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Africa's soil is stained blood red;
by those buried beneath its sands.
And where Ebola spreads unchecked,
mercy is rationed by strange hands.
Poverty seals the children's fate;
should both their parents die of AIDS.
Death is their only guardian;
and the hope they might have felt fades.
Disease awaits in the shadows;
yet life carries on without pause.
And hunger hurts even in sleep,
where shriveled stomachs feel its claws.
Love's a sister, fetching water
for her thirsty younger brother.
For that traumatized little girl,
is now his father and mother.
We see such senseless suffering,
broadcast into our homes each night.
And yet, way too few of us care
enough to try: and make things right.
Three Popes died within six years
I wonder if what killed them
were the sum of their fears
Could the cause be what they
covered or uncovered
The bible speaks of kings
who's wickedness God discovered
Historically their causes
were just and awed
But Heaven alone judges
the guilt of it's laws
It took six years to stop
the naming of angels
And the most we don't know
because of their angle
So just for the record
I'll untangle the tangle
Nine angels minus two
so scholars can tango
Michael the warrier
"Who is like God"
Gabriel the messenger
"Powerful Man of God"
Raphael who sometimes stirred
a pool
"The Healing of God"
Uriel Who protected John the Baptist
during Herod's wicked rule
"The Light or Fire of God"
Salaphiel
"The Prayers and Communication of God"
Jegudiel
"The Glory and Praise of God"
Barachiel leader of guardian angels
"The Benediction and Blessing of God"
Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Principalities
Powers, Archangels posses
Cherubim and Seraphim
are even Angels none the less
( A few riddles included )
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a wooden body with steady onyx eyes
fixed through the warm, festive glow of
glimmer-strung branches heavy with ornaments
crimson ribbons curling like frozen candy canes
stalwart he stands, gray musket upright
at rigid attention guarding wrapped promises~
stern eyes track the vintage train’s circuit
buzzing relentlessly round tree-rooted tracks.
devoted guardian rooted in pine needles
preserving whimsy’s last spark in tinsel-strewn shadows~
protector of wide-eyed wonder when snow silences streets
keeper of memory’s embers — cinnamon, carols, and cold cheeks.
no mouse king approaches, no cracked walnut threatens;
yet, still he stands watching over Christmases present and past~
a soldier of sentiment safeguarding the fragile, the glitter,
the longing, the ache in the throat when the last bulb dims.
I hear things right side down
and bottom left side up
as I get older
so consider the source.
Anyway,
I hear Colchester Connecticut Democrats,
and some cross-registering Republicans,
want to establish
a multicultural health commission
concerned about military
and local police mercenaries
feeling discriminated against,
picked on,
unloved,
left out,
under-valued,
ignored,
neglected,
abused,
shot at.
T Rocko is concerned
such a vast investment
in multicultural respect,
solidarity of resonance,
integrity of long-term resiience
through commitment to public dialogue
rather than contentious debate,
could only be justified
with quantitative data
Adding up how much
anti-militarism
and anti-police brutality prejudice
exists
and costs
in Colchester.
In this political
and economic moment
of social cooperative distancing,
dissociation,
scape-goating,
rabid polarization,
toxic partisanship
We need a baseline,
says he,
of mutual disregard,
to measure regenerative progress
and/or degenerative retrenchment
from community integral investments
in health remediation,
inclusive wealth
for future cooperative governing generations.
"Silence to me
says it exists"
retorts our First SelectWoman
Rudko,
self-appointed sole guardian
of our public health investment purse,
responds,
Supporters of Armed Lives Matter Most
are "making a generalization...
not based on facts"
that silence means discontent,
speaks echo-chamberly
of feeling an unhealthy
lack of mutually fulfilling safety
Too risky
for speaking up transparently
to listen vulnerably
to all cooperative opportunity "Other"
and "Alien"
and "Immigrant"
And silently listening especially
for Not Straight Male Dominant
voices,
whispered narratives
about aggressive predation stories
of relentless win/lose debate
rather than cooperative win/win dialogue
with pro-social attachment,
multiculturally nonsupremacist intelligence.
When I first saw you,
a Jesuit in rags,
living among traders,
sleeping where truth sleeps.
At night I came.
A boy seeking light.
You spoke softly,
and the world unfolded.
You taught me
how power moves.
How words defend better than fists.
How humility crowns leadership.
You took me to the mountains of the market
and said:
“The greatest secret society
is the universe itself.”
In night schools.
In borrowed libraries.
You opened philosophy,
astrology,
palms,
soil,
and stars.
You showed me Rome in spirit,
the Vatican in mind,
the ivory towers
through discipline and silence.
You said you would die
a Catholic priest.
And you did.
When they told me you were gone,
my body broke.
But my soul knew—
souls do not separate.
You were teacher.
Guardian.
Voice of the unseen.
Rest now,
Saint Moses.
History will forget many kings.
But wisdom remembers its fathers.
Down I walk the reclusive path, darkness trailing around me
When I turn around I'm haunted still by the demons of my past
So heavy the chains that bind me down, to what I can no longer see
Only in nightmares am I forced to relive these tragedies at last
A slave to the monsters under my bed, that possess me in my sleep
Spirits that swirl in calamity, afraid of the things I know
I pretend I'm fine, truly okay, those aren't tears when I weep
In the icy shell I call my heart is where the sickness grows
When daggers blade seals my fate and I descend into the shadows
My only wish beyond is this, that I fade into oblivion
No golden gates, no rosy pearls, no tall grass in the meadows
Don't send me to an afterlife, just leave me with no guardian
For even the lives of angels and demons are still slaves to their masters
I beg on my knees to be set free of everything that strangles me
No life of serving a special deities spending every day to commit to flatter
Just cut my sails at let me float free into the emptiness of the unending sea
US Army
I'm a soldier, on the ground I stand
A defender of the land, throughout the land
I march through the mud, I climb the steep hill
My strength is tested, my spirit is still.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Marine Corps
I'm a Marine, forged in the fires of war
A warrior spirit, forevermore
I charge into battle, with courage and might
A force to be reckoned with, a fearsome sight.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Navy
Yo, I'm a sailor, born to roam the sea
From the deck of a ship, I'm wild and free
I face the tempest, brave the stormy night
A guardian of the ocean, a beacon of light.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Air Force
I'm an Airman, soaring through the sky
A master of technology, I'll reach for the sky
With precision strikes, I'll strike from afar
A guardian of the heavens, a shining star.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Space Force
I'm a Guardian, securing the cosmic domain
A protector of our interests, a force to maintain
I defend our nation, from threats above
A sentinel of space, a symbol of love.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Coast Guard
I'm a Coast Guardsman, on the sea I patrol
A protector of our shores, both big and small
I rescue the lost, I fight the sea's might
A force for good, day and night.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
You, gorgeous Muse, with velvety skin
The sugary sap of my poetic pen
And the sole labyrinth of my soul
You inspire me and I adore you.
You are my perennial spring smile
The garden of my ethereal flowers
The leitmotif of my dreams in exile
And the fictional oasis of the fall showers.
You are the guardian angel who's never absent
And the devoted hope with multifarious scent
You never say no, no. Oh! Eternal is your beauty.
Woman, Woman, Muse of Saint-Valentine
Your sweet perfume seduces my whole being
And your maternal voice rocks me daily like a baby.
Copyright © January 14,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Once and forever upon infinite times it seemed the
maze of shattered fragments tattered mosaic and
broken shards and void of nowhere in the shredded
tapestry and guillotine of darkness had descended
into an arid garden shrivelled mind and suffocating
clouds in bouts of shrouds of rigor mortis wriggling
from a long gone heaven into a self-imposed garrote
and suicidal tempest’s guardian hanging by a thread
Midnight was hell in plantations of Guernica as the
dark side of orbital shadows festered popsicles of
ragged icy water derelict vessels towards demise
Angel is too small a word for the spoon descending
into my heart cuddling the spikes and spices sprinkled
scoops of hoops amazing graces when passion and
extinct desire kindled kinder spirits and inflamed a
perished forlorn moon from craters of lonely desolation
Synchronicity enveloped the mutual satellites of love and
sensual perfume fragrant consummating dreams and
screams of joy’s exuberance rescued from pre-mortal final
fasciculation the peaceful miracle of vibrant life and living
11th February 2017
Inspirational Sentence Prayers
O My Heavenly Father How
Mu Weary Spirit Truly Longs
To Be In Your Awesome
Presence!
A-MEN
O Precious Guardian Of My
Soul, In A World Filled
With Hatred And War, Please
Don't Let My Faith or Love Grow
Cold!
A-MEN
O Precious Redeemer, Thank you For
Turning My Spiritual Darkness
Into A Shining Candlelight!
A-MEN
O Christ, Wherever And Whenever
Our Calling May Be, Help Us
To Faithfully Serve You As
Guardians Of Your Holy Gospel!
A-MEN
O Lord Jesus, Wherever *
There Are Homeless And Hungry
People, Help Us To Provide Decent
Shelter, Clothing, Shoes And Food.
A-MEN
Words Clothing and Shoes added on
Feb 16, 2026
O Sweet Gentle Jesus So Very
Meek And Mild, Thank You For
Letting Me Be Your Child!
A-MEN
O We Can Come To No More
Harm, Christ Jesus, Resting
Securely In Your Everlasting
Arms!
A-MEN
O Christ, Please Help Us To *
Have A Daily Walk In Faith
By Learning To Love Both You
And Our Neighbors As Ourselves!
A-MEN
*Formatting change on
last line.
O Christ If I Learn To Believe
And Trust In You, I Can Only
Succeed In Life!
A-MEN
by Roxanne Dubarry
January 15, 1988
My New Year's Resolution
My New Year's Resolution,
dear reader, is very simple and
true! Through this small booklet
of mine, may you come to love
the Lord Jesus Christ as He
really loves you!
Love
Roxanne Dubarry
January 15, 1988
Goodbye for now, our dear friends,
let your Candlesticks burn
brightly 'til we meet again!