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(10/9/11) love
This is my eternal prayer with god I do share
All my life I have searched for love
And prayed to you up above.
Love seems to take a turn, and the passion
In my heart does burn.
I see the beauties that you have created
Yet with my dream you have hesitated.
Is it that something special is coming my way?
Oh dear lord- to you I pray.
So many years have gone by- and as I see
Other lovers- I do sigh.
The passion in my heart is a eternal fire
As I seek someone to join this fire.
I feel like I’m a star up in the sky
Everyone can see the beauty, but it’s
Beyond their reach, as I search
For eternal loves peace.
Will I be that star in the sky , or can I be
Like mother earth, that everyone can see
My beauty and smell my fragrance
And touch the gentleness of my heart
And from their hands I will not part.
As the plants need water to live
I have so much love to give.
Let me be the water that touches their heart
So that it may grow, and from me they will know.
This is my eternal prayer that with the world I will share.
Each day I awaken, excited by the prospect of the day
Why would I want to feel, any other way
I made commitments many years ago to treat myself, with tender loving care
How I follow this commitment, this is what I'll share
God created nature which includes the rising sun
In that sunlight every morning, I'm running, really so much fun
Over years I've learnt a skill so I can make the people laugh
And when I leave this planet please record it, on my epitaph
Barefoot is how i travel, since the first day of my birth
Connect to positive energies which arise from mother earth
Tibetan rites, a ritual that's practised every day
Reverses ageing process so I can forever play
And when I sit to dine, I select the very best
Organic raw non poisoned fare, for the soul, I mindfully invest
Play guitar with harmonica and also like to sing
Connects left right brain hemispheres. always makes me zing
Mentally, emotionally and physically, I'm always on a high
If you'd like to get more tips, I'm always waiting, I'll be on standby
Blessed by bloodied earth and born with connection
Our mothers are our shadow in every reflection
Scorned by the lumberjacks of the tree of life
They cut from us our sense of worth and our taste for life
Our Pride!
Is a memory long forgotten
Replaced with fairytales
to blind us from the smell
Rotten!
They are to the core
Violence, oh violence!
Gore and gore
Repression by Oppression
Submission by Omission
The truth and our birthright
Can never come to light
Back!
Go back to how things were
Love us and treat us as kings
Forget! That's what we prefer
Blind!
They want us blind to natural order
Religion and laws are absolute
for them they are keys, for us they are torture
No More!
We shall have it no more!
We once were sleep but now we wake
to the light of a new day
Our freedom is a seed
Our kingdom is in need
of water and sunlight
Replenish so we can grow with all our might!
Throughout the coldest days of the mighty winter
Think of a sweet spring and dream of a mild summer
During the harshest hours of the wintry night
Think of flowers and dream of a pleasant sunlight.
Season comes, remains a bit and then flees
Life goes through a circular event like the bees
Like the moonbeams dancing around Mother Earth
In order to charm, embrace and kiss her to death.
In the middle of deep winter, think of a divine spring
And dream of bright and sultry summer days
Never feel hopeless and pessimistic about nothing.
Better days and glorious nights are always ahead
Remain positive and resilient as long as your head
Is present. Think and dream of warmer solar rays.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Conflict of societies
Fight for boundaries
Extreme collective aggression,
and we are at war .....
Ecosystem deteriorates,
Infrastructure crushed,
Modernisation of warfare,
are we heading towards humanisation ?
Let one Tsunami rise
or an earthquake shudder,
and everything finally at peace.
To make us understand
that we, the inhabitants,
only are visitors
And not born to own the land ....
Then why those mass graves,
Why the gunpowder,
and the nuclear weapons,
Learn some aesthetics and polemology ...
Let love wash internal rage,
and humanity tackle blood stains,
Altruism surface and nobility win,
So that birds can fly high
and animals enjoy freedom,
Ecology and greens flourish
as Mother Earth nurtures,
Serenity is in the air
to each soul's perfect flair,
Let logical reasoning grow
and Peace prevail ....
Her name is hope...
He came in with a devilish look in his eyes , it was the lust
that separates men from Christ, I am talking doing time
for what crime?
Your skin color got you trapped in the same place, you will not get it
or get there until you look like MJ, no offence Mr "black or white".
We still carry chains thus our wrists are parched for Rolex-es and Tag Huers.
l do not know what I am really saying but you and I we need each other. The synergy , chemistry will not move until your blood touches mine.
Yes life is a drag , a play and clay but it can never be that bad unless
we refuse to never say never , now l am feeling nervous. In dark days who do you trust? Who do we call?
Black loves White as much as White needs Black for Black adores White . Dust your nerds you shall see clearly . Asians , Africans , Americans , Europeans , Australians and the galaxy beyond we need us in order to win together , this life is ours. Earth our sanctuary . Vol-tron the colors of the rainbow Alpha and Omega planted on mother earth , only love can shelter us before Mountains speak.
It ends the same , it hurts like hell and hell is for the wicked and lazy. Fight for your right , have sight and shine bright .
I am taking the first step , I am ready for whatever for her name is Hope she shall sustain us until another Bob Marley record speaks for Hope is the only who can save us , heal us and comfort us.
Her name is Hope...
The Strange Parable of Umpti
Good Old Umpti lies now slowly amoldering in his grave
whilst coffin flies and maggots feast merrily on his flesh!
With such a morbid occurrence—the rats now join in too!
Mirabile Dictu! Umpti’s skeleton and teeth remain intact!
An ethereal jig is merrily danced daily in Umpti’s very name.
It’s ever-quite so marvelous to speak of his of “pearly whites.”
What sayeth thou now as we propeth up Umpti’s undying skeleton
in his corner whilst we pondereth the mysteries of God’s universe?
Old Umpti was always a crowd-pleaser and still is as he shows off
his unique, undying smile with his glass-mirror-image pearly whites!
This maketh the circumstances of his immortality very intriguing,
as Old Umpti stares now at Mother Earth from a timeless infinity!
Whether it be in Timbuktu, Casablanca, Rio, New York, LA or on the
Moon, Mars or in the Stars so high above—Old Umpti will be smiling!
As we move from the shadows of our thoughts into the daylight of
our true passions and emotions—Old Umpti shall be with us too!
Yeah! Not a bad gig for someone long dead but not at all forgotten!
When our time comes, we can rattle our bones with Old Umpti too!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, March 22, 2017
(Couplet)
Author's Note: This poem is a special tribute to my old dear friend
Michael McMullan and our mutual friend known as “R-Moose,” who
shall always be forever in our memory. We live in a very small world
with such an infinite universe of hope, wonder, journey, destiny, and
fate. Amen! Amen!
"For we know that all the rest of creation,
(all) have been groaning with the pains of childbirth
up to the present time." World dissipation.
Nature has experienced a hell on earth.
Since the fall of mankind, accurs'd is the ground
thorns and thistles it has delivered and dearth.
Eve's arrogance, disobeying God's profound
mandate not to eat of the forbidden tree.
The scheming of Satan had left her spellbound.
Adam ignored his responsibility,
learning quickly as he acquired the challenge
that "good and evil" meant loss of liberty.
Planet Earth became mankind's lifelong college
abused by a ravenous thirst for knowledge.
February 18, 2021
contest: While Mother Earth Gently Moans
sponsor: D.W. Rodgers
The first stanza is largely a quote from Romans 8:22. (NIV)
I also used information found in Genesis chapter 3, throughout.
Mother Earth
brings virgin birth
to hunting and gathering EarthTribes,
reforesting and rechorusing creolization,
ionizing and lionizing harmonization,
ergodic rhythmed and seasonally rhymonizing,
thermodynamic and radiant ecstaticizing
native First Nations
through Last Shall Be First ReCreations.
On the more RightWing side,
the commodified planet of earth
and water
and air
and fire
to be aimed at
and against
each other
is what's rightfully,
if somewhat ballistically, left
of the raped and pillaged,
drilled and fracked,
industriously enslaved
Breeding and Bearing and eventually Butchered *****
once more scrupulously known as Sacred Mother Earth
venture-capital invested
by Father SunFire.
They know everything, viewing unsuspecting beings, as they pass beneath, they whisper their secrets upon the air. Leaf-songs no human can interpret, ride the winds like a bird, winging its way across azure skies.
bird
on a branch
rustling leaves
Owls sing their night songs among the secret-trading leaves;
the bark of a tree is more than protection; it hides secrets of its own. A tree frog scurries to grab dinner on a branch and a beetle quickly vanishes.
eyes
in the dark
crickets chirp
Mother Earth births universes within universes, but the trees are her personal library.