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Nobody can crush your dreams.
Your blessings will come in reams.
Strivers are winners, not losers.
Things happen for a good reason.
Do not fear a strange season.
Things will be fine; if the trousers
Fit, wear them. Make the best
Of every situation. The rest
Of us loves you and is praying
For you. This is sad and intriguing.
The world is big. Everybody is watching.
This looks like a big sting,
But you have a great future
Ahead of you. Mother Nature
Is patient and watching too.
Everybody loves you.
You are innocent of all charges.
Do not worry about the changes.
This sort of things happens all the time.
Be calm, because you've committed no crime.
God is on your side, as you go forward,
As you advance toward the ward.
Your rewards and trophies are forthcoming.
This is a big world. Everybody is watching.
Beloved friends, Ignore the tiny splinters.
Dreamers are not losers; they are winners.
Nobody can crush your dreams.
Nobody can dent your metal rims.
This is simply a minor setback.
Great champions take a huge step back,
Before breaking the long standing world records.
Figuratively, sharpen your swords.
Many decisions are temporary.
There are plenty of flowers on the prairie.
Do not ever fear the unknown,
Open the windows to view the lawn.
In spite of all, you have a great future,
Because you're young, smart and matured.
This is a delay, you will be fine,
You will be the first to cross the line.
Strivers are winners, not losers,
Not cowards and not freeloaders.
Dreams have no limits, no borders.
Dreamers are winners.
Copyright © September 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Dangling in between my legs was my stoned tail
Making every effort to peep out of the zip
Just appreciate the the glory of God displaying wonders right in its presence in our solitude.
Salivating was my mouth
As my lips and tongues will not stop hitting each other, all calling for a taste of their tantalizing counterparts
And just like magic
God of make way intervened,
Like a dream come true
The tantalizing object came closer right there in our solitude
Without no further argument, we both were in our birthday suit
Revealing unto each other the hidden treasures of the most high
The sight of her curves and edges gave a tremendous satisfaction to my tail
While it stood straight in its massiveness and hugeness honouring the presence of its doom
On her knees she went
Like a chorister holding microphone
She held my thirsty tail
In no minute, a remix of Hallelujah Chorus was being sang
This time, with no clear notes but sounds
With my vocal cord adding violin effect to the sound
In a blink of an eye,
We were both drenched in her soft saliva
Running down like an erosion.
With no further hesitation, her curves were in my palms
Causing a friction between her succulence and softness and my long standing hardness
In and out it moved
With every entrance appeared different effect
With some came high pitch
While some, low pitch
And suddenly I was woken up by my cold warm underwear
Then it became obvious I have been dreaming!
Oh what a fantasy!
©ABSOL
When President Eisenhower sent the troops to Little Rock
in ’57 to enforce brand-new federal desegregation laws, you liberals didn’t object
After all, Governor Faubus‘ states’ rights’ was a lawless Confederate anachronism
an obsolete holdover from the racist South in the Civil War
But now that DJT is trying to enforce long-standing immigration law in America
you sanctuarians are up in arms, obstructing justice and invoking ‘states rights!!’
the most revolting moniker I can think of
~ But then again, you’all are pretty revolting yourselves
The British Empire was built by fate
made rich advanced to stand up straight
Have knowledge and allies to collaborate
prevent Europe a Russian satellite state
Hitler became leader of countries he wished
only the French braved arm and fist
the rest conquered with little resist
be German or Russian forever exist
It was destiny calling the fall in the 40’s
two powerful empires resourceful with fortunes
long standing British and nasty new Nazi’s
destined to fall take Nazi too or see doom
200 years Had the USA walked a different route
stayed British or French or Spain had loot
French naval power remained with British dispute
Europe today would be a Russian Dilute
There'd have been one outcome
had Germans took the United Kingdom
no Yanks involved with Europe done
Russians crushing Nazi til Russians won
Eastern Europe would have been all Europe
weakened by the war be assured with no stop
they'd have reigned with aggression from the top
and it wouldn't have ended because a wall dropped
no scientists taken to the new world
with atom bombs or V2 rockets
no '69 moon landing out of this world
absorb and forget me not this
There needed be a Britain free
advancing air controlling sea
strong cultured links globally
for Freedom known by you and me
all in Europe were down and beaten
factually defeated and that would stay
had Britain not fought on though weakened
you wouldn't have free rights you live today
You and me UK and you and me EU
Hell Is a world we almost knew
together as one we pulled through
BREXIT doesn’t mean we’re not with you
I'm not saying we were the saving grace
more the counterweight in place
peacetime now our way, the lessons we take,
don't hate through BREXIT we have to stay mates
A long-standing landmark that I often visited as a tyke,
Was Bert's Country Store just a ways up Dalton Pike.
Dalton could be missed if your eyes you'd briefly close.
The population at that crossroads "town" was thirty or so, I suppose.
The inviting porch had some benches where loafers hung around.
To enter the store you stepped over Bert's snoozing hound.
Winter days you'd find the rabble huddled 'round the stove,
Where discussions of crops, good whiskey and women throve!
An old cowbell jingled upon opening the sagging screen door.
Once inside you trod upon a squeaky, bare, wooden floor.
'Twas a wonder that Bert could find anything 'midst all the clutter,
But in a trice he'd find anything for which you would utter!
Bert had no tolerance for frills or the latest fancy decor.
You'd risk tripping over barrels and rope coiled upon the floor.
The sagging shelves were stocked with canned goods and lanterns,
Wheels of cheese, muskrat traps and the latest sewing patterns.
He sometimes sold hot dogs and sodas under the counter,
As long as the county health officials he didn't encounter!
The Hoosier "town" of Dalton ain't listed on the maps as heretofore,
And, alas, Bert nor his old country store exist there anymore.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Were there no mountains, valley dwelling would be a chore,
And were there no dichotomies, life would be a big bore.
The long standing definition of dilemma has always
Involved at least two problematic situations in which
We are compelled to choose, but the word has come to be
Acceptable with having a single matter of complexity or quandary.
our lives are paved with beauty and puzzled by challenge.
We welcome the beauty with open arms, but challenges
Sometime come with pain that forces us to fold our arms.
Through battle scars and falling stars, our lives have been
captured and embraced by contentment, but are presently
being called upon to pursue an alternate course. And we are
Compelled to confront the dichotomy to which We are totally
Opposed.
You have found satisfaction in your present status and place of abode,
But your sense of tranquility and peace is being tested and challenged.
I suspect such a description befits the journey of many a Christian pilgrim
Will your response be yes or no; should I go or should I stay?
Yes, we are meditating and praying, seeking answers to this our dilemma,
but still we are conflicted because we are opposed to such changes.
There is nothing within us so inclined to dismantle our present state.
No, we do not see a fork in the road but rather a road yet unpaved on
Which we have neither a desire to travel nor a vision for such a pathway.
It is not answers from others for which we are seeking, because we
Realize it is a matter for which we alone must face and come to
terms, but we often find a sense of ease by simply sharing our dilemmas.
And there is an added sense of solace if we are able to express it in words.
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In the quiet whispers of the night,
I hear the impending dawn chuckle
a shadow verse
of glimpse of soon-coming,
like a white horse, hero of a romance looming.
Blue sides echo with turn,
a long standing joy taking burn.
But down in the water below,
Leviathan stealths, deep and low,
in demi-urge- surging,- mingling with
the flowing pangea of dreams,
a birth pang showing.
mirrored creation phi relativity.
As I listen to the water's song,
On nights where reflection reflects strong,
It seeps into my being, magnetically long
Becoming part of my very throes in ideallic throngs.
The quietness creeps into every nook,
worn sense lingers in each shadowed look-
looking back.
A heavy burden I must brook,
cup it into my hand at my appearance took.
Yet in the midst of all the pangs,
pancreatic paleolithic lithographic phi heart strings.
Smoking jackets - storybook glistening spines,
nightcapped bungalows of review and time.
Love still shines through- in endless flame,
in projector rewind of black and white
memories seeking colors divine.
Life, though fleeting, is not in vain,
though it endlessly tortures me,
it also brings lights and
thunder and quenching rains.
What truly matters, that is what will be,
bee to remain for my queen.
Through avenues of the dead intertwined with mine?
In this life, my purpose I find-
sticks and stones, haphazard bones of
nothing but stark reality, alone.
That is, what we will sea.
The Deep,
of matters keeped.
My thoughts of rose- picked by hues of meter
by my sense of prose in
magic's clothe s.
Or is it salt-peter.
A living thing I was; I graced your land-
three hundred years and more, I stood with pride.
A focal point to meet with friends to stand,
or drive through intersecting roads beside
the wall that sheltered me, your age-old tree-
assumed long-standing for eternity.
The 'Heart of Balmville' often you called me;
so many grew up in my view's embrace,
and took for granted that my vision be
forever etched within this Balmville space.
Inside your small historic park, I stood
preserved for years in my dear ancient wood.
My statuesque magnificence, now gone-
your hearts are saddened, missing my great limbs.
But with my stump, may memories hold on-
while image of my leaves and branches dims.
May 'Heart of Balmville' live within your heart-
I, Balmville Tree, at last from you depart.
August 22, 2015
Premiere Contest: No 1183
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Note: "The Balmville Tree was Methuselah among trees, a gnarled
and furrowed Cottonwood that has lived four times as long as its
kind was meant to live. George Washington rode past it on the way
to his Newburgh, New York headquarters..." NY Times, 09/20/2015
In an attempt to document my worth to your esteemed organization, I hereby submit my unredacted resume.
I was educated using blocks, books, chalk, blackboards and the slide rule. “Testing” was used to “evaluate” progress and assist in future choices.
I graduated Magna cum softly from a “free” education facility with a double major in life and its unlimited learning experiences. I am presently enrolled in its post graduate “Masters” program.
I am currently up to date on all of the recent “vaccinations”, upgrades and mask wearing theory.
I do, however, suffer from a long-standing problem with a “work ethic” issue and find it difficult not to show up and produce as I believe it is important to my remaining gainfully employed.
When asked by another employee a question such as: “I wonder what he/she thinks?” I usually reply: “I’m more concerned about why you're so concerned about what he/she thinks.”
I would bring to your “work” place an open mind (not to be confused with an empty head).
If you are interested in offering me employment please contact me by snail mail as my computer mysteriously disappeared last night.
John G.Lawless
©3/20/2023
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There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..