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The squirrel who played like a kitten is dead
found her stiff and rigid body where she used to tread,
on the ground by the pond she lay still and silenced
only the furry tail still waved in the wind's defiance.
Looking up into the tall hundred year oak
were few remains of the nested drey she cloaked
for her refuge and hiding place once safe
still there, clung leaves gathered moss on the edge of escape.
The sudden change in weather, a north west wind that came
dropping 30 degrees in just a few hours with cold rain
swept in later in the night with a racing wind and snow
that slid thru the trees and flung her here to earth below.
This small creature once elaborating chatter and play
slipped quick and quietly away
unseen and missed by those around
she has final resting peace found.
Quit it! Stop being hypocritical about freedom
What type or what kind that you are talking about?
Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom
Until you drive me to boredom
Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout
Keep on yelling freedom, freedom
Until you lose your kingdom
In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error
"You shall love as yourself your neighbor"
"But through love become slaves to one another"
"If, however, you bite and devour one another,
Take care that you are not consumed by one another"
Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free'
We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another
Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty
We want freedom in America
We want freedom in Cuba
We want freedom in Columbia
We want freedom in Haiti
Which is poor because of exploitation
Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution
Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion
Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination
Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom
Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom
Before alluding to or commenting on democracy
Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy
Big brother is supposed to protect the little one
In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone
For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly
The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty
Stands for something noble and divine for all
"For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall
So we can think freely
So we can wink freely
So we can talk freely
So we can walk freely
So we can laugh freely
So we can clap freely
So we can write freely
So we can chat freely
So we can dream freely
So we can invent freely
So we can live freely
So we can breathe freely
While respecting each other
And protecting one another
Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly
And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The garden was abloom
Life passed in glee
They were close friends
In a happy levity
He never felt that
She had started believing
The whole canvas of his poem
Was her exclusive possession
When he got the morphed photos
Involving him with a little girl
Who was his favourite student
All his peace went into a whirl
No such enemy he could find
As could do the ugly job
With a view to smear his character
And arouse a furious mob
According to cyber detectives
It was a morbid grudge
She was in imagined relationship
Robbed of power to judge
He stopped the investigators
From spilling the beans because
He did not want the blooms
To come to a permanent pause
But for her they were flowers of evil
She kept unleashing her maligning nature
Until the police warned her one day
Elaborating on her dark future
He still wanted to sit with her
Following the denouement
It came about never
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17 August, 2016
Denouement - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
A big part of being my most special favorite-est:
my desire to contemplate her more does persist
I'll write more soon, even if it takes me an hour!
On my fave poetess: St Therese the Little Flower
I'm back online now, reading some of her poetry
They are the type to be savored, so I can't hurry
She's surprisingly bright for a high school dropout
And is now world-famous, without a talent scout!
Everything always made her think of God's Love
(As her many spiritual poems were indicative of)
She didn't attribute power to New Age crystals,
Was a prayer-warrior without a sword or pistols
Her many topics vary; "Variety is the spice of life"
Nature, angels, Joan of Arc; sufferings, and strife
Therese wished she could be heroic, like St. Joan
I wish I could be as hidden as St. Therese, alone:
"Then hid shall be my life, unmarked, unknown,
That I may have Thee heart to heart with me;
For loving souls desire to be alone,
With love, and Thee!*
To write, she had to find some prayer time alone
They often end with rhymes (before RhymeZone)
This one in particular is one that my heart hears
(My PoetrySoup url is "small vase", for starters)!
To live of love, ’tis in my heart to guard
A mighty treasure in a fragile vase.
Weak, weak, am I, O well-beloved Lord!
Nor have I yet an angel’s perfect grace*
I hear ya, girl; that's totally how I feel, Therese
I feel small, fragile; He saves me from distress!
So many long poems, have I even read them all
But a small selection, for me, especially enthrall
Her "To Scatter Flowers" makes me do just that
Sneakily dropping petals is something I excel at
Her story's incomplete without poems elaborating
So in tune was she with the Spirit-- collaborating
*snippets from her poem, TO LIVE OF LOVE
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
Enthralled in saffron shades of flaming fall-forest
As feisty robins sing and zesty sparrows play
Nestled in thick branches of evergreen foliage.
Enamored by blue-sky assimilating orange vibes
Twilight illuminates scarlet face of crimson arc
Having kissed ruby-cheeks of blushing sundown
Where bald-eagle flies conquering mountaintop.
Amidst chirping birds a ghastly roar resounds --
Echoes of wildlife emanating nocturnal sounds--
As a deer, white-tailed, approaches camp grounds
Ambling in glistening of starlit heavens above.
Mountainous winds wheeze in ambiance of love
Elaborating fervid themes evening mood invokes
Awakening splendor of russet autumn dreams
Applauding subtle hints in rhythms of heartbeats.
Marveling air-dance of leaves red, orange, brown
Lyrics of your heart spur a passionate response
Flashing in moonlight a sassy, flirtatious glance
Mesmerized by autumnal whispers of romance.
April 8, 2020
Placed 1st: Poetic lines from a poetry soup poet-Eve Roper
Sponsor: Silent One
“Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay” from
The poem: “Under the canopy of pine trees” by Eve Roper
HM: Strand Pick 11 contest by Brian Strand
Our religion forbids all
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to
indulge in that harmful
enterprise
But no one can claim that
gambling is at all wise
To more has gambling
brought much misery
and misfortune
Trying your luck that
way brings bad luck to
this money goon!
So goes without saying,
no need of elaborating
that harmful and
addictive are casinos and
gambling
Quick money is the lure
but gambling is such an
addictive trap
Indeed a vicious circle it
is for sure
and you can 'bet' my
warnings ain't crap!
The casino wheel doesn't
always tip the scales in
your favour many times
bringing down people
from heights of
immense affluence
to the abyss of poverty
and monetary crimes
as gamblers act as if
'under the influence'
God only wished us to
not be thus corrupt
for He foresaw most
gamblers going bankrupt
To gamble is sin
and you don't always
win
You might end up losing
even the little you had
from bad to worse,
tycoon hero to zero, alas
too sad
I amn't uselessly rambling
Better stay away from
gambling
A compulsive gambler
frequenting the casino
might forever court ill-
luck you know
from slot machine back
to home, to and fro!
As to others his bucks
shall flow.
mr.X may have said,"By any means necessary." In elaborating, I'll say,"By any means necessary which is sensible, logical, rational, ethical, and most of all moral." Lately, all I'm starting to see is a Dead Sea. I'm in no way God. But I hired him. He's doing a terrible job. I should fire him. He justs eats potatoe chips, drinks beer, watches too much t.v, and certainly plays with himself too much. But , I keep him because it is constantly getting harder to find someone willing to work, like me? Well , you know work may be the most obscene four letter word in the English language. Let us pray. oy vey. ( in memory of my maternal 1st cousin Peter. born 1949. died circa 1971. He was the oldest cousin on both sides. I the youngest. born June 30, 1964. The exact same day Ms. Florence Ballard of motown supremes turned 21, the age of Peter, and the age of my maternal 1st cousin Simone. born 1960. died 1981. let us all pray. all the way. thank you. with love.
Quietly he goes about assessing situations,
Searching for the weakest link,
The source of consternation;
Seeking out the places where you need to make improvement.
He'll be your guide, a rudder,
The source of your inducement.
Evaluating habits, of each one he takes note,
Caring not how you must feel,
Or of the ire evoked.
Improving others character is his goal in life,
Teaching and chastising,
His family, friiends and wife.
Of singular importance, his opinion of the world.
It does no good to disagree,
Or dodge invectives hurled,
At all who wish to argue point, dispute he will not suffer,
From any who would self-appoint,
Themselves to be a buffer,
Twixt a man who wishes naught but good upon the world;
To bestow upon us all,
His precious wisdom's pearls.
He points out how it should be and what you're doing wrong,
Elaborating on each fault,
It's like a kind of song.
He'll sing it to the very end, though end I've never heard.
When you explode and tell him off,
He thinks you quite absurd.
It's hard to be above it all, you feel so all alone.
They say good looks are but skin deep,
But Dumb Goes To The Bone.
Judy Ball
Thinking it's up to you to point out everyone's faults or what's wrong with the world today is going to drive people in the other direction when they see you coming.
in-breathing in-dwelling
an enthusiasm
ardent passion
uncontrolled
beyond dispensation
beyond intellect
phenomena of
the deeper mind
an unknown force
taken over
compulsion
intertwines with
a holy breath from within
implanted from without
conceived witin
an abundant
flow of conceptual energy
in
tender rapt
expressions
visitations of divinity
vibrating
singing sighing
saying aloud
ecstatic intuition
vascillating
elaborating endlessly
glimpsed
then grasped
interpolations
of literary histrio
a given line
perceptible intensity
instilled
before
evaporating into the ethereal
for
evermore
Literature
In a kingdom full of textbooks
There stood a documentary brooks...
Literature
Take thy literacy from out my heart
I am sworn of my descartes
The paper bound proficiency pretesting
My encyclopedia festering
Literature
I awoke and flung the philosopher
'It's that rhetorician,' I muttered
And its eyes have all the writing
Inciting, with my handwriting
Literature
Elaborating and elaborating with my wordsmith
There stood a non-fiction writing
Still is inviting, still is inviting
This verse is so over written..Literature
This write I write who am I kidding