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The lights flicker on and off
The end of the world was naught
There was a time of love
But then it disappeared
Because all wished for an end that was near
Dear one, would you ever listen to me?
I used to cry all night
Thinking that you wouldn't
Do you see the misery?
Do you see the tears spring from my heart?
Do you understand the words that I utter?
Haven’t you heard the world is naught?
It feels like everyone around me has lost the battle
Because there was no side to take this time
Everyone fell into temptation
And all humiliation was brought upon the Griffin’s claw
A state of bewilderment filled the air
And all we ever heard were words
That would never sink in
And that’s when sin crawled in
Nevertheless we watched it crawl and creep
Like a snake twisting and turning on the hills
He was under and over all of us
Everywhere we felt the pangs of depression
Because somehow the words coming through
Could not heal what the snake had burrowed
The people gathered together
Trying to figure out all that had happened
Somehow they all knew what was to come
Soon they would figure out what lies ahead
And what lies ahead is forever known by One
The disdain reigned upon the earth
Never to be seen by those of mirth
And we all wait
We keep waiting
And my heart and body is shaking
The world is coming to an end
Its quaking
Its over its over
Tonight we must fight for our rights
But the rights are not clear
And they sear
Hope is out of sight
Everyone is gathering up fear
That’s all we ever did
When we came together
The fear accumulating in frail weather
We tore us all down
And one by one
All smiles turned into a frown
We were wearing the death crown
And everyone around us looking our way
Directed us down
And the words sprung into light
Dandelions fly above our heads
No one catches this knowledge
We’re on edge
Always up, never down
--Another collab with my brother David. : )
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
The freedom granted in the fleeting hours,
Yet, dedicated not to Heaven's plea,
The call to be a savior in your bowers,
Neglected, as a futile, vain decree.
Oh, heed this warning, ears that bear the weight,
Prepare thy soul, for God's impending fate.
What if it was the end, a solemn plea,
To face the judgment of eternity
What will you say?
April 3 Poems
Humor keeps us sane
it is a piece of what we need to do
to prevent us from getting
the dreaded corona virus
coming up your nose
Pensively prompt - unpublished
creative talents unleashed
First Kiss with My wife
It was 1982
when I first met my wife
the love of my life
In 1979 she came to me
in a dream
and then she walked
off a bus
eight years latter
a few weeks later
we went for walk
in the woods
and ending up kissing
passionately wild kisses
as we walked in the woods
and the kisses
led a few weeks later
to our first night together
as man and wife
but I will always recall
our first kiss
of our life together
Birth of New World
the first interplanetary travelers
arrived on the new planet
called new Eden
and watched the birth
of the new world
hoping that humanity
can get a new world
and avoid destroying new eden
hoping that god
has given the world
a new home world
Peacock Speaks
as the virus spreads
around the world
the peacock in the zoo
speaks up
talking on behalf
of their fellow species
he called upon humans
to free them from their zoo prisons
and let them be free
before it was too late?and humanity met their fate
becoming a ghost in the wind
Iguana Talks to Mankind
the wise old Iguana
woke from its nightmares
of the end of the world
as humanity faded away
the iguana was scared
but afraid of the future
and he would miss
his human friends
six word poem
naked masked woman
waiting to kiss
Inner worlds beckons in these dark times
No one knows where it will end
No one understands the future
Everyone must descend deep inside
Remembering their dreams
Cosmic dreams fill my head
Of the future we can dream
Some offering hope
Most of us can still dream
Only then can we become free
So that we can escape our fate
Search for the holly grail
for thousands of years
people have been searching
for the fabled holly grail
in hopes that it will lead
to eternal life
then one day
the holly grail is found
millions die
from drinking the tainted grail
I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)
Leaving under a blood moon
in a jet plane rising
los angeles falls behind me
and I...
You.
Two.
Clouds dance
to the song of the spiders.
Latent sun rays fall on me like rain...I
...They say third time's the charm.
On planes again.
A sky...endless... and then finally
from the other end of the world to here.
A continent, an island,
an australian flower drunk on wine.
Her...uniqueness lends to her beauty.
...and I
A fourth night.
A church spire at sunset.
At a distance bats fill the sky,
resemble a smoke plume.
...I
I plead the fifth.
It's all these moons.
Tonight a hunter's moon.
She's unable to hide
even with her bowl of clouds.
It's no help.
She has no spoon.
Her luminous rays give her up.
Moonshine in the moonlight over the sea.
...I
I count...five,
six...on the beach.
A purple nightshade,
a sand flower,
Irish eyes speak uniquely to me.
....I
I, you...
you can't roll a seven with one die.
Back on a plane.
A snow fog blinding.
From my window seat a one of a kind view.
Alone,
...I
I eight...ate...need to eat.
Africa...a Safari.
A plant chloroform green
has holes like cheese.
A large swiss leaf.
I laugh and I...I distract myself.
A stitch in time beats nine.
Back in North America.
A dilapidated fortress stares down
an overwhelming thunderhead.
...I
I camp out.
It requires a tenth...tent.
An Eagle never blinks.
No eye lids.
An unimpeded view.
...but I...I surrender.
There is no place in the world
I can escape.
...I
i think of you.
You are living art.
Here.
Now.
What I perceive
is what I live.
I perceive us.
I can picture you.
I am photography,
the camera, the lens.
I absorb your image,
process it.
A form of plagiarism
I didn't borrow.
I stole.
Inhaled you but
...I
I dream
and I...
...i think of you.
Armand
March 11 2015
L-earn to face tomorrow,
O-r live another day;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
E-vening shadows go away.
N-ight cold chill has turned into a warm morning shine;
A-pril twenty-fifth dawn has broken brightly and fine.
A-fter the rain has gone,
L-ight shows up in the sky;
B-eneath the wide blue lane,
A-bove the clouds up high.
M-idnight will be over,
A-s the dusk comes to a close;
G-ray haze has disappeared,
A-ir is cool while the river flows.
L-earn to face tomorrow,
L-et the past be left behind;
A-nticipate the future,
N-ew hope will ease your mind.
E-arly breeze brings freshness to your spirit and heart;
S-oothe your soul with smile, cry from pain shall depart.
C-limb the highest hill,
O-ne step closer to the top;
L-ook beyond the profit
O-f the present bountiful crop.
M-ake yourself prepared not only for the next day's sorrow;
A-s the end of the world draws near, learn to face tomorrow.
O wanderer
will you now pause
to recall
those dark, forked paths,
once taken,
when you walked blindly
over a line
scratched into the sand.
Do you ponder now,
those diverse wrong-ways
that lured you into thickets
of regret -
their thorns still pricking?
At the end of the world
you may arrive at a ghost library,
hoping to delete words
that should never have been printed.
Long after a misunderstanding
becomes a malicious tongue,
clean-up crews hunt this night
for those scars
that have remained half-buried.
Wanderer,
does the rising sun burn your back,
as each finger and toe,
tries to calculate
the knotty measure of ‘wrong',
its long unwinding string
forever unraveling before you?
SWEET MISTAKES
i sit here and think
of all i've done wrong
the whispering remnents
of a long ago song
while tragic decissions have created the past
the character built
a lays new path
without mistakes, goals can't be reached
if the the world was perfect
there'd be nothing to teach.
we'd never explore our souls and our minds,
never know strengths that are built over time.
the wonder and awe that we see all around, without essence and knowledge
would shrival and drown
love and contentment could never be felt
by a heart, that has never, disapointment been dealt.
mistakes may seem bad, like the end of the world but without them our souls would never grow and unfurl
Constance
artistic dreamer, pondering thinker, and a spiritual soul
grieving, a sister, parents, grandparents, husband and baby
lover of all nature, of penning poems, and creating art
who feels fathomless serenity, tranquility and love within me
who fears climate change, conflicts, and disasters
who feels deep emotions, compassion, and friendship
who fears poverty, the end of the world, finding no Heaven
who would like to be loved, a published poet, not be forgotten
resident of this planet called Earth
La France
___________________
July 4, 2021
Poetry/Bio/This is Who I Am
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1368-095-04
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, This is Who I Am
sponsor, L. MILTON HANKINS, Judged 08/02/2021
Fourth Place
Atomic bombs are dropped on babies
Humanity is thrown out of the door
Humanity is dead. Humanity is no more
There are too many aggressive and demoniac atrocities
Wars are heartless, bestial, perilous, satanic and deadly
The hypocrisy is clearly obvious and real
This is the end of the world for many
For too many innocent human beings. Yes, this is a big deal
Human lives are no longer important
The streets are painted with real red blood
Oh! My goodness, this is worse than a major flood
Homes and buildings are pulverized. No need to pay rent
Nobody wants a genuine ceasefire
Because emotions and feelings are on fire
Poor babies never had a chance
Poor victims never have a chance
Poor pregnant women never had a chance
Poor weak elders have no chance
Humanity is mephitic. Humanity is no more
The doors and the windows of hell are wide open
There’s no hope. There’s no darn heaven
No need to say more and more
Bombs fall like dead autumnal leaves
Terror is ubiquitous and death is inevitable
Nobody wants to turn the table
They are all liars, criminals and thieves
This is no lie because they are all over the news
This is beyond fear. This is beyond sadness. I refuse
To listen to these well dressed anchors who are lying
Let me close my eyes and cover my ears
What a pity! I feel sorry for the babies
The toddlers, the youngsters, the teenagers
The men and women who die due to abject atrocities
It’s a shame. The criminals are now over-explaining
Perhaps this society should go back fighting with spears
Because the rivers and the seas were not so dirty and bloody
I can’t listen to the racist criminals and the evil bandits who are applauding
One again, let me close my eyes and cover my ears
In my body, there’re no more tears
Humanity is dead. Death is ubiquitous
The hypocrites and the bad politicians are truly dangerous
Toxic, strange, selfish, Machiavellian and inhumane
Hell is everywhere. The world is insane
Yet the Sun is shining
And the Moon is sadly watching.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
the crowd dispersed in floods of tears
disappointed that the spectacle was over
when madness resolved and sanity became restored
the clown’s persona now unmasked
make up made down for a grimace
a silent scream half aborted in the arena
masqueraded agony exchanged for a smirk
at last the lions would not have to
jump through hoops of unhinged fire
snakes now willing to shed burnt skin
participated in naked laughter and joy
the stupid August survived the fall
as he explored the autumn of life
squashed a bit at first when he
caught a trapeze artist who missed the net
and disentangled the remains of the capture
dazzled a skimpy dressed con artist
removed daggers from her torso
careful not to impale herself in the process
of self-targeted remorse as poniards denuded the truth
diabolo’s juggling halted in mid-air
alluding to the illusion of impermanent time
but even that would not pacify the spectators
who felt dispossessed by their diabolical fare
elephants trumpeted a final crescendo
when the bears chased the circus director
into submission pleading for mercy and regret
but the fleas feasted on his disingenuous stutter
outside the tent Tarot card readers
indulged in hellish merriment
proclaimed the end of the world
testified to the power of Satan
as the fool revealed himself
for he had always been a wise jester
when kids cried for ice cream and candy cotton
wool fell from the eyes of their carers and
salted caramel and strawberry flavours
melted in the bright sunshine of liberation
the show is not over until the lady bird sings
black on red polka dots cherished their wings
spanning the end of imprisoning entertainment
dismayed and heavy-hearted the rabble
roused from mischief imposed
admitted defeat from pandemonium
and had to find their own meaning of living