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SELF And Satan GIT THEE BEHIND ME LEAD ME NOT TO TEMPTATION
Get back, get back,
Devil
GIT THEE BEHIND ME
Stop whispering in my ear;
I shall not no longer fear, or hear;
now everything that glitters not gold
not everything that's pleasured is good
just because it tastes good
doesn't mean it's good for your body
we must, we mustn't trust everything we think is right
for we must pray-fully acknowledge
everything good not gold
devil I shall not
allow you to lead me into temptation
and myself my choice negative
I bring on my own suffering
for we must pray-fully acknowledge
everything good not gold
Get back, get back,
Devil
GIT THEE BEHIND ME
Stop whispering in my ear;
I shall not no longer fear, or hear;
now everything that glitters not gold
not everything that's pleasured is good
There's nothing new under the sun ;
My Lord my God deliver us from the evil one;
inspired from
--Psalms 51:10
8/12/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The sunburst sky alluringly captivating,
enthralled eyes open to the splendor of spectrum.
Kaleidoscopic dawn weaves the tapestry of imagery,
defining the contours of the garden path I tread,
and greet the glow of the new day.
The empty canvas creatively inviting,
waiting long for the brushes to gently caress,
but colors flow now with the strokes of ecstasy,
making the stillness come to life as the hues I infuse,
and shape the scene of the new day.
The awakened muse intensely inspiring,
unfurls the buds of dormant imagination.
The petals of words design the blooming poems,
emotive cadence flows from rhythm of the heart,
and cascades on the course of the new day.
The drizzle of dusk silently engrossing,
sprinkles twilight gleam on the vase of satiation,
the bouquet of sunlit hours glitters with patina of joy.
I count the sprouting stars as the mesmeric night falls,
and make my dreams of the new day.
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September 13, 2020
Contest : All In A Day
Sponsor : William Kekaula
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vote wisely
don't believe what you
see
cos behind the close
doors lies a lot unknown
as the saying goes
all that glitters are not gold
look beyond what you see
cos behind the close doors
they are dirty
look closely
can't you see that
they are always close
to us when they need
just our vote
as always every four years
election time is few day
ahead in Nigeria
is obvious
our politicians has not change
despite their obvious failures
they are still promising us
of change
even when is obvious
to us that they are the
very one not giving change
a chance to be a reality
in our country
so I call on every Nigerians
to vote wisely
is obvious the only
weapon and chance for
change now lies
on our choice of vote
please let vote wisely
please don't sell your right
remember the old ones
are not what we need
they are warn out
and as always their is always
a secret in their cupboards
despite its obvious
yet they say they are
the right ones
remember all that glitters
are not gold
so lets us
vote wisely
Yesterday, white and cold was the weather
It’s now gone old winter
It’s like turning a light switch on
Today is the birth of the spring season
Let me wish you: Happy Anniversary, Ms. Spring
Happy Birthday, my love! Again, the birds are chirping
After a long séjour flying in a warmer climate
They look like lovers coming off a lavish date
Tonight is our turn to go to dinner
To a fine dining restaurant and then to the theater
Where we can unwind, relax and have fun
The tropical wind is back, the warmth of the sun
Is back and the moon is now dancing among the stars
And of course, the beauty of the magnificent flowers
Cannot be ignored. Old and grouchy winter is gone
All the lights and glitters are on, a new season is born.
Copyright © March 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The dulcet dawn veneers my heart’s horizon with hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless yearning,
paints a golden garden blooming with luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face, I adore.
The patina of radiant rose flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with the grandeur of resplendent diamonds of dew,
rhapsody ripples in the mesmeric meadow of my mind,
my heart feels your allure, in the ether of euphoria I float.
In the vivacious vale of mind contoured by your charm,
as I carve an ardent conduit of longing to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my craving melts in a torrent,
makes my love for you a cascading stream, I swim.
Pulled by the current of your charismatic magnetism,
my possessed passion sails to the moonlit bay of bliss,
where your love weaves the lattice of stars in my sky,
with their sequins you beautify my life to complete me.
*russian to english , legend to the foreign language terms used in construction of the poem
PRIRODA – NATURE
KRUGOVOROT VODY – WATER CYCLE
LETOISCHISLENIE – CHRONOLOGY, CALENDAR
PECHENIE - COOKIE, BISKIT
The Difficult Task
Let's retain the stress of past
For prolonged solution
So program of control will last
And force the attribution
Let's submit to stupid sects
In your ideal linear way
Surprising how you're naive
Remember Faraday
Your week is starting Monday
Their week is starting Sunday
My week is starting Tuesday
Routine of them refuse, A.
Majority of human the machine
And their routine routine routine
Was off for measurement On/Off
During COVID pandemics
Their trends, their moron, their crap
Is being addressed
By competent the instance
You cannot engineer proper stance
Paths to solutions lead our epistemics
And strategy of higher order
Of quantity of them
Says my PRIRODA
Let's solve this Differential
In terminology of kind
That isn't attribute of mass
And then next step you'll find
Can the Defense impose on State
Wrongly the solutions
In bottles is KRUGOVOROT VODY
No savior are fusions
Photosynthesis and the AI
List is leaf in Russian
Curious I am what they'd compute
Especially if they are rushing
Faster faster
Dear friend
Fast your belt
Your life will end
The church is tied to calendars
To your (the) LETOISCHISLENIE
Untie this bond
And if you want believing in the luck
Do break this the Chinese PECHENIE
In bottles are the water cycle
This cycle isn't any wheel
Plastic pollution are glitters and sparkles
When will you teach child of yours to be real
The sum of water quantity in bottles
The sum of water quantity in tanks
The beam of pressure high
Pass through the throttle
Not sure what for I would be giving thanks
One of the main INSPIRATION for this POEM was or is A POEM by SAMUIL YAKOVLEVICH MARSHAK - The War With Dniester, but also BORIS ZAHODER - THE FRUSTRATIONS OF THE DOGGY, russian jew and a prominent soviet poet, sure it was translated to english and in order to INQUIRE you shall make an effort
song SLIPKNOT - Psychosocial
I am seeking methods to neutralize radiation in water
When I was young and hearty,
I once sowed a measly seed,
And saw with awe
the paltry seed grow into
a beautiful flowering tree
permeating all around
sweet fragrance
pleasing to the soul.
I likewise sowed
a shiny silver dollar,
And with bated breath
waited to see if it grows
into my dream tree:
A tree with branches of solid silver
and sparkling silver leaves,
It will bear fruits of shiny
gold and silver coins and
make all my dreams
to come true!
With glitters in my eyes,
And overbearing anticipation,
I guarded it day and night,
Nurturing it with my
dreams and aspirations.
But days turned into years
And still I did not see
even a seedling spring forth.
Now old and at my wits' end,
I dug up the coin and held it
in my trembling hand;
"Can I have that, Grandpa?"
The boy asked as he whisked
the coin off my palm.
I stared dumbfounded at him
as he ran to a roadside vendor
and bought an ice cream!
~Abdul Malik
We’ll be leaving in a day or three. School’s starting again soon, so I’m taking some last summer looks around.
When it’s vacation time I want vetted recreation - who wants to take chances?
Last spring, in the last few weeks of school, on the metro or when I should be studying, or on cold nights - when I should’ve been studying - I’d try to visualize these pactolian Héraclée beaches.
The bright, exclusive, Héraclée summer sun - that electrically-radial herald of beachy fun - bestriding a seaside indigo summer sky - like a fiery, winged messenger of heaven-spun blessings.
Hemingway, a man who lived in pedestrian Florida, wrote that the French Riviera was ‘the garden of Eden.’ Picasso said, ‘in sunflower sun, the clean, quartz-grained sand of Saint Tropez glitters like diamonds.’
Héraclée is slower, wilder and more natural than touristy Saint Tropez and its beaches are practically deserted. Craggy hills slope down to a pristine shoreline, where the sand is as soft as cotton.
We’re at a private area, where ‘plage-attendants’ (severs) circulate among vanilla colored cabanas, dressed in understated, tans and beiges - silently delivering food, amenities and drinks.
Waves chatter a timeless prose that lulls you to trance in cool bungalow shadows - this mile of riviera strand - totes private - is clothing optional.
The heat of the day brings out fragrant scents of native scrub blossoms - jasmine, rosemary, mimosa and thyme, sea salt and umbrella pine to produce aromatherapy-like fragrances that seemingly dissolve time.
This shore of sanctuary, where the scented air itself seems to compose rhyme, has always been a poet’s muse - with its golden afternoons and moonlit, tinsel-flecked tides.
Héraclée is whatever you want it to be - you’re free to inhabit multiple polarities.
It’s not, in fact, heaven - but it’s close.
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Songs for this:
Don't Forget the Sun - The Explorers Club
Summer Girl (Bonus Track) by HAIM
JACK OF ALL CARDS??
Factotum polymath of a soul,
here's the one that has it all
yet a comprehensive sciolist still stand tall.
Jack of clubs??:
Lack two-thirds
but still ride against all odds,
as an odd, joins class of gods.
Jack of diamonds??:
Strengthens our bonds,
our jewelry glitters as our studs,
not all that glitters is gold.
Jack of hearts??:
Tactical winner-breaker of hearts
even without being caught in the act,
Says "flattery artilleries are my Arts".
Jack of spades??:
Goal-digger with no help or aids,
the home of jackasses is Hades,
till then, build legacy that never fades.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © July, 2020.
The wave of humanity,
builds to a feverous pitch.
The push and pull of gravity,
world turning without a hitch.
All this in step with destiny,
a great endeavor of the mind.
Blended with the organic man,
no better you are bound to find.
From the jungles beating of drums,
to electro techno-pop.
Though we have our rough edges,
the refinement of man won't stop.
There is a popular saying,
not all that glitters is gold.
is it worth all this running around,
to find out your soul you have sold.
The hopes and prayers of the human,
told in all the story books.
Finds a girl on the seashore,
staring out with love-lorn looks!
date: 7/10/22