Long Everywhere Poems
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The debt collector
Knocks on our door
When we hide
He still enters
From the window
He claims his due
A debt of love
Hidden deep within
Recesses of our heart
Veiled by desires
Mirrored by fears
Rooted in attachment
To images on a screen
He holds us in his grip
Curtailing movement
Of spiralling thought
Propelling us into
The dark void
Of no-thingness
Of cessation
At first we are disconcerted
In this strange place
Humming with a current
Magnetic and invisible
Outpouring a nectar
Elixirous beyond measure
Throbbing bliss ineffable
As a benign explosion
In renewal continual
We then hear a voice
Of the debt collector
The voice is melodious
Telepathic and lucid
Centred everywhere
In the void enigmatic
‘This is your heart
And in it is this love
The gift of the universe
Is lying here unused
Although it’s spark
Is eternal ...
‘If you have no need of it
Then return it back to us
You are free
To indulge in illusions
Familiar patterns
Of narrow mind
Enmeshed in delusion
Self created’
We freeze
There is no doubt
We now know
Yet gravity
Pulls us down
We oscillate
Between the voids
Differentiated
By intent
29-December-2020
It’s beginning to look
a lot like Springtime
Everywhere I go
The grass is now green
no mud in between
Soon-it’ll-be-long-enough to mow
It’s beginning to look
a lot like Springtime
Flowers are in bloom
Yellow daffodils
Tulips always thrill
Get-out-of-your-stale old room
It’s beginning to look
a lot like Springtime
There’s-a-certain-something in the air
Couples are holding hands
strolling along the sand
The-time-is-ripe for-a love affair
When summer is gone
Clouds start their move with a scurry
As if to attend to some urgent work
Taking their move as a harbinger,
Birds and animals reset their homes
And preserve foods in secret stores
Get ready, the farmers, with ploughs and processed seeds
Men take out their umbrellas from lofts.
Mothers wait eagerly for children’s comeback from school.
Children look like heavy weight champions with waterproof jackets.
Youth rush to restaurants to relish hot and yummy savouries.
The poor old men try to patch up their thatched huts.
Villagers offer reverence to gods for good rain
A huge locomotion everywhere
Pitter-patter rain drops
Come down with flashes and splashes.
Placed: 1st
Puzzle pieces everywhere.
I could have left him alone.
Except I like to work on the puzzle together.
We would sit on the rug in the living room.
Turning the floor into a picture.
A picture which is being built, but not with brick or cement.
Fitting just right.
The end of the puzzle is in sight.
Is a puzzle like a game?
Which we must tame?
Everyone cheered for the last piece, the last piece.
But my hand trembles more than ever.
Puzzle pieces in a square.
Everything is part of a part.
A hand or an eye.
There’s a person coming into focus.
In my own living room he becomes clear.
500 pieces later.
I feel bad.
Puzzle pieces in a box.
Set in a drawer with my socks.
Puzzle pieces scattered.
It took two days to finish, not that it mattered.
I should have put it in a frame.
Making it again would never be the same.
Without you to work on it together.
I guess I’ll just learn to knit a sweater.
Because that puzzle will never be made again.
I know that within.
Puzzle pieces everywhere.
I see you everywhere.
Midnight darkness suddenly descended upon the city as morning peeped through the blackened sky the city waits in suspense to die.
They have been working for several days battening up windows and doors as if they can keep the wind out. Thousands of sand bags lined the shore forming a pyramid in the shape of a door, the sea gulls' flies to and fro holding mass on top of the sand's bags.
The military is on base, trying to put things in place, the governor is issuing warning and mass evacuation is happening. They have been through this process every year but some people just don’t care. Those that refuse to leave went flying seventy-five meter in the breeze landing in the boat that capsized on the shore.
The hollowing wind comes dancing in and the branches and roots begin to sing scattering leaves on the ground just warming up and looking around.
Everyone grips tightly to their beds holding on to their pillows while the little children held tightly to their mothers as the howling wind races like a mad man through the city. The intensity is low and the wind does not have a long way to go, it swirls around the street dumps water around as the surge spreads water throughout the town.
Everywhere is dark and just the old larks flying around looking for a place to ride out the storm before the wind picks up speed.
Hundreds of them are flying in the air looking for a place to land but the wind is blowing in different directions. They all hobbled on a in a dense tree trying to escape from the breeze but a category three wind was not strong enough to done them in.
The worst is yet to come, the day has just begun, its eyes are bulging, its body is swelling and its head is enlarging, it is coming out of the mountain and it is approaching the county center ripping up power lines, breaking up houses and tossing boats in the middle of the sea.
It rips through an entire city and flattens every house on the street leaving mud and debris in business places and private residence . I stood above and watch the Rolling Tides creating havoc in the town while the old lark kept flying around.
Hubby and Meowlu went out to play,
With a cricket ball on a sunny day.
They kicked it around on the soft green grass,
Meowlu was quick, oh so fast!
Hubby would throw the ball up high,
Meowlu would jump, almost touching the sky.
They ran and laughed and had such fun,
Under the warm and shiny sun.
The ball bounced here and rolled over there,
Meowlu chased it everywhere.
Hubby clapped and shouted with glee,
At his cat so nimble and free.
They played till the sun began to set,
Both tired out and a little wet.
Hubby hugged Meowlu, his furry friend,
A perfect day that never came to an end.
I sat down to write my thoughts…and in my mind create
some rationale…some logic…some reasoning for hate.
Knowing hate adversely affects everyone on Earth…
how those who are doing the hating…and those they hate
are both stripped of their value…their dignity…their worth.
I am puzzled how some members of the same human family
can treat others members with such disdain…
and the more hate I witness in the world…the more difficult I find it to explain.
When I look into some people’s hearts and hate is what I see…
I’m convinced that understanding hate…
is for those much more intelligent than me.
As I was frustrated with all the sadness and heartache
hate had me thinking of…
A voice from inside my head said…
stop thinking about hate…and try concentrating on love.
So I turned my thoughts to my friends and family…
thinking how precious they are to me…
I thought how I love the beauty of nature…everywhere I see.
I thought of all the people out there who are caring and loving and kind.,..
and before I knew it hate…was the furthest thing from my mind
Sometimes I need to be reminded…to refocus…to concentrate….
to remember we were created by love…to love…
not created by hate…to hate
I wonder if all those filled with hate at this moment…
would take the time to sit down and create…..
a list of all the things in life they love…
they might find…there is no room on their list…for hate.
And when people think more about love…they will act act out of love…
they will give and receive more love…every day…
and before they know it love will surround their hearts
and their hate will fade away.
It’s funny how I sat down to try to understand hate…
which only weighed down my somber heart with dread….
and how my heart was lifted up…
when I thought of love…instead.
Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and an unwanted sneeze:
think of sunshine when dreary days make you shiver...
winter is well-known for the deep sadness of its bare trees
and the absence of flowers and birds that were everywhere.
Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts,
don't a be victim of undesired frustration and loneliness,
take a long walk in the falling snow: see the fluffy snowflakes dance...
gladly accept godly gifts without bows.
Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts
by remembering the days spent on sunny shores:
those pristine beaches where the midday sun was strong and burned...
go back there by using your fantasy when you'll be bored.
Haven't I given you many useful hints how to avoid those so-hated winter blues?
It takes little effort to shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and never lose!
I kept thinking what life would have been, if he had not commit that terrible sin, I kept thinking if he had not gone to that place, life would not have been the same and he wouldn’t have to play this dirty game.
His inner spirit is silently weeping and his heart kept leaping, and his enemies are smiling; the choices that he has made has pushed him straight through the gate and turned his mind upside down smashing his frivolous crown on the hard ground.
So much innocence on his face he has beguile the entire human race with his brand name and python smile and a cucumber squashed in his side, but I am too strong to be held in the gutter for such deception. Experience has taught me to be humble and the humility in my heart has take me to many place, I don’t see how he could push me off the cliff, I have twisted him in my brain, I am sitting upon his nervous strings and if he try anything I will drive him insane.
He will run after me everywhere but when he gets there I will not be there. I will stand on top of the mountain looking at them on his knees seeking remission for his hideous sins. He has mingled with more a hundred men and women sending them to their mysterious death when they discover the pendant around his heart it is only revealed in the dark.
Everyone has a story to tell of how they wrestle the beguiling python to the ground, and wrapped it around the tree and bruise its head and knees, I want to cry for him because I can feel his rhythm changing but I want to reach out and touch him but I will not shed a tear for that deceptive dude, that keeps running around pulling off the ladies skirts breaking families apart and creeping out slowly when it gets dark.
I kept thinking what life could have been, if he was the person he said he was smoking pipes on one side and dabbling with lipstick on the other side. His ego has let him down and his ambition has plunged into the ground.
It is a mistake that no one should make when money and power elevate you to the top, and you have everything that you need, keep your conscience clean and spend time in solitude to enjoy your hard earn dreams. I will move forward and not regress until I acquire the very best.
I know that we're all tired of hearing
And sharing bad or knavish news about everywhere
About countless elections that were just and fair
We're absolutely sick and tired about sharing
Too many sad news about crime, corruption
Negative events, racism and discrimination
This is the end of the year. We want all crises
To be over, done. We want the pandemic to end
We're tired and frustrated about the messes
We want to have a better world. Now, we want to send
Solely good news to the world. We want to inspire
We want to see friendlier smiles, more gorgeous flowers
At home, not at funeral. We want to hear about lovers
Not about haters, criminals and liars who conspire
Incessantly. We abhor bad news, fake news, and dirty lies
We want the nonsense to cease and to see more genuine smiles
A new year, a new beginning, a novel dawn is quickly approaching
Hence, let's start fresh and acclimate our lives to the new spring.
Copyright © December 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.