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Despite the peril,
Our love isn’t sterile
We are a fine pair…
Then, strikes the despair…
I’m sorry I was unprepared…
Our love cannot be shared…
I’m despaired…torn apart…
From the start, have a heart
Her touch of her hands…
Are like birds fluttering and flocking…at ease, so please don’t stop flying today
In such liberating lands
Her voice vibrates vivaciously, interlocking vibes of vibrant violin vanities…echoing away
Her poetic passion blossoms like maroon-pink flowers in spring…
Her branches sink to the ground and the roots of her being is to bring…
Down the forbidden, nostalgic and sorrow-ridden individuals she was infatuated with and had a special, unique adoration and ravishing devotion towards them
She is a gracious, glorious cave-emboldened gem, shining triumphantly in the midst of Bethlehem
Mending all wounds, meddling and fiddling with guitars of gratitude along the way
She frolicked in the woods of my mindset and sipped away the regret…her tears overflowing with dismay
But, then she fearlessly stood up after a grand fall
She shall never be left in appall, her appealing, revealing voice of awe is her final battle call
She wanted so immensely to be intimate with her true love
The first kiss didn’t work out as planned and it came amiss to her heartstrings
She plucked dandelions of lamentation from her lips of heaven Above
She’s a mistress of distress and can come across as a butterfly with beautiful, lovely and precious wings
Despite the peril,
Our love isn’t sterile
We made our share of love
Then, strikes the despair of…
Such an emaculate, endearing and shimmering snow dove
Our love isn’t dull
She is Queen of beauty after all
She is crowned Queen of beauty after all
(Taking headlines from October 1964,
the poem revisits our shared experience ...)
Monday 5: Fifty-Four East Germans Tunnel to Freedom
Back then, it was not in doubt,
(Richard Burton Tony Quinn):
the Wall was there to keep us out?
No – built, in fact, to keep them in.
Thursday 8: Beatles Release “She’s a Woman”
My love don’t give me presents.
East is east and west is west –
Ringo passed his driving test –
Blofeld looks like Donald Pleasence.
Monday 12: The Moog Synthesizer Makes Its Debut
It’s fantastic! It’s so new!
Music made in outer space!
Now we’ll win the missile race!
How we love you, Doctor … Who?
Wednesday 14: Martin Luther King Awarded Nobel Peace Prize
Hypatia, Gandhi, Jesus Christ
and Socrates … he was that good:
and just like them, he knew he would
so very soon be sacrificed.
Wednesday 14: Khrushchev Deposed
Now, here’s a man who really tried.
It’s thanks to him, that Cuba fright
didn’t end in Nuclear Night.
Reward? His thugs brush him aside.
Wednesday 21: My Fair Lady Film Premiere
Can a statue have a heart?
Can what’s vulgar morph to art?
Entertainment as idea?
Tin Pan Alley’s Galatea.
Monday 26: Eric Edgar Cooke Executed, Western Australia
Cleft palate, hare lip.
Bullied here, bullied there.
Mumbling moron, bloody crip.
Then they hang him. Life ain’t fair.
Thursday 29: Audacious Diamond Robbery in New York
Banner headlines in the papers.
Daring crimes, coolest capers.
They’re classy crooks, they’ll fence their loot
in Buenos Aires, or Beirut.
(In the real world, how'd it go?
Look at 31 below.)
Saturday 31: Lyndon Johnson Proclaims the Great Society
Nothing novel, or unique:
his vision was for Uncle Sam
to help the luckless, tend the weak.
One word destroyed him. Vietnam.
Saturday 31: New York Diamond Robbers Caught
Tiffany studs? More Studs L. Terkel.
One rock alone, a hundred grams,
Murph the Surf’s men on the lam:
they didn’t make Columbus Circle.
Saturday 31: Goose Kills Astronaut
Theo Freeman was his name,
test-pilot/astronaut his game.
Ejector seats are not much use
against a full-grown Galveston goose.
They told you, "You deserve a speedy trial,
On you no scrum of jackals pile
They said you'd know each charge they bring,
And as for rights, every man a king.
They told you that your speech was free,
That you could choose your company.
Your home's your castle, safe and firm,
And you can keep what you can earn.
You believed that Karma's true
Built in the rules, silly you.
For government is not the only throne;
The crowd can have a heart of stone.
No judge need speak, no law be bent—
Your rights can die by mere consent.
In other spheres, rules not applied
The door to slavery is open wide.
The question so many have asked
What are we doing for others ??
Are we making a change
Are we letting? What was work so hard to go in vain?
We used to have morals
We used to have a heart
This world ?? is slowly falling apart
We used to look out
For one another
We use use to be able to depend on our sister and brother
Seems like everything now has become a competition
From the beginning ?? to end
Seems like no one wants to see anyone win
Friends turning on friends
We really got to get it together
Young people no longer respect the elders
So many things happening on the day to day basis
So many families with crying faces
Talking it out and communicating seems like it's no longer a thing
Did we really listen to his dream ??
I meant Dr Martin Luther King
Did you listen to him
Did you hear him out
He wanted to make a change
Didn't do it for clout
He made a way for a new to way to begin
We got to figure it out
He had a vision
He saw it through
He tried to make the world better for me and you
Sacrifices were made
By our tribe
Believe it or not
You can still thrive
It was also said
"One day we will learn that the heart can never be totally right
When the head is totally wrong "
We have to push through
And become tough and strong
Right your wrongs
Make your wrongs back right
Do it for you, continue to fight
Don't fight with your hands fight with the knowledge you've learned over time
Create new visions
See them out this time
Dream big
No matter how hard it seems
DR.KING also said "no one has the right to rain on your dreams ."
We shall overcome
We have overcame
We shall walk hand and hand
For we are all the same
Color doesn't define
We are all one of a kind
Theres so much more that I could say
Thanks Dr King for paving the way
Little girls and little boys
You guys are the future
Dream big
Don't stop
Give it all you got
And if you can give a little more
Acts of service are always an open door
Doesn't matter if it's a smile or a helping hand
Be a part of a great plan
We salute ??
Yes we do
Thank you Dr King
For all you've done
We celebrate you today
Job well done .
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/20/2025
Having the peaceful right
On a clear night
Hearing tranquil sounds
Watching the twinkling lights downtown
Not expecting any interruption
From deceitful local corruption
But to my surprise
Someone’s undermined lies
While sitting alone
There was a drone
Flying around
Taking pictures of the ground
As it buzzed
Doing what it does
I stayed still
Could it fire and kill?
After a few seconds
Of doing checking
Seeing nothing there
And I was scared
It did have a heart
And a war it did not start
You see, it is not all right
On a clear night
To bother someone alone
With an invading drone
In fact
It is classified as an attack
Beckoning the response “take that
you neighborly nosey brat”
this heart kneads easily
molds to the touch of a lover
this heart needs easy
has a hard time with it's over
i have a heart that bleeds quietly
my heart has a hard time saying goodbye
cries its drops of blood internally
i know. i'm the one who wipes them dry
my heart sets time easily to another's
a heart too delicate for this world of hammers
it's a candy apple heart it cracks when dropped
my heart is warm and it's here for you to adopt
it latches on to the pain of loving hearts
the ones with complicated moving parts
you can know my heart through my eyes
you can also just touch it on my lips
hear it beating on your walk byes
you can see it when my flesh rips
i guess i should warn you
my heart is wanting too
to be honest it's lonely
so here let me hand you the key
I am a shy girl who's never been on a date
But I'm twenty, and Mom says I'm just blooming late
I'm destined to be an old maid without a mate
Soon, I'll be past my prime
Always a wallflower. Alone, I brood and sit
Sometimes I'm a little quirky. I will admit
But talk with me and you'll see, I've got charm and wit!
I've mountains yet to climb
I'm the guilty one that no one ever suspects
Overlooked, as one of life's pathetic rejects
Here's a clue: I used a knife, and other objects
I committed the crime
I'm the actor never given the starring role
The person always shoved into a cubbyhole
I'm not invisible! I have a heart and soul
Might as well be a mime
I'm the elusive word for your poetic line
Look in a Thesaurus and you'll find me, Einstein
We can be a couplet, two planets that align
Let's make our poem rhyme
Sometimes I feel like the hands of a broken clock
Going nowhere fast should never come as a shock
But where is the man who holds the key to my lock
The one who'll ring my chime
I've got to get ahold of these feeling's that I feel,
but it's hard to do because they are very real.
Mixed emotions twirling deep down in my heart,
the thought's that cloud my mind, keeps me from doing my part.
It seems as though the people I attract you see,
only come around when they need, and only use's me.
My heart is so broken that I can't even cry,
Is this all that I am to them, I ask myself why.
I have a heart made of pure gold, which they can not see,
I give them my all, to the point there is nothing left of me.
My heart aches truly for them, because they are blind I know,
so onward with them, as their helping hand I go.
Life is a two way road that we all must share,
I carry the cross's of things that's not mine to bare.
I'm not a quitter, so I press on, day after day, time after time I go,
the real me, to them I do my best to openly show.
Used and abused my heart cries from deep within,
over and over used and abused again.
Let this be known to those who do other's this very same way,
some where down the road, these tolls you will have to pay.
So I must stay focused on the task that's at hand,
for my house is not built upon the sand.
Whomsoever reads this and feel's the way that I do,
press on, be humble and God will see you through.
Though times seem harsh and people seem so cruel,
remember, Gods Holy Spirit is our greatest tool.
Keep on keeping on keeping God alive in your heart I say,
Know this, for you each day earnestly I get on my knee's and pray.
You can do it, Trust and believe in yourself, no matter what it may see,
And know that we're not blind, the truth is what we are to be!
We cowardly witnessed the genocide of many human beings
Live, live, live in real time
That was an odious, callous and vicious crime
We said nothing, absolutely nothing about the sad and awful events
Many of us were either silent or complacent about everything
Even God was absent and quiet. He did nothing, nothing
Evil doers are not humane; they are hardcore criminals
We witnessed the bombings of babies, buildings and animals
We saw the massacres and the aftermaths. We could smell the blood
And could hear the cries coming out of the television screens
We saw the live and dead bodies, the hearts, the livers and the spleens
Rotting and spoiling in the filthy streets. The color of the mud
Is grim and abnormal, because of too much sufferings and tears
Too much pain and misery, too much disgust and shame
Too much atrocities and killings. We all know whom to blame
We know who are responsible for so much evilness and wrongdoings
Humanity got thrown out of the window in this part of the universe
We wonder if these two legged machines have a heart and a soul
We wonder if they ever look in a mirror, in a clear pool
We wonder how it would be if everything were to happen in reverse
Where is God? Why this ignominious silence?
Live, live, live in real time
That’s an odious, egregious and beastly crime
How can anybody sleep at night? That makes no sense
These days, everything is live, eerie, vivid and instantaneous
Grotesque things are never acceptable, admissible and hilarious
We want peace and we dream of peace
But the guilty ones must pay from west to east
And from north to south. We want peace and justice.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Love, Peace, Equality and Justice.
Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Arrogance and Poetry tried out
for a dance contest,
Simply "stoned" with the idea that
they were the best.
They sat at a table, pointing out
errors in others.
Forgetting to have a heart and
compassion and that all dancers
are sisters and brothers.
After snickering over others mistakes,
They soon discovered, they did not have
what it takes.
So they, continued without hesitation,
attacking others with bitter brazenness.
So much so, that Arrogance and Poetry
were asked to leave, and red faced,
did so with all their selfish cravenness.
January 26, 2020
8pm PST