Long October Poems
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A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
He salutes the mountains Tehachapi to the west
San Gabriel and San Bernardino to the south
This is his rite of passage
His coming of age
How he’s yearned
For his spiritual journey
To become a man
Thirsting to prove his bravery
Alone he wanders the barren Mojave
Facing the elements
And challenges head on
Datura in hand for nights of visions
He'll forge his unique one-on-one bond
With the universe and its mysteries
Bam bam bam echoes of drumming
Till the spirits of his ancestors
The lingering chants of Navaho
Guide him to the oasis of manhood
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest MID OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
January poetry brought me from the
dead
February it took my hand, never misled
In mid March I had many adventures to
tread
April I started to use ink instead of lead
May was a new dawn and my heart no
longer bled
In june rhymes saved me by not leaving
words unsaid
July is special,it's when my thoughts and
words wed
In August my past wanted my pen, i saw
red
September I listened to all that my muse
said
In October negative energy just fled
November I looked for the rainbow up ahead
It’s December and words and rhymes dance
in my head
1-13-17
Contest: 12 By 12 Monorhyme
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Tito David Rodriguez recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME). He was my choir mate as a base at St. Andrew Catholic Church, Daly City. He and Tito Willie Totanes are my best supporters. When you call a person “late” it means the person passed away. The late director Jesse Pangilinan and Mr. Prospero Luna, a comedian actor and assistant of FAME. He was a very good friend of my late father Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza who passed away, former mayor of San Pascual Batangas, Philippines. My loving mother is Ms. Dorothy Ann Ramirez to where I am staying right now by the Daly City Bart station, she can cook a good Filipino food. I was an Uprising Star at FAME when all of a sudden a tragic car accident happened on October 11, 1999 with my late best friend Ms. Adiel Rallos and she passed away, my left arm was crused to 41 pieces due to her car seat and was left to coma for or 6 weeks or a month and two weeks. I was in 3 hospitals Stanford ICU, Seton Med but the prognosis at Seton was not good so I was brought to and St. Mary’s, SF where I had Speech Therapy (ST) Occupational Therapy (OT) and Physical Therapy (PT). The late director Mr. Jesse Pangilinan also passed away so the FAME disbanded. I previously met Ms. Regine Velasquez with her songwriter Mr. Ogie Alcasid on early 2000. I thought that God took away my singing career and replaced it with being a part of Heart and Soul’s True Hope at North County, Daly City with Mr. John Zamora as my Case/Social Worker and Mr. Chito Crisostomo M. D. as my Psychiatrist and with writing poetry- it’s therapeutic you know whatever feeling you have, all you need are a pen and a piece of paper and start writing how you feel. I am with “Poetrysoup.com” where I paid $150 for a lifetime member years ago because it increased as years passed by. I was able to convey or deliver the messages to the people. I started with writing a couplet or a 2 lines poem, a Haiku or a 3 lines poem or a Quatrain or a 4 lines poem. When I think I’m ready to write longer words I jumped to learning Sonnet or a 14 lines poem.
So, once upon a time, there was a cat
that had no real home, and all alone,
she'd wander here and there amid the yards
in a community with lovely lawns
and shady trees and bushes that gave her
some shelter from the sun and pouring rain.
She'd go from house to house and beg for food;
with kind gold eyes and fur of shiny black,
she made some friends, but then, she'd run away.
Except, one day, she found her perfect home
and stayed and stayed till they adopted her.
So, in and out she'd go in her two worlds,
content for shelter and fine tasty meals;
still loving her adventures when outdoors.
But, oh one day, her 'daddy' caught a scene
that put such fear into his loving heart!
For there she was across the street, oh no,
in frozen stance and nearly nose to nose
with a coyote, large and tawny-gray!
For many seconds, neither moved, but then
she lunged into his face- was so surprised
and shocked...the huge coyote ran away!
As Licorice, (her name), came racing home
she flew into the open door and hopped
upon her 'mama's' lap and looked up with
her large gold eyes that twinkled with delight,
as if to say- don't worry about me-
my homeless days made me a warrior.
October 10, 2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Black Cat
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Judged: 04/04/2022
~1st Place~
Contest: Fiction October 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Judged: 10/25/2018
Breathless, I whisper his name
Where is he? He hasn’t been around
I know he is more than an old flame
My love for him continues to abound
There are days when I can’t smile
Worry fills my mind with fright
Sometimes I think I’m nearly senile
Where, oh where is my shining knight?
Nights are the worst with my fear
Overwhelming my thoughts, my dreams
Has it been only days or maybe a year?
So long since I’ve seen his face it seems
Tears stain my pillow as I continue to grieve
Has he found another? How can it be?
So long now – many days - since I saw him leave
Dear Lord, do you think he could have gone to sea?
Weeks passed and my thoughts were dreary
How many days before I’d finally see him?
All the possibilities – I sure had my theory
Thoughts haunted me and I felt so very grim
Time left me feeling like I was lost
It was so true – I was assuredly beguiled
Finally, in time, my threshold he crossed
With my hand on my heart, we reconciled
With My Hand On My Heart poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
October 11, 2021
(That's when) you're going to need a friend
When your love's got up
and left you
And...
you feel like
you want to die.
And...
you've given up
on just believing...
you don't even
want to try.
Isn't that right,
now, man?
You feel so
worthless,
like you can't go on
No matter
what you do,
everything
feels wrong
You don't know
where to go,
or
what is real
you only
know she's gone
and
the way you feel
Bridge
(you know) I know the feeling
I've felt that way too
I feel your pain
I really do
Just call my name
that's all you've got to do,'cause
Chorus
When times are tough...
that's,
when you're
going to need a friend
Oh yeah,
when times are,
when times are tough...
that's,
when you're
going to need a friend.
I'll try my very best
to help you to see
your value as a man
when you love yourself
it set's you free
that's when you understand
Can't you see?
There's just so much more
that you need to know
Like,
show your feelings to her
'cause
that's how her love grows
Tell her you love her
each and every day
I'm telling you what
you've got to do
If you want her to stay
Go to bridge
Go to chorus
repeat twice
fade
John Derek Hamilton
October 28,2016
Memories
Jogging on opposite ends of this rural street
We ran parallel miles of joyous scenic beat
As morning hues rose upon new orange sky
And glimpses of a new dawn ambled nearby.
Upon your journey my tracks soon laid eyes
As you paused briefly to my pleasant surprise.
And you didn't mind as I approached your side,
Greeting me graciously with a smile amplified.
You asked me about spark you saw in my eyes
And I playfully told you it's been there for a while.
As you delicately caressed your blond hair style
Your blue eyes boldly seized my heart's desire.
Golden rays glistened your bluish jogging attire
As aromatic morning bloom blossomed in the air
And soft breeze fluttered leaves with urgent dare
Holding me captive of an opulent atmosphere.
We bonded on this street ever since eyes first met,
Your loving image in my eyes is permanently set,
Tugging my heart fervently with every breath I take,
Holding days smitten and keeping nights awake.
I held you in embrace as you kissed me longingly
And I kept holding as if till the dawn of eternity.
That was last I saw you, as you hastily pulled away,
Sweet memories comfort me now as I jog in dismay.
October 30, 2017
At midnight he appeared—
his face brighter than the sun.
I whispered, “Sleeping Prophet,
you are here.”
He did not speak,
only smiled,
and from his forehead
a radiant light poured forth.
The room grew darker,
the silence deeper.
“You gave more than fourteen thousand readings,
and many came true in your lifetime.
The world has not forgotten you,
Nostradamus of our age.”
Through the green language of the soul
he asked me what I longed to know.
I said, “Tell me of Gaza—
what shall come?”
He answered not in words,
but in currents of fire:
“Everything unfolds with reason.
War unveils what was hidden.
It began on the seventh day of October—
seven, the number of completion,
perfection, divine fulfillment.
And 2023 itself was a seventh year.”
He paused,
and the silence trembled like thunder.
“A new Gaza shall rise.
The world will turn against Israel,
even her closest allies.
For blood is holy—
and when it soaks the earth,
it cries louder than swords.
The war was born in the tenth month.
One and zero—return to one.
From hero to zero shall Israel fall,
and the world will never
be the same again.”
The light faded,
and he was gone.
Confusion wrapped me like smoke.
I looked at the clock—
00:00—
the hour when heaven
and earth
stand still.
Yet a whisper lingered in the dark:
“From ashes, truth is born.
What is broken shall be remade.
And beyond sorrow’s shadow,
a dawn more radiant
than the sun will rise.”
Living in constant chaos.
Living in a constant war.
I never fully trusted.
I never went all in.
I had been burned too many times to have peace of mind.
Until I stumbled across my sedative to daily life.
I fell so fast.
I fell so hard.
I trusted fully.
I went all in.
Avoiding all types of conflict just to appease that scared little girl whom I carry daily.
Avoiding all types of conflict to keep home a safe place.
Permanently scared of the fall from the high.
Scared that the person who adores you will suddenly see the way you see yourself.
And I will be left picking up the pieces of my shattered heart.