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Express yourselves unabashedly my friends
Because no one can honestly give you a grade
Write your poems with your own hands
Make them natural, beautiful and homemade.
Don’t worry about foes, faux, aliens and others
Just do what you need to do my friends
To find good, fair, impartial or sagacious readers
Be creative or innovative to embark on your own trends.
All poems are important, relevant and famous
All poems are born from a particular or divine inspiration
Be bold, brave, controversial, generous and ingenuous.
Bias exists even in literary art poetry. Ignore the laughs
Continue writing. This world is full of odds, hurdles and gaffes
Be happy! It’s needless to yearn for a standing ovation.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my friend, Juan Felix Of Orlando and others.
Juan, I wish you a speedy recovery. You're in my thoughts, prayers and poems.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
My Purpose
Written: by Tom Wright
4/25/2018
A reason exists, known to God, for my remaining,
Facing health issues, that lifestyle, is so constraining.
Since the “widow maker” failed in doing its thing,
God has allowed me to experience another spring.
My return to doing things has become my obsession,
And because of inability I now deal with depression.
While I now realize, things won’t be found as before,
I’ve a sense of confinement to a space with no door.
My exercise of Faith, I exhibit, in my extreme trust,
Through prayer, God allows me, too bad days adjust.
God has moved me to see my need to become adept,
Doing things within confines, and the balance to accept;
(His will)
This morning was
quite unlike the last.
Stooping branches held
no breath of song.
No trills, no calls,
no sudden flutter flaps
of wings beating air.
Silence only broken
by the hushed quiver
that's something's wrong.
The wind lifted to
stir the birds awake,
to shake their perches
off their quiet
interlude,
but all to no avail.
For the sprays to kill weeds
and baits to kill
rodent pests as well,
had unintended
well foretold and known
blatant consequences
killing birds as well.
Stung by humans who
believe that nature
exists for their convenience,
and that it is appropriate,
to send innocent bystanders
to hell, to where the birds
fell,
silent.
I was a soul born in chaos
my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal
I have been blasted by forces
outside of my own natures call
and yet I can see the raw beginning
of a mind fluid
with the elements of the cosmos
this "life" has been an experience of
implosions , explosions , explorations
bombardment , impartment , eruption
corruption , inattention , and deliberations
my consciousness is aware of it's implications
my judgments categorize the experiences
such as a minute star is transformed
by the particles and forces
to which it is subjected
So too are we
but cosmological law
is annulled in it's full power
when in contact with chaos
I am fully cognizant of both
moral and cosmological law
I can jump off a cliff
or commit violence upon humans
I can actually pervert
the substance of cosmos where I reside
instead of planting , growing , harmonizing
refining my alignment with nature
I can poison , deform and subject
every participation to destruction
and as long as mankind's children
continue in the predator mentality
of their six thousand year experiments
of every violation of that which they should love
I am in total agreement with nature
that which is destructive to growth
needs removal , only with mankind
removal is "replacement" of ideology
a transformation of perspective and viewpoints
where the mind finds it desirable
to increase the beauty of LIFE
and not to poison it's fluid
the superlative and majestic cosmos
that our tinkering seeks to dissect
manipulate , rearrange it's manifestations
and in reflection this one thought
is of itself an infinitesimal insignificance
when standing before the face of LIFE
but it is my thought , my mind and
created by the most intensive force that
exists among mankind , LOVE of LIFE
HOPE in LIFE , and the seeking of every
manifestation of it's Glory
no man has seen God
but we at great length consider
all that we may perceive that to be ...
COPYRIGHT © 2015
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence
Reach for heavens gate with your heart in your hand
Unlock the door with your love command
Stop by and get a kiss at the booth
Envelope your self on the ride of truth
Catch a smile from an angelic face
Enter a tent of mystery and not feel out of place
See the clownish souls of life's past
The ringmaster of love will make them eternally last
Get your ticket and enjoy the show
The more you learn the more you will know
Read the book and see all of the glory
Do not fall for the devils side story
Feeling no change as time goes bye
Touch the clouds earn your wings to fly
Strike a blow and let passions rise
Let your heart fill double in size
Dance in a dream and drink up the cheer
No time exists for you to fear
Climb the tree to see forever is far
Reach out and release to finally touch a star
The meaning of it all is just a question away
Ask for the answer as you kneel and pray
Take the time to eat fire without your earthly woes
The battle is won over your inner demonic foes
Look into the funny mirror and see the peaceful face
No longing for yesterday never wanting to leave this place
No reason to hide no reason to run
The pain of life is over and done
Testify and sing your sins our loud
Walk the wire and soar above the crowd
From the ashes of death comes rebirth
Living in the carnival beyond the greatest show on earth
Oh, translucent orange Carnelian crystal gem,
tumbled and smooth, and cool in my hand.
When I hold you to the light you have inflection,
where it seems another cloudy realm exists within.
I turn you and you change like a chameleon,
it is said you are a guide to an afterlife land.
Oh, Carnelian- you change dreams to reality, wherein
this girl will calm all negativety- all the bad will tailspin.
______________________________
December 27, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, Carnelian
Copyright Protected, ID 16-861-378-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Out Of The Box
Sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann
Third Place
15.8
“Have faith, my son, have faith
You are Awareness alone
the Self, the One
You are the Lord of Nature”
15.9
“The body is made of worldly stuff
It comes, it lingers, it goes
The Self neither comes nor goes, yet remains
Why mourn the body?”
15.10
“If the body lasts until the end of time
or perishes today—
is there gain or loss for you?
You who are Awareness?”
15.11
“Let the waves of the universe rise and fall as they will
You have nothing to gain or lose
You are the ocean”
15.12
“You are the substance of Consciousness
The world is You
Who is it that thinks
he can accept or reject it?
And where does he stand?”
15.15
“Leave behind such distinctions
as “I am He, the Self,”
and “I am not this.”
Consider everything Self
Be desireless
Be happy”
15.16
“Your ignorance alone creates the universe
In reality One alone exists
There is no person or god other than You”
15.17
“One who knows for certain
that the universe is illusion,
a no-thing,
becomes desireless,
pure Awareness,
and finds peace in the existence of nothing”
The zone of deep silence
Beyond mind
Presence in self existence
Formless space aligned
(21-August-2019)
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Verses revisited on 02-December-2021
Let’s begin then, by exiting self-hypnosis
Enslavement to lower mind
Melding mind, soul, spirit, Perichoresis
Exiting narrow thoughts that bind
Our innate aliveness, where is it located
Is it in the head or the heart
Desire enmeshed thought, has us agitated
Until we add love to cart
Head and heart meld, in a stillness continuum
Devoid of thought, fears and desires recede
There remains in mind-body, no ego residuum
Layer by layer, erst habit patterns we weed
There is no thought, yet our awareness remains
Poised in the void in childlike wonderment
Soul cleansed of feral stains, measuring not gains
Magnetised, reveals innate essence luminescent
We may call this Holy Spirit, kundalini or grace
There is no one now within, to assign any label
In timeless time, we may see God face to face
Inner alignment being all it takes for this miracle
Becoming the answer, we need no translator
Yet the light that already is, we cannot transmit
Ceasing to be a doer, as a humble receptor
Know God in-dwells all, when we cease to resist
Written: March 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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Lost in the frozen haze of a bygone era.
are recoupable if you can.
climb out of the haze of despair,
Beyond the places where I walk and linger,
I often feel grumpy—
anxious and ready to leave.
I have become accustomed to a life
that comes to me,
but I don't step out with confidence
as much as I once did.
Rather, I prefer the familiar.
carving it deep into my memory,
to ensure I don't fade away.
After all, what exists without memory?
a compilation of memories
summoned to mind.
a frozen mist induces,
drifts and delays.
The head hunches as hopeful
ears strain to sense.
faint frosty fragments
floundering in the glary glitter.
of icy imprints impeding
their progress.
bouncing boldly in
the pinball pandemonium.
The moments of yesterday—
even those from just an hour ago—
slip away,
lacking shape and substance,
unless I call them back to mind.
Life seems to fade as I sit
in front of a calendar,
counting the years that seem to disappear
and confronting the void spaces
where time must have passed.
I attempt to recall
Everything I have done,
the places I have explored,
and the people I have met.
Everything feels incomplete
unless I can revisit those memories,
If I forget that I exist,
would I simply drift away,
without even noticing?
Ah, the irony of it all.
It’s crucial to find humor
even as parts of me crumble
and scatter in all directions.
THE INFORMATION
The condition of this world's dark systemization,
brought to me a needful observation,
which caused for great consideration,
and led me to the revelation,
of the information, the spiritual station
on the God channel, Eternity.
And so the information required evaluation
for the provocation of the revelation,
for an explanation for all of creation,
and illumination for the duration,
of our existential humanity.
Soon an investigation of my own condition,
brought realization of a separation
causing desperation to end speculation,
of the void of the certain education,
and the presentation of the information
requiring my belief.
The determination brought equalization
to the head to heart’s self situation,
and introduced a new elation,
to the straight and narrow indication,
for the truth I should receive.
That the Holy God of all creation,
and His love beyond all explanation,
in the midst of all of life's duration,
exists an eternal proclamation.
in the form of precious revelation,
that I had chosen to believe.
Within the lines of the information,
was a revelation of great consideration,
that God would go to such desperation,
within the cycle of generations,
to create a powerful plan of salvation,
to save all of humanity.
And in the midst of all of this information,
was even a more profound revelation,
that within the vast man numeration,
that the Father God of all creation,
had infinitely included me.
And now it is my declaration
to share the incredible information,
with hope there’ll be a revelation,
when sharing with my life proclamation,
of the love of God, in the information,
that is able to make men free.
If it would have been
Or I could have seen
This war within
I wouldn't be between
If the sun had come out
And the rain ceased
My puzzle, no doubt
Would be pieced
Just a few dollars more
To fill my pocket
My success would soar
You couldn't stop it
If I could just get
I need only acquire
This log would fit
In my tiny fire
But I recall the time
I asked and received
The one shiny dime
Oh how I did need
For a moment, I had
The final piece
A split second of glad
Quickly deceased
It wasn't long
Till I yearned for more
I had been dead wrong
The devil did lure
There exists no token
For majestic living
Jesus has spoken
His life has been given
Joy can be found
Through God alone
The only sound
With perfect tone
Thoughts of greed
Enter my mind
It's where they breed
The most evil kind
But I have the tools
A God given gift
To beat these fools
When I filter and sift
I'm intelligent enough
To know without doubt
Stuff is just stuff
And Joy, it won't sprout
I still fight these demons
On a daily basis
Full grown and their semen
The most hideous faces
But they are merely crows
And I, the farmer
Inspecting my rows
In shining armor