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Who told you
to be afraid
of those who hate justice
What has happened
that you let slide
love , joy , peace , gentleness
forbearance, goodness
meekness , faith , and hope
When did become you
a slave
to the vanities of the nations
Where did the exaltation
of loving-kindness
disappear
Why did you hide
the light in your heart
Those oppressors of opinion
where peer pressures
you to run
to reveling and debauchery
greed and drunken promiscuity
a man of ingenuity
is hailed to renown
but a man of virtue
and trust is thrown down
Those who sit in laughter
of the broken and infirm
Whose contempt and arrogance
did no understanding learn
Benevolence of a person
is in mockery reviled
Charity for those less fortunate
and jests the violations of a child
Can you not decide
what character you will wear
conform to some pompous ass
whose opinions you don't share
to sit long hours in drink
and think abuse and rape a joke
minds that are truly clouded
and disappeared like smoke
The nations sell the lies
like many sacks of grains
dense clouds of darkness
conceals what truth remains
These are some decisions
that all in life will face
consider carefully your choices
once set can't be erased
Galatians 5:17-22
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
No mere artist or poet can ever portray in oil or verse,
The grandeur of this great land and its people so diverse.
Never since The Founding Fathers set in motion its creation,
Has there been on all the earth a more grand and glorious nation!
Generations of valiant patriots from The Revolution to the present day,
Who placed national destiny above their own, now lie 'neath hallowed clay.
They sacrificed to preserve the precious freedoms God upon us did bestow.
So much, so very much to each of those courageous souls we owe!
Though they seldom get a word of thanks and work for meager pay,
'Tis the ordinary blokes who keep the gears running smoothly every day.
The farmer, the truck driver, the plumber, the postman who delivers mail;
Patriotic, hard working folks who carry their lunch in a beat-up dinner pail.
'Tis the land of opportunity where you can be all you aspire to be,
And enjoy the inalienable rights that The Constitution doth guarantee.
Among these the freedom of speech and the right to worship as you choose.
We are independent souls, yet can agree to disagree about our divergent views!
The pioneering spirit is alive and well in the people of this youthful nation.
We are renowned worldwide for our ingenuity and our innovation.
When it comes to being a generous people, we will not be outdone.
'Tis the people that make America great when all is said and done!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Submerged in the flood of the maddening crowd,
I see a verdant valley carved out by covert ingenuity
within my lonesome mind, drifting away entranced,
displaced from the still stratum of suffusing sound
of converging cacophony, resonating loud in quiet thoughts,
as dreams cluster within the unanchored mind.
In the colony of dreams, incubated in psychic thicket,
I wander on the convoluted contours of confusing life.
As the rising sun of promise bursts with convivial colors
on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams,
the yearning leaves sparkle in the spectrum of splendor
in the sea of silence where I sink within sensuous serenity.
In beguiling breeze rippling in the assembly of dreams,
the enchanting fantasy lattice dances to its cadence,
makes mystique motifs with light and shade matrix.
The design weaves for me the tapestry of imagery
where sprouting dormant dreams congregate on stage
to perform for me the kaleidoscopic show of ecstasy.
As the raucous reality invades the realm of dreams,
I invent words made of time’s sand, composing no lyric,
nor creating the beleaguered ballad of Greek tragedy,
for then I lie languished under the debris of dreams.
I become a flockless bird with broken wings in time tempest
when the sky falls on the consumed colony of dreams.
Walking the last mile in the lonely path of twilight zone
in the remaining hours of the fading sunset glow,
I seek the soothing shade to rest for the last time,
step into waiting woods of resurgent reverie once again,
see my dreams return, longingly flourish in their domain,
annexing the lengthening shadow of my memory.
A Contemplative Sojourn Through The Breeze
The continuity of perspective required for accurate conclusions
The ingenuity of the reflective inspired by immaculate infusions
The co-morbidity of defective desires for considerate inclusions
The plain fluidity of the introspective fires of commensurate confusion
Why does the momentary delight fade with contemplation ?
How do we constantly engage to fight instead of inspire by elevation?
Why does she remain so utterly contrite when faced with adulation?
Who do they call upon during the night for their sacred consummation?
Awash with notions of consideration and correction
The lost devotions of invocations and invention
The frost that’s frozen upon the intonations of his intentions
The cost of the broken connotations of what it means to defy convention
To revoke what has been given so freely and without shame
To envoke the art of living when one is refusing to play the game
The bespoke art of precision as they are refuting the burden of blame
Renegade perspectives of innovation and pure style
A tyrrade of correctives and incantations that beguile
To invade the environmental incentives of the plantations on the River Nile
As they pervade the vast directives of the ramifications of their denial
Convoluted insinuations of thought that permeate time
Polluted imitations that have been bought by the unrefined
Disputed limitations of a population in decline
Refuted deliberations on the observations of these signs
Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing.
As legend goes, Romulus
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time,
it grew into a powerful city
that ruled the ancient world
with intimidation and atrocity.
Each hieroglyphic tells
a story of victory,
of defeat, of conquest,
of cruelty and dominion:
hear Julius Caesar
speak against his enemy
in the Roman Forum!
It's such a sorrowful echo of distrust;
hear the shouts of proud citizens
overtaken by anger and disgust...
even louder they would be after
his premeditated assassination!
Every empire old or new
has known its glory in full;
and Rome more than any
empire has excelled them all.
If those hieroglyphics tell
of its greatness and superiority,
they also should expose
the evil minds of some emperors:
like Caligula, Nero and Diocletian
who ruled with a steady iron hand.
Constantine's conversion
to Christianity brought harmony,
the inhumane slaughtering
of innocent Christians was halted.
Would this empire have survived
without its legions of mighty stronghold?
Hieroglyphics itched in triumphal arches,
temples and monuments attest:
that the rise to power takes
an ingenuity which begins
with a strategic concept.
Today a world government
is in its raw state, other
hieroglyphics will be carved,
and along with holograms,
one sees images beyond
imagination and belief.
Will humans leave
a testament of their
existence with
a science so brief?
All of us should know by now that there’s one race:
The Human Race. Narcissism and nepotism
Are destroying the very febrile fibers of our society
Greed and narrow-mindedness, at an increasing space
Are eroding our soil like mites devouring the mechanism
Of our ingenuity. This is odious. What a sad and sorry pity!
Freedom is about being at liberty to do things on our own
Freedom is about being in control of our destiny
Freedom is about using our God-given talent to be
And to do whatever inspires us at dust, at dawn
Or at any time to make the world a better place for all
Freedom is about exposing the lies and walking tall
While telling the truth in the best interests of the planet
Freedom is about saying it like it is, on the internet
In the newspapers, on the radio and to all the media
The nocuous system comes now and then with the craziest formula:
This one is lighter than you; that one is darker than you
This one is thinner than you; that one is bigger than you
This one is dumber than you; that one is smarter than you
This one is shorter than you; that one is taller than you
After meticulously reading the final analysis, you and I are the same
We all belong to the same Human Race, we need to be tame
In order to comply with the principles established by the Almighty
Otherwise, we become mentally dumb, vainglorious and really cocky
Freedom is about breaking the inessential chains in our brain
Freedom is about unclogging the flexible pipes of the dam
Freedom is about going straight to the sources
Freedom is about utilizing our best resources
All of us should know already that there is one race:
The Human Race. And for all, there’s plenty of space
Freedom is about improving things for a better and safer society
Freedom is about creating better filters to help the environment
Freedom is about respecting the fibers and the colors of humanity
Freedom is about enjoying the neoteric air under the firmament.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Have a cap, a baseball type cap
With the NASA symbol emblazoned
Reminds me of my visit to Cape Canaveral
A symbol of man's dedication
Feels so good wearing this hat
Such a tribute to man's ingenuity
Each day something else blows my mind
The progress, the real continuity
In leaps and bounds we move ahead
It's left my poor mind in the dust
Am really too old to keep abreast anymore
Age makes it difficult to adjust
So from little old me I'm sending this
A tribute to those amazing people
Who've forged this path to the heavens above
To me it all seems so surreal
© Jack Ellison 2013
In the mountains,
Where hope rides the pines
Promises slide across smooth stones
Composing songs from the laughing stream
In these mountains,
Where silence reflects the soul
Pouring joy through the ferns and laurels
Caressing the spirit with starlight glimpses
In the mountains,
Where dreams raise awareness
From the sighs of the moss carpeted caverns
Amid the relics of forest trails, incredible!
In these mountains,
Where ideas sing from the stars
Lifting spirits with melodies pure of heart
Restoring peace in the praises so sensitive, alive
In the mountains,
Where details of melancholy flood
The rivers and creeks with sincerity, serenity
Overflowing the banks with sweetest intimacy
In these mountains,
Where we are gluttons for pure harmony
Singing grace through the night, into the dawn
While the rising sun reflects the shadows of old storms
In the mountains,
Where the pale moon emerges from the dark clouds
Erasing all the gloom, restoring confidence, inspiring
Breathless praise, sincere faith, prayers that brighten
In these mountains,
Where God’s blessings abound
We remember – we accept – we regret
The moments when we neglected the beauty…
Mountains so magnificent, we rejoice
Unearthing the mystery… glorious peaks
Rising to the skies, breaking through the clouds
Resurrecting the wonder of His creativity, His ingenuity
The gift of these mountains is surely a masterpiece
A work of the Master who made every dream
Including the dream of a heart who continues to believe
Here in these mountains, there is unending peace!
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My heart has been torn..My mind assulted; Yet the dust it
Is settling, red dirt; black earth; almost grey bulldust.' I am
In my dreaming.' Deep yet alert.' I'm singing in tune, to the
Creak of existence's ancient harmony; Kukaburra calls out
The Goanna slithers, and I hear and see.' I see 1914 1918
The ANZACS pushed back, no more retreats;
Villers Bretonnaux.! I hear old
Morehead at Tobruck.))) No retreat he stressed though we
Die where we stand! This, the former headteacher Would teach rommel.! About defeat, and 'claus schwab?'
And old gorged psoriasis.' They remember.. Well they knew !
Axis powers defeated, by a strong
Army full of ingenuity ' i see migrant boat waves, coming in
Yet they got stopped.! The W E F did not like that one bit.'
A country that saw to its own best interests first.? And
Africa oxymoronically.) is next on the list.' This to them
Was insufferable.! Fast forward to the planned-demic
2019 covid 19.? W H O.' got real sick in 2019..? The door was
Going to open on egregious; sadistic; house arrest; they
Wanted to make an example, to humanity.' Here are the
Famous independant Aussies.' Melbourne forced into a
Stagnational state.' This is what happened to you Australia.'
You were to be broken.' Because of your independant spirit
And the distance that supported you.' a special effort was made'
For you might become contagious? and inspiring; to the whole
World.' WAKE UP AUSTRALIA..' Stand and defend.!
Convoluted Reflections of Possibility
Artistotle reflecting on the nature of man
Convoluted reflections of possibility that can
Manifest into existence at the clapping of a hand
And contest the resistance of what it means to take a stand
For what you believe in because it’s worth more than words
As the form that reprieve brings can assume the absurd
As the worn out grieving cries out to be heard
The storm that sees things forms a lesson to be learned
Execution of task based focus for productivity
Revolution for the last placed locusts of ingenuity
Elocution of the past raced moments of equanimity
A solution for problems faced by components of volatility
A considered position on all the formalities
While omitted precision consumes the tonalities
And committed decisions presume the congeniality
As embittered revisions exhume the commonality
Respected renditions of insight that provide profound conclusions
Rejected derisions of dark light that contrive around confusion
Inspected omissions of stark fright that arrive at sharp protrusions
Reflected precisions of delight that that strive to negate the art of delusions
The might of one man propelled by absolute conviction
The sight of a hand compelled in resolute distinction
The bright command environmentally repelled into a mass extinction
The light reprimand contemporarily expelled by a mute political collision
The lines of regret upon a forlorn face crying
The times we forget to warn the race that is lying
The crimes beget of the forms of grace that are akin to testifying
The sublime correct the norms in their place while the innocent are dying