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Come inside it's cold out
The cabin's nice and warm
The weekend forecast just came on
They say a big snowstorm
I'll get your booty slippers
You change into your sweats
I'll bring down your blanket
And then you'll be all set
Now give me your guitar there
The one that needs the string
I'll put a new one on for you
And then I'll play something
But first I have to tune them
The body realign
Make sure the pitch is perfect
And then she'll sound just fine
The tone comes through my fingers
Sometimes a gentle touch
Sometimes a vibrant plucking
The choices vary much
And if you want a lesson
Just sit here in this chair
I'll check on your Bm
In case it's still not there
I have a funny feeling
It might not quite yet be
I'll have to guide your hands again
Relax now, just let me
That's it you're doing better
Don't stop now, get it clear
My that's a lovely sweater
And your neck is oh so near
I'm losing concentration
I'm in a zone of bliss
Please don't be upset with me
It was just a little kiss
We must love our own
First
We must fight for our own
First
We must love and fight for the victims
Because they’re part of our teams
We simply cannot let them suffer
Anymore
We must respect their pride and candor
Evermore
Under the bridge where they seek sanity
Freedom, decency, hope and better opportunities
Over the dangerous waves where they seek liberty
Men, women and children face death and controversies
All God’s children merit living in peace
All God’s children are created equal
It is the same red blood seeking justice
We all have one body, one heart and one soul
We must stand for the rights of everybody
Regardless of the color that we all see
The Sea is tired of drowning so many
The sharks are sick of devouring so many
The bombs no longer want to kill so many
The bullets are tired of piercing so many
And the flowers no longer want to be part
Of so many funerals
And it’s shameful that so many heads have no heart
Oh! Brave soldiers and poor generals
We must not love our own
Last
We must not fight for our own
Last.
P.S. Peace and Love.
Copyright © February 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I’ll cry my little eyes out whilst he’s gone
Sincerity will overcome my mourn
Whenever I’m in doubt I’ll pretend he’s just about
Then cry my little eyes out whilst he’s gone.
I cry my little eyes out- he is gone
Whilst here dabble in some love and corn
To lighten up a load for lessons he has showed
to cry my little eyes out when he’s gone
I’ll cry my little eyes out- when he’s back
And jokes that I will tell will be a crack
For him to laugh along to my crying song
I’ll cry my little eyes out when he’s back.
We’ll cry our little eyes out when we’re one
From happiness not sadness, will be fun
Once again we will unite to have a little fight
to cry our little eyes out when we’re one.
Abraham pleaded with God for Sodom's salvation
Lot prayed for his very life with the cancellaton of
Tzohar's elimination *
Lot's prayers were accepted, the righteous Avrahams were rejected
At first glance astonishing, until more closely inspected
Abraham's concern was that justice be done
So, while God refused to save the city, Avraham felt he'd won
Lot prayed for his very life, along with the rescue of Tzohar
If G-d rejected his prayers, he could go nowhere
His back to the wall, Lot cried out to God from sheer fright
Who listened and saved Lot from his personal plight
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*Tzohar was a small town near Sodom where Lot sought refuge.
According to Rabbi Nachmanides, however, God had also
scheduled it for elimination (along with Sodom and Gomorrah).
The only star for me
Is a split binary, that cannot agree
Tearing me apart, within this melee
From the moment, of man’s creation
Forever open, to lame interpretation
Was I assembled, in a solar system
Inanimate, and lacking any wisdom
Brought to life, to fill a Gods quota
I haven’t got the faintest clue or iota
Heavy elements, and dust coalesced
Later on, wise men attempt to process
Spoiler alert! I’ll tell you what I know
Science and religion, puts on a show
Orbiting each other, huge quandaries
Crisscrossing our human boundaries
Why can’t gravity, bash them together
If not for worse, definitely for better
In a supernova blast, releasing sense
Knocking me off, that stubborn fence
Burning away, every bit of my doubt
Or is this failed star, never to find out
By David Kavanagh
11/07/22
Santa, What I want for Christmas
Your elves can't make
You can't put in your bag
and doesn't cost a cent
Santa, What I want this Christmas
is a gift from the heart
emanating from your soul
to change you, and us, forever
Santa, I want you to go to Church
this Christmas Eve, and pray --
Pray for the Widow
for the Orphan
for the Stranger
Pray for the Homeless
for the Poor
for the Forgotten
Pray hard
Thanks, Santa
December 05, 2019
What You Want For Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Paul
Subways canceled; buses, too.
Cannot visit park or zoo.
Broadway tickets? Outta luck.
Far from home? You might be stuck.
Baseball games not being played.
Flights postponed – at best, delayed.
Museums closed and so are gyms.
In churches, there might not be hymns.
If you’re residing in Zone A,
Evacuate without delay.
For all the rest, have flashlights, please,
‘Cause Con Ed has no guarantees.
Stock yourself with food and drink;
Here we totter, on the brink.
Get supplies or you’ll regret it.
When Irene hits, you won’t sweat it.
Nature loves to throw us curves
And newscasters pump up your nerves.
Still, I’m all set and won’t complain,
Just waiting for the wind and rain.
I wonder, though, if they’re mistaken -
If it’s sunny when we waken?
Experts will say we were spared
Because we were so well-prepared!
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Tammy Bruce, Mark Levin,
Jeremy Hunt, Charrise Lane,
Carol Swain, Felecia Killings,
Ben Shapiro, Tyrus,
Adam Carolla,
Kat Timpf, Winsome Sears,
Jennifer Ruth Green, David Webb,
Rob Smith, C J Jordan,
Bob Johnson, Vernon Jones,
Herschel Walker, Robert Maxwell,
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Paula White, Thomas Rodgers,
Raymond Jackson, Lawrence Jones,
Janelle King, Jessica Millan Patterson,
Jesse Lee Peterson, Karen Lake,
Randy Quaid and Jeff Sessions.
Mummy says its time for me to say my prayers
I know she listens on the landing by the stairs
I kneel down by the side of my cosy bed
Soon it will be time to rest my weary head
Every night I close my eyes and pray
To say thank you God for a lovely day
God bless mummy; I say that every night
God bless daddy; now a star that shines so bright
Please God can you stop mummy from crying
She’s so so sad with my daddy dying
Look after grandma Bo and grandpa Boo
Daddy was their son he loved them too
God please can you tell mummy I don’t like cheese
It tickles my throat and then makes me wheeze
Can you help me with the answers to my maths test
I will practice my times tables, I will try and do my best
Mummy says I can have a little kitten for being so good
But I’d swap the kitten to have daddy back if I could
PLEASE God can you stop mummy from crying
She’s so so sad with my daddy dying
AMEN
05~17~15
Contest:- Prayertime Memories – Isaiah Zerbst
~awarded 1st place~
I yearn for raw love, unsculpted by time, unchanged,
The kind that is born at dawn's golden break and does not die at dusk,
That pulses in veins like an eternal river, undivided by norms,
Through the corridors of life, unfaltering, dreaming in bloom.
I desire pure love, not sown in the Babylon of feelings,
That which does not rise from a play on words or the illusions in vain,
It materializes in silent gestures, in looks that ask for no permission,
Finding its hidden truth in depths, not on wayward maps.
That very love, which doesn't wear the mask of convention on parade,
But clothes souls in the fiery red of pure and unsullied passion,
Which fears not to show the nakedness of emotion, nor its vulnerability,
A love that, with each blue sky, swears eternity, to descend warmly into the heart.
I seek that love which whispers secretly amongst the rustling of hidden leaves,
Which dances free under the silver rain of stars that watch from above,
A love to be the song that resonates in perfect harmony with the cosmic bow,
That in silences and in storms weaves its tale, far from the twilight's fading light.
A love that asks the stars for signs, that reads fate in outstretched palms,
It doesn’t chase echoes in deserted valleys, nor gets entangled at unequivocal crossroads,
That remains unswerving when the weariness of the moment weighs heavy on eyelids,
The one which, over time, weaves warm impulses where the raw word is not a porch, but fire.