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WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME IS MORE THAN I CAN PUT IN WORDS
YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND, MY SISTER MOST PRECIOUS IN MY WORLD
YOU TEACH ME TO BELIEVE THAT WE ARE ALL PART OF A BIGGER PLAN
YOU TEACH ME WE ARE GUIDED BY THE UNIVERSES’ GENTLE HAND
YOU SHOW ME HOW TO BE THANKFUL WITH YOUR GRATITUDE FOR SIMPLE THINGS
YOUR LOVE FOR ME AND FAITH IN US IS WHAT MAKES MY HEART SING
WHEN WE FIRST MET I DIDN’T EVEN FATHOM THE MEANING
BUT I KNEW THAT YOU WERE SOMEONE SPECIAL ON THAT
CHRISTMAS EVENING
THERE WAS A PLAN THAT NIGHT AND ONLY THE UNIVERSE KNEW
AND NOW PART OF THE PLAN IS WE’RE MOVING SOMEWHERE NEW
A PLACE WE ALREADY KNOW IN HEART AS IT BELONGS TO US
A PLACE THAT WILL COME TO OWN US BUT THAT WE CAN ALWAYS TRUST
FOR WE WILL BE TOGETHER ON THIS JOURNEY GOING WEST
AND BE OUR BEST FOR EACH OTHER WITH EVERY ADVENTURE THAT COMES NEXT
WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME MY SISTER IS BROADER THAN I CAN SAY
SINCE YOU FOUND ME ON THAT WINTER NIGHT YOU’VE HELPED LIGHT UP MY WAY.
"The Bogeyman in Carnage"
Upon the darkened streets of Haddenfield,
A specter stalks a prey, cloaked in shadow's fold.
No mortal eye can pierce his mask's shield,
Nor fathom depths where sanity is lost.
His stride unwavering, relentless, cruel,
Each footfall echoing death's grim approach.
Victims fall screaming, lives cut short, souls defiled, shortened of breath.
Yet expressionless face betrays no emotion.
Beneath the harvest moon's sickly glow,
Blood splatter patterns stain his mask.
Through windows locked and doors securely barred,
Sleep eludes the living in fearful flight.
For none know when the boogeyman may arrive,
To claim them in the dead of endless night.
Everybody has experienced a turning point
It’s a natural part of life; it’s part of growing up
Life is a sleek roller coaster that goes down and up
There’s a Carrefour which we must turn to a point
To pause, think, fathom and reflect upon and to move on
To face a neoteric reality, an ingenious centaur with apron
Unusual or strange events take place all the time where
Nobody is in control; nobody dares to face the bad bear
Life is more than an enigma, a hieroglyph, a mystery
Nobody can really predict anything under the hala tree
One must do his/her best to use the turning point to be
A newer individual, a courageous leader and a brilliant apprentee
Only schlemiels don’t change; only zombies have no hope to be better
It’s scary and sad that the world is following the demented monster.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Here’s a question – when you buy
An item of new clothes,
How long until you wear it?
Not too long, I would suppose.
Do you take the tags off quickly,
Sporting it next time you dress
Or does it go in the closet
With the wardrobe you possess?
Or perhaps it’s folded neatly,
Nestled in a chest of drawers,
Waiting with the others to be worn
Since now it’s rightly yours?
For some reason I can’t fathom,
Any new clothes that I buy
Have to wait before I wear them –
There’s no explanation why.
So they hang or lie there, marking time,
Until that special morn
When their tags are cut and they’re put on
To finally be worn.
My husband’s just the opposite.
When clothes come from the store,
He puts them on at once and then
He’s headed out the door.
Oh matchless our delight does never end
ceaseless variety of kingdom you defend
unending the exploration of the world around
photography of new discovery found
Within the caves growth of limestone formations
lattice work and crystal chandelier creations
eons of history where water carries matter
to build visions new and particles to scatter
Exquisite designs to view above and below
daily something unknown has made it’s show
rainforests beset with capacious greenery
extensive with volumne the expanse of scenary
We confine ourselves to the walls of city
and alienate ourselves to all that is pretty
though we hail the lives of those who explore
who search the heavens and of earths floor
Infinite the knowledge the origin of planet
diversity of species of gems and stones granite
consider the growth and composition of stone
movement of water and pressure them hone
All know that many gems are formed under pressure
and human character like tested with measure
Like jewels are cut to ornament the treasure
God molds each and everyone to his pleasure
Hail I do men that fathom grotto’s and caves
like ancient seamen went skimming the waves
courage required here tis for no knaves
those who travel here are only the braves
Boldly do men survey the planets secrets
forge the trails and navigate the seaships
track and map untamable habitats
where creatures thrive on sulfur but we collapse
In darkened caverns their ever present night
there do dwell creatures with self contained light
each creature for it’s environments design is right
diverse the living things concealed from our sight
Scarcely tapped fathomless in it’s diversity
what could one discover if occupy eternity
all those who become Gods Sons possess the ages
not constrained by death or times gauges
sources Genesis Job Psalms and science
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Until a single star is born,
How many countless eons it must have suffered—
No one truly knows.
And once that star is formed,
Until its starlight finally reaches this earth,
How many countless ages have brushed past you—
No one truly knows.
However,
You, who are reading this very line, are that star.
Long before this universe was even born,
Enveloped in hundreds of millions of years of darkness,
An unknown, silent existence
Spent countless ages alone—
Perhaps shedding endless tears—
In some star amid thunder, lightning, and gloom,
Just to create the 'you' of this present moment.
Even I cannot fathom how long that eternity was.
But that is precisely who you are.
You have overcome all these tribulations,
And your sacred life
Began on December 6th, 2023.
Therefore, your life in this present moment
Is so deeply
Beautiful, holy, and blessed.
Furthermore, by the laws of nature that even God cannot defy,
And by your own supernatural power,
You were brought forth upon this earth.
Thus, as long as you exist, those stars, the moon,
And this beautiful earth exist solely because of you.
And if, after your long journey,
You must leave someone behind in your heart and depart,
And by your own holy free will,
When it is time to go to that beautiful kingdom of heavenly blessings,
When it is time to ascend to that beautiful land of the stairway to heaven—
Perhaps, because of your sacred, beautiful picnic,
All creation and the universe might instantly vanish into nothingness.
Even the very soul of me, who writes this poem,
Might disappear into the wind in a single flash,
All because of a single step you take.
Therefore, your birthday is magnificent.
Though on the day of your birth,
I cannot offer you a tangible gift to hold dear,
At this very moment,
For you, who are reading these words,
I shall become your eternal light of love,
And wish you the happiest of birthdays.
Away
From the fray
Tear drops on me soul’s windows
Blood droplets from wounded displays
I, me, all of my being
Drowned with the pain of no longer believing
When hope has died, from those many famines
What pray tell is left to fathom?
Oceans deep
Mountains steep
Maidens only left to weep
While Knights make their daily keep
Life
gone
far
away
The seminar of the dead
We shall weep for those still away
Love lost
Lost lovers
White doves
Doves fly away
Hold hands with those in need
please dont make them plead
love is grand if you know is a seed
Smile, for that’s a food that feeds
In the nights of long ago
In lands that hold tales that never let go
Let me rest there, and let me be
I lost my love, let me hold onto sanity
Tis a rose, tis a thorn
The romantic always left forlorn
In verdant refuge, I've concealed,
Whispered of your grace, in veiled tongue.
Unveiling passion, dread abounds,
Sleep flees, with love's throb throbbing.
From the instant our gazes met,
A nexus formed, ethereal thread.
Emotion's haze, unsure, elusive,
Yet, within, a fervent ember.
This liaison, steeped in enigma,
Deeper essence, all must fathom.
Thus, humbly I descend, knees kissed,
Propounding queries poised for you.
If you acquiesce, divinely concur,
I'd transcend, paramount suitor.
Allow celestial grace to drape,
Your form, the heavens adorning.
Though your heart may veer, astray,
I beseech, will you grant?
Through love's threshold, grant me passage,
Journey as one, fate entwined.
Reveal the cryptic enigmas hidden,
In whispered echoes, affection's code.
Untangle the tapestry, our destinies,
Intertwined, two souls harmonizing.
Let us waltz amidst love's sonata,
Symphony resplendent, hearts entwined.
In twilight's embrace, serenade whispers,
As constellations witness our ardor.
Unveil the tendrils of desire,
Lush petals unfurling, passion ablaze.
Euphoria's hymn, sung fervently,
As time surrenders to our unity.
Shall we etch our tale,
In ethereal ink, love's manuscript?
Within the labyrinth of devotion,
We'll script a tapestry, everlasting.
Allow your essence, an elixir sweet,
To intertwine with mine, inseparable.
Through tempest's gale or tranquil seas,
We'll weather love's ever-changing tides.
With you, the hours dance,
In harmonious rhythm, souls enmeshed.
In your presence, serenity finds home,
A sanctuary, where love's embers glow.
So, let truth unfurl,
Unlock secrets, desires untamed.
In this waltz of hearts, entwined,
Shall we embark on love's voyage?
Speak, and in your words,
Shall the universe sway, hearts aligned.
For in your answer lies my solace,
A symphony composed, love's opus divine.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S????
ArtFromHeart
I asked the shards, whose were on the walls of this narrow corridor.
What is this self? What are this one to do with this life?
Pass through here and we shall write on your husk the answer.
And so this one did, went forth.
Each slice revealed another, once dormant, memoir.
There, at dawn all had to leave their shelter to do what they did not like, for beings they could not care less about.
Every day, from dawn to dusk inside the metal worm accompanied from the faceless shadows.
Turning around, that pain, he was quite familiar with.
This one does not fathom the meaning, told to the shards, all you did was to open this flesh and gifted this one with scars.
No, we wrote on thy husk the emptiness of the meaningless that is to keep going.
Thee went trough us, though them, without desire, got scars, got pain, suffered, struggled. And yet, you need a reason, is not the pain and scars a lesson enough? At the end, you are more empty than before. Why is that?
I do not know. Why?
Forwhy there's no meaning, no higher purpose, no nothing, life itself is a disease, and you know, the other husks as well, how to get rid of it. Keep struggling, if so you wish. But take heed of us, there are nothing worth beyond.
At this point, this one decided to stop looking, he felt empty.
You told me to look, they told me to look, and less than that was not done.
Yet nothing was found, but what this one already knew, but denied.
To breath brings nothing but painfulness episodes to that what you told me to be worth the conflict.
I often get lost within myself.
But she help me find my way out. Cold. Sharp. True to its nature.
One. Two. Three, still cannot feel and you cannot understand, but I am back.
She brought me here.
As it goes dripping down, small portions of me, making small pools of crimson mirros
The very same spot where I can spy all the faces that once hated, where I can hear the laughter, the mockery, once more and feel the eyes judging and the fingers condemning.
I ask the table next to me:
What am I to do with what I've found?
Fill the void in thysellf, she told me.
I knew what she meant. I have to use the needle, the white dust and the stones.
To fly higher than this realm, fly away from myself.
Perchance, to find the end. And after it, may find a purpose...
Lest we forget
Where our ancestors planted
The tree of knowledge and wisdom;
Then forget that a man
Whose hand is in a Lions jaw
Needs more than a pat
On his back
A man with a speck in his eye,
Must thread with caution
Not to rupture his eye
Brother, come let us till the soil
While the rains are here;
Before the harmattan season creep in on us
And crack our earthenware
Let us gather in sommer
Before winter pounces on us
Seeking for its perilous pound of flesh
Let us play moonlight games
Before the moon bids us goodnight,
And shuts its seductive eyes on us
A man who does not know
Where the rain began emptying its bowel on him,
Will not fathom when the rain closes its spincter
A man cannot sow rice
And expect to reap Cassava
Brother,
Let us not forget where our ancestors
Planted the tree of knowledge and wisdom,
Then, mistake an Obeche for Iroko tree
Brother,
A good name is better than gold!