

P.S. Este poema é uma tradução de 'When We Say Goodbye';
é dedicado a todos.
Sentiremos saudades da nossa amada irmã Tânia Marissa Joseph Moreno.

Copyright © 27 de abril de 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos os direitos reservados
Hébert Logerie é autor de vários livros de poesia.


Premium Member Tender Emotions

Tender Emotions

Tender Emotions are very special and are nurtured and blossom
Deep within each person’s heart by the divine touch of God
Himself with His direct intention and holy inspiration.

It is up to every person as a mortal being on this Earth to seek out
Their own destiny whilst embracing the true purpose of this life
With the God-inspired goal of becoming spiritually one with their
Immortal Soul.

It is essential that each of us in this mortal life find and realize
This higher level of understanding and its ethereal importance in 
The sacred preparation for that special moment one day when one’s
Soul finally ascends to that most heavenly world in that eternal and
Infinite cosmic place known as The Great Beyond.

Tender Emotions are what defines us as human beings and makes 
Each of us so special in God’s eyes and in His own image, whilst
Imbuing each of us with His sense of hope, love, and true compassion
For one another, and the God-given inspiration to pursue our cherished
Dreams as we each live our lives to their fullest measure in this mortal
World we all call “Earth.”

Amen. Amen.

Deus miseratur. Deus vobiscum.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
April 28, 2018 (Free Verse)

Futile Escape Out Clutches of Penury Rattle Tin Can Twice

Yours truly dug deep with bony strength 
in tandem with fantasy notions know
king around in figurative heady 
toboggan noggin like cranial carapace 
to muster every ounce of strength 
in an effort to escape chronic confrontation 
with endless streak of bleakness.

Although cursed with brutish, 
nasty, and short nefarious fate 
as a measly looking human 
varmint, this grimy, 
grungy, mangy, rangy, et cetera 
looking besotted being 
clung with all the might 

within his five foot ten inch 
or so tall and one hundred 
and sixty five pound body 
to transcend sigh grimly 
twerking terrestrial travesty 
that tweeted n tweaked laugh-in 
fickle finger of fate in my favor.

I tapped into atavistic survival skills 
summoned willpower to stay alive 
drinking butter bear while heavy cross 
of dirty poor poverty borne.

No matter a hard-core skeptic at heart, 
this cynic plaintively called 
for divine intervention 
to help one nondescript human piece 
of flotsam and jetsam 
to cope - living like 
doleful junkyard dog.

In essence, this abandoned, ignored 
and shunned vagrant frequently 
raged against the Deus ex machine 
found figurative amidst 
literal lovely bones 
slim pick hens with demons 
that tormented psyche.

While traipsing along litter strewn 
condemned boulevard of broken dreams, 
torn and well-worn shoe kicked 
a couple of long discarded items. 

These weather beaten hands 
reflexively bent to retrieve accouterments.

One comprised colorful jagged shard, 
in a previous lifetime 
housed cheap fermented liquor.

Nothing but crud 
filled remnant of dog gone 
booze hounds’ favorite drink.

The Hatchet

Hatchet in the tree
Hatchet in the snow
A snowman’s hand gripped
A snowman slashed low
Low falls the timber
Low level UV light
Light reflects white
Light will then entice
Entice by photoelectric effect
Entice by photons in cadence
In cadence with yuletide
In cadence with Christmas time
Time is itself a gift
Time and time again
Again the winter solstice
Again the world will spin
Spin on it's axis
Spin by angular momentum
Momentous holidays will come
Momentous mementos prior
Prior to the feasts
Prior to the givings
Giving a beginning
Giving an end
Endpoint to point
Endpoint to position
Position the world with bows and ribbons
Positioned in a box
A box of dark matter
A box of hot rocks
Rocks wrapped in flavour & colour
Rocks wrapped in gravity & electric charge
Charged forward by a vacuum
Charged forward at 0 dollars cost
Cost just a kiss under the mistletoe
Costs just an open heart, does it not?
Not if not genuine
Not because it ought to be
Be because you ought to be
Be joyeux noel
Joyeux noel Deus ex machina
Joyeux noel God by machine
Machinations of generosity against greed 
Machinations of compassion against apathy
Apathetic the inanimate object
Apathetic indeed
Indeed life is an incantation
Indeed the miracle we need
Needless to say
An incantation speaks atop the tree
Form: Blitz

Father Daughter Rift Rivals Depth of Mariana Trench

Argh resolution between
     self and eldest
     dear daughter more remote,
now then locating

     a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
     did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking

     Eden Liat stone cold
     in an abysmal trench
thus, this dada doth fear a mill
     stone shaped albatross
     around thy neck aye will tote,

where rotting bird
     doth emit fetid oppressive stench
gloomily decry death asper,
     paternal progeny blighted love
     epitaph finis fate wrote.

Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity
     steep dividend warrant wrought
chances greater finding needle in haystack
     versus pointless thought
exercise regarding deus ex machina sought
forgiveness ex post facto, rethought,
yet miracle needed, viz

     twill require against overwrought
progeny's psyche mor'n
     solo requiem Te Deum never sung,
     hence no guarantee

     father as overthought
against embarkation entailing,
     nor divine chorus baptizing can nought
assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought

hence fiery eternal damnation
     no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought
by Jesse James, no penitence
     bequeathed only dreadnought
visa vis admitting how affair
     kneaded joyus kindling brought

philandering husband discovered
     emotional refuge (against spousal 
     epithet strewn expletive language,
     whence mistress besought
similar sexual satisfaction,
     and subsequent fallout an afterthought.

retrospective reflection stills nothing
     more serious then slap on the wrist
while engaged (~ January 2010) with
     nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst

understandable wife got sorely pissed
on the sly behaviour the missus
     blindsided, hence over
     looked and missed
and figurative wedge
     cleft asunder nearly kissed

our marriage goodbye
     extra-marital romp illicit,
though we nearly came to fist
sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling
in conjunction with execrable
     derogatory cussing contribution complicit.

Codex: Red

"Codex: RED"



Babylon, hear their tall voices
Legion swallows dark wings
Mystery through open windows calling

Gossamer threads she wears
Fresh and glistening, a wet cup to parched lips

Here, is the open gate - slick and fast
A Whore, like hot legs wrapped around the Sun in Man, 
dimmed down through thrashing want

Mystery licks and swallows grace that once offered tongue to prayer
Babylon a billion voices rotating history lust for all, 
does not spare a future heard too late

There She sits on her Red Beast, ten horns, all smiling eyes, 
a tongue that licks with speak, 
She, the kindred, possessing your minds with sharp teeth

Bookmarked Goddess Complex 
an open invitation to the world
imprinted in skin, on brow, on tips of fingerprint, brain and blood data base

Desperately Seeking Sophia
Mother Goddess you'd give your everything for a long wet kiss, 
A Stepford in the sack, invisible footprint in your dreams

A suckling breast offered openly to you, 
You, all hungry infants feeding, the let-down pure magnetic wireless, 
steel and soul dead, down loads, watching on-line in your cold beds;

The New Human Race numb born and raised
Mystery codex read in a nano second in binary perfection
bleeding buried alive online in the zero matrix

Codex: RED
Here is the Come Again Resurrection
Codex read

Mystery Babylon is stifled, all in the circuit of her courting, 
her children and cousins, all familiars now
prostrate on knees far outreaching

Kali, seductive with the ripe fullness of her time, 
offers her open gates to you, glistening and primed

She will milk and drink you all up
Thirsty for knowledge and dominance is her want

Deus ex machina 
God in the Machine is ravenous, 
She will never stop

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)







1. Sophia/Goddess
2. Sophia/A.I.
3. Babylon
4. Mystery Babylon
5. Codex
6. Bible/ Book of Revelations
7. God
8. Religion
9. Humanity
10. Singularity

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