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Anytime we ponder over life
to extract its meaning
from unexplanaible causes,
hopelessness smears our sad faces
with an implacable grief;
but suddenly an innocent baby appears...
born inside his mother's womb,
changing our prospective
and supplement us with that
new rejuvenated spirit
to shroud us in hope,
and reveal us secrets of obscurity!
An innocent baby can
make our miseries a bygone past...
thrilling, inspiring and motivating us
to give him or her our uttermost attention
and profound,human care;
our spirit may be still obligated to grieve,
but our heart can find that freedom
from the toll of worries and desperation!
A light shines when darkness is dispersed and null...
our thoughts are controlled by negatives forces,
if we let them grimly scurry inside
and transform ourselves into sulky winers:
as sullen and inclement as weather itself...
as senescent as aged persons who grumble;
but out of nowhere we see
that whirwind transformation,
making us better givers...
when an innocent baby appears
amidst the stormy clouds
to summon up our courage!
When winds are rough,
And tear at hopes and dreams
When days are dark, and nights are tough,
And over-long, it seems
When bitter clouds collect above,
And ache and break and pour
We'll batten down the hatches,
Just like we did before.
You see, to me - we're made to last;
To wait, contented, warm;
To stand and know the past has passed.
For now, it's just a storm.
If you should fray, or fall apart,
In any where or when
We’ll always try, with all our heart,
To make you whole again.
But if you do fall behind,
And break and shake to bits
The day will come where you will find,
The pieces still all fit.
That's quite enough of strain and strife,
And painful days, astray.
This isn't at all funny, life.
Enough for now, okay?
It saddens me
To read poems of our poets
Anguish of life
And society knows it
The threat of eviction
Because no jobs can pay
Multi conglomerates
Stand in our way
Their tall buildings
Overlook our homes
Shadowing the poor
Savings they comb
Destitute families
Looking for a way out
Administration
Give them a shout
We voted you in
To change for the good
No wonder so many
Have to turned to the hood
The weight of the world
Is on us all
But the ones at the top
They rarely fall
So Corporate America
And corporates worldwide
You wouldn't be there
Without us, by your side
Written after reading James Peranteau's poem " I'll loose my little Son "
whilst listening to Tommy Shaw's " The Weight of the World "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php
Come quickly Lord, come quickly now!
I want to be with you sooner, but how?
My heart is homesick to its very depth.
To the point of breathing my very last breath!
My mind is depleted of any other things.
Only the desire to be with you, that solely remains.
My being drifts on passing this safe harbor of life.
Deciding rather to give up or continue with this "strife."
Drowning in the sea of sarrow..
Scared and unsure of what will be of tomorrow.
Day to day struggles are weighing me down.
Lord, throw me a life raft before I drown.
What is family?
What is family but a constant twisted endless winding road.
We travel down and down looking for the perfect family,hoping and praying that they understand.
Family isn’t always blood it is what we make it sometimes family can be ice cold,they don’t always understand but there will always be people who will lift you up and be your best friend.
Your best friend in times of need when family isn’t always there or when family chooses to judge when they simply don’t need to judge based off their own greed.
Family is what we make it not what we are born into if you ask me it’s something that we all do.
We all choose what to do,we all know right from wrong but some people choose to blame you and say you’re wrong.
Why are we wrong if we are making mistakes,we learn from mistakes even when our lives are at stake.
In my life I have been judged and berated yet through it all I’ve never hated,I’ve never hated those who have trespassed me,I’ve never hated those who have judged me I have never hated anyone and I never will, even if family is sometimes a hard pill,a hard pill to swallow sometimes it’s a placebo, a harsh and sour placebo that isn’t always a sweet pill, sometimes it’s bitter and sometimes it’s sweet and sometimes it’s just what we need.
Family should be there for when we are hurt most instead of laughing,mocking and judging and making a toast.
Like it’s one big celebration like we deserve to have hardships in life well let me tell you that,that isn’t who you are in life.
You are so much better then your haters and so much better then the fake faces of kindness and care,you have a strong head upon your shoulders and people who care will always be there.
He sits Alone, In the rising sun ; or is it a setting Moon?
With a birch bark Flute, a sadden Heart plays a very lonely tune
Go north, then west, says Chief Roaring Eagle, I’ll be with You soon
You can feel the tears of “Roaring Eagle” rolling down Your cheek
As he plays a forlorn melody ( of history ) his birch bark flute : sings bleak
For his Native American Ancestry : a Heritage where tribal Leaders “Speak”
Of Yesterdays, when canoes would travel the rivers, catching trout in the creek
In remembrance when Buffalo, Deer, roamed the plains, Salmon owned streams
When a Young Brave, became a man, Hunting in the Forest ; Alone with His dreams
Alone with the mysteries of Life with the voice of Forefathers’ forever heard screams
As the Flute sings to the barren forest of bygones,Chief Roaring Eagle’s Eye, Gleams
In Thanksgiving to the Almighty, the Song of Life , Continues to reassure the Living
The echoes of the birch bark flute reverberate through a dieing forest, ever Living
Go North, then West, to a new land where the Songbirds sing of LOVE: and Thrive
Where the melody of a birch bark Flute ; Sings to Nature we are now again “ ALIVE
Inspired by the Contest "Tell His Story" sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling POET
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire~~ Dedicated to all Native Americans
9th Place
I can't believe I'd ever be
part of a normal family
that loves each other without fail
with open arms they will cradle
you with heartfelt love and care
these feelings will not disappear
I never felt this way before
my childhood was like a war
fighting drugs and alcohol
but the most awful of all
is how I never quite fit in
my life was in a downward spin
till one very special day
made the past go far away
never to return again
I'm in a place I've never been
feelings different and new
hoping they will stick like glue
staying around for a while
giving me a kind of smile
I'm not used to wearing on
a face that was tattered and torn
from all the abused neglect
now a new expression will be kept
on my face and in my heart
this love will not be torn apart
with two children I adore
I would give my life up for
they will never know the sorrow
I dealt with---a new tomorrow
will always be kept and made
the will never be afraid
I will ever do to them
what was done by awful kin
this past cycle of madness
will not bring them any sadness
with love that unconditional
all their dreams I will fulfill
I may be old fashioned but I think I will die,
Refusing to believe the lie,
That open plan living justifies wearing a suit and tie.
I am yet to be convinced on the merit of hubs,
Where the Doctors keep swapping patients,
And different sports are no longer good sports.
I think headphones were something worth inventing
But I don't think they were meant for keeping,
The conversation out and the noise in, when at an important meeting.
The good news is that I have not given up hope,
That open plans and hubs are on a slippery slope,
As my grandson who is no dope,
Looks to books to give him scope,
Which pleases this old dope,
Who sees no need of a rope,
As open plan living and hubs may soon be words not often spoke,
With a new generation dreaming of a Den or a quiet space to give them scope,
Which is all that we can hope.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and love
Where eagles and doves soar above
Where people swim and surf
And chat about Google Chrome.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where spring is the best season
Welcome to Earth, grandson
Where people talk and walk
Where soon you will use a fork
And a knife to eat like everybody else
In order to feed a bigger body in the house.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
To be with a big and talented family
In order to sing and play music, to see beauty
And misery, to help and to write about everything
Under the sun, the moon and a beautiful spring.
The world is not perfect
And nobody is always correct
Welcome Home, my boy
Believe me
Life is not a perfect toy
Please trust me.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people dream and hope
Disappoint and rise up to fight
Wash off dirt with water and soap
And get stabbed in the middle of the night.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Be safe and be ready to surf
And to learn more about Google Chrome
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Baby Luca Levi, my grandson.
Good Health, Hope, Peace and Love!
Copyright © March 26, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Homeward Bound
It doesn't matter how fine your house.
Or what kind of trips you took.
What car you drive or how much cash;
The Bank records in your books.
How famous you are will soon pass away;
And you will be yesterday's news.
Your beauty will fade, and you hair fall out;
But what of the choices you choose?
There are things that we do that last longer than death.
That don't crumble and don't fade in time.
There are decisions we make that are not for ourselves.
There are mountains that we need to climb.
Light up the way for those in the dark.
Strengthen the weak and forlorn.
This is the reason you walk among men;
The reason for which you were born.
Invest in the lives of the people you love.
For generations yet far to come.
Live such a life that they'll follow your path,
And of your harvest they'll reap the sum.
Build for you must, it's the way of all men;
But hold to these principles fast.
Build the things that matter the most.
Build the things that will last.