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Outside views
remind me
Earth already represents
early winter
in my sacred EarthTale
Of internal climate healthy
redevelopment
heart mediated
in dialogue with nonverbal
Right/Left resonant
muse-integrity
Silent
sacred
mindful rest
promised
through winter's hibernating
nest
Before best health days
of our grandchildren's wealthiest lives
will struggle
seething still and silent
to not out loud envy
our apartheid cold messages
Time to "Man Up"
to get through my depressed
Yintegral chronic oppressed
trans-indigenous
multicultural potential
To winter through
LeftBrain monoculturing
viral win/lose dominance
over marginalized
"disabled" RightBrain prominence
Of late Fall
sinful PatriCapital daze
in my chronic LeftBrain dominant
entertaining
homiletic hubris
My monotheistic sublime
mid-summer protagonist
of all unspoken monoculturing passion narratives
expecting,
anxiously anticipating
my personal StraightWhite Patriarchal
anthrosupremacist savior
A late Fall god-given
self-righteous entitlement
defensive about dubious undemocratic
unhealthy transcendent fertility
Taking more than my four square share
of EarthTribe's freezing ZeroSum
final regenerative inhale
rather than a NonZero
full-harvest gratitude exhale
To co-passion grandchildren's
regenerate healthy inhale
balancing passionately co-invested
forgiving exhale
Spiraling dynamically out
toward full-spectral
four seasonal healthy wealth
of cross-generational
restoring Earth's
lifetime emergence,
AnthroSacred
Balancing this compassioning
late Fall mountain moment
co-invested back toward inspiring
spirited spring
of my indigenous
bicameral
original natural/spiritual
EarthJustice bilateral wisdom
This win/lose LateFall day
is Not
THE END (yet)
How do we justify…how do we cope…how do we keep going every day
into a world that is full of turmoil…a world in bedlam…filled with dismay?
When I think love is losing its never-ending battle with hate…
when I begin to wonder in my heart and in my mind…if…it is too late…
I return to three little words…which encourage me more and more
three words even hatred, bigotry and prejudice find it difficult to ignore.
As words of hate are so readily accepted, easily picked up…and hurled…
I remember how the words ‘I LOVE YOU’ have the power to change the world
Think about it:
“Hello, I LOVE YOU at the the moment of our birth…
are the first words we hear once our eyes have opened on this Earth.
“Goodbye, I LOVE YOU…we hear how these words rhyme
whispered in our ear…before we close our eyes for one last time.
Which makes me wonder…
If I LOVE YOU are the first and last words we hear…
How many I LOVE YOUS in our lifetime have we amassed….
How many I LOVE YOUS fill those moments between the first one and the last?
Yes, it fills my heart with joy
every time I look around and think this world is in a terrible state…
to remember the first and the last words we ever hear…
are words or LOVE…
not hate.
Doesn't matter if your name is unknown
But your pen is still able to inspire
Doesn't matter if every poem remains world's secret
Soon they will be a treasure to find
Now I wrote almost six hundred poems for five years
Many are in love to spill their own ink
Honor is great but not worthy enough
It is able to touch people with your pen talk
When you know somebody who writes the same thing
Just because he wants to be a poet like you
That is the most incredible thing in the world
To inspire is an opportunity - a change of a lifetime
Once you have the power to spill
Share the best poems that will transform their lives.
A tip of a pen speaks better than our mouth.
Once you begin the game of love
It can go on for years and years
It can last a whole lifetime in fact
Or can end in a torrent of tears
It's just like the game of Monopoly
You can acquire material wealth
But without a solid foundation of love
Your affair's not in very good health
There's never been a card in real life
To let you "Get Out Of Love, FREE"
Infidelity comes at a very high price
No winners, no feelings of glee
The best advice I can pass along
Is make sure you make it past “GO”
When the good times start a-rolling in
Just sit back and let the love flow
Once you begin the game of love
It can go on for years and years
Pray your foundation is strong enough
And you don't wind up in tears
I stopped looking,
For the ultimate answer,
To the question that can never be answered,
When I realized that there is no such thing as nothing.
Even if there was just a never ending blackness,
It is still blackness,
Even if life was a never-ending circle,
What is outside the circle is still something,
Or if it is a continuous line,
Either side of the line is something,
Even if it has no name.
Why would I waste my Life in this world?
Asking questions that will never be answered in this lifetime,
Questions that can only take me further from the truth,
And lead me down a path that lets me see nothing,
That I will ever likely, have the ability, to interpret,
Questions that only lead me further into the maze.
It is comfort enough for me, for now,
To know that there is no such thing as nothing,
And that when I leave this life,
I will be going to something.
Form:
In this day and age, it's a rare occurrence
To have feelings so deep that it hurts
People are absorbed in their own little world
A show of love, they sometimes avert
There's no greater feeling in this old world
Than the feeling of happiness love brings
Be they man or woman it makes no difference
It's a feeling that makes our hearts sing
You can actually go through an entire lifetime
And not know this feeling divine
The triumph of joy and true happiness
It can only be described as sublime
It can lift your spirits on the darkest of days
And help you through all of life's storms
A beacon of light in a dark sky of grey
Nothing else creates a feeling so warm
She stood, staff in hand ...
Staring down at the man kneeling before her
Strands of her hair danced on the breeze like a stallion's tail
Cinnamon skin, a stunning contrast to her brilliant white riding robes
Sandals strapped in crisscross up to her knees
Toes and fingers painted to match the jewel to be given her
And a wide purple sash, marked with her family crest
A crest that many of her kin had died protecting
This ... was her moment, true
A moment she had been preparing for her entire life
Tireless hours and countless trials endured
Spent in the grooming and educational endeavors
A lifetime of the artistic, physical, and intellectual disciplines required
The extraordinary skills needed to lead a country
And she had taken it as seriously as any that had come before
It was her way ... to be the best, at everything
Now, that conviction to excellence had brought her here
And due to her father's untimely passing, much sooner than expected.
His prayer done, the priest looked up for her winking approval, then stood
Holding the simple crown in both hands, he tenderly placed it
A single wide, plain gold band, with one large Tanzanite pear, dangling
The exquisite violet-blue gem, dancing on her forehead
Shimmering like the Merelani Hills, in the bright noontime sun
The shining, resplendent symbol to all the land
Of the binding promise she thus made
To be an oasis of prosperity, benevolence, and peace for all
The fierce but compassionate ruler of the desert sands
River unto her people ...
Queen ... of the Sahara.
(The Merelani Hills are near the very small area of Tanzania where Tanzanite is found ... it has never been discovered anywhere else, and in a mining area only 7 km long and 2 km wide).
Raining down emotions,
darkly enlightening
interior memory re-experiences
of exterior impassioned imagination events
Nonviolent win/win images
enlightening darkness
of win/lose competitions
darkly fighting
lose/lose violent de-nihilism
of ecosystemic becoming healthy roots
Fertile draining images,
sensory neural outlooks,
feeling verbal projection projects,
raining rejections,
reigning alpha injections
Conjectures of codependent
health/wealth interrelationships
Intersectional storms
connecting/disconnecting
emerging/hiding nonzero/zero-closing zones
compassion/dispassion
full/empty raining disclosed systems
Draining sensations
being not merely alive
but also regeneratively thriving
health and democratically inclusive safety
Harboring against becoming dryly dead,
degenerating unhealthy and unsafe evaporative dwindling
Losing wealth of ecosystemically driven
individually shriven
naked ego-lifetime outcomes
Splayed out on a dying anthro-rabid Earth
where one species reigns
committed to anti-ecological
macroeconomic
disempowering
and unenlightened de-nihilistic ecocide.
Healthier draining systems
are not about unchanging purity
and StraightWhiteMale privileged safety
so much as flexible diversity
and courageous messy curiosity;
Wealthy economic rainstorms
and darkly ecological interior inter-relationships
provoke and evoke resonance
of robust polyculturally interactive
floating stardrop ships
Silent worship
in dynamic dripping stasis
slow prequel,
inclusively diverse reveal
of sensual intricate beauty
memories cross-pollinating integrity
raining down complex feelings
Unveiling monocultural supremacist purity
of a 100% crabgrass landscape,
100% drenched in concrete
recovering from 100% saltwater
with no above water pre-historic landmass
between pure rock
and humid
stultifying steaming fog,
An oppressive
deep degenerating humid atmosphere
inviting a more cooperative breeze
win/win health restoring
wealthy reign of multiculturing
indigenous
ecofeminist EarthJustice.
Believe it or not, their ubiquitous webs
Are everywhere; they are the dictators
Who kidnap, maim, torture and kill teachers,
Poets, ordinary folks and babies in their cribs.
They rob and ransack innocent citizens,
Steal elections and after a lifetime in power,
Categorically refuse to leave the tower.
Very often, they do everything to muzzle the chickens.
Monsters are constantly in disguise,
They are well dressed, they wear uniforms,
They know how to blend and to socialize.
Monsters, at every turn, want to control the dorms,
Manipulate the data, fool the media,
Hire henchmen and spread false propaganda.
Monsters behave like manipulative magicians,
They suck the air out of the innocent bystanders,
Befriend desperate and impoverished musicians,
Surreptitiously inveigle the nosy neighbors
To exteriorize their feelings, and they spy and lie,
At every opportunity; and at every occasion,
They bury their preys alive in the dungeon.
Believe it or not, monsters are like rats,
Their appetite is insatiable; they crawl under the mats,
Bite babies, steal millions, and hide the money in overseas coffers;
They rape young boys and girls, and destroy the future of many.
The revolution was not done right ‘cause the kidnappers,
The pick pockets and their accomplices are still under the tree.
Those raccoons, those bedbugs don't go away easily.
They outlive the exterminators. These goons are really bright.
Be cautious, because they are out there day and night,
Operating at every meeting and at every party.
Believe it or not, all bad things must come to an end:
The lies, the crimes, and the arbitrary executions of the church band.
Copyright© February 2012, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books:
This life
Revolving me around the sun as an elite on this earth my gift,
a present moment fiat
churning days of joy, bittersweets tears, laughter, chagrins
forever partaking, its all me ;
Sensations burning, yearning, learning, accompanied by others
this life that I have chosen from the moment of orb conception
is a volunteered existence, pre-promised
I am following my destiny, wherever it leadeth me ...
My Next Life
I am the essence of His calling deeper then the Marianna trench
a sonar topography returning to the waters of His jet
Like a dying sunset glow, I am His nimbus one more time
returning to the equilibrium of one last outlet
inside the Buddhist wheel, a sacred scroll holds my name
I never do it twice the same, this is my refrain...
As My Breath Flows Here And Now
Succumbing to the memory loss of my last womb experience
I take first breath, first sight into a newborn family of old;
If each lifetime brings an origami experience, a soluble lesson
then let it be me again, and again, and again....
Dec 22, 2021