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Take me to the mountain of hope
Where I can find a place to replenish my soul
Take me to the mountain near the sea
where I can spend quiet time with thee
I want to breathe fresh air again and
Rejuvenate the youthful years with my friend
I want to walk upon sturdy rocks and scream
Across the ocean with all the energy I’ve got
Come and climb this mountain with me
and enjoys beautiful scenery.
Days have gone by and I could not see what
Was waiting for me but I had the feelings that
Something was going on and one day I would
compose a blissful song, one that will recapture
the memory of my stolen youth
and make the universe happy and submit the proof.
It will sell more than a hundred million copies
And move the world in another dimension
When they catch the rhythm of this blissful song
I cannot compose it on flat land
and I want you to understand
it is the musical arrangement that goes with
the words that will create the perfect verse
And if the rhythm is right, nature will
Fill the hills and valleys with it.
And saturate your mind and body in it.
Take me to the mountain where I can see
What is happening to thee, there is trouble
Hanging over your head and the universe wants you dead
Oh what profanity has taken over the world
I have the perfect solution to redeem your soul
Go to the mountain and gaze at the stars and watch the
clouds as it dissolve into the deep blue sky
it has a special pattern that the naked eyes cannot see
and only the artist can highlight it for thee
Hold my hands so that I can stand and look straight in the sky
And you will see what is disrupting the order of the sea
Two hearts make merry but only one will tell the story
Of how we bore the pain to make the universe right again
Meet me before noon so that we can talk things over before
Your emotions spills over; you have got to get it right for we
Have made too much sacrifice, everyone is waiting for thee
so change the tune and take them through this ecstatic moment in History.
It has to be done to clear the way and appease the younger generation.
Climb the mountain of hope and refreshed your cumbersome soul and nature will make your whole.
She sat under the willow tree,
That sunny afternoon.
Everyone was playing outside,
While she just sat there drawing.
She was drawing a picture of the kids playing,
They looked so happy.
While she was filled with sorrow.
It wasn’t fair,
How they didn’t even know.
Know that she was slowly dieing inside.
She had suffered a great loss,
Not even a week before,
Her best friend had died in a car accident.
Just five days earlier.
She convinced her mother to let her go to school,
That she was fine.
A familiar setting,
Familiar routine,
Would be best for her.
But the truth was,
It was too much.
So she skipped the second half of the day,
And just sat under the willow tree.
Drawing,
Thinking,
Crying.
She wiped her tears away,
As the school bus pulled up.
She sat at the very front of the bus,
Instead of taking her usual spot at the back.
She had ignored her friends all day,
But she knew she would have to face them.
Eventually,
But not right now.
She told everyone she was ok,
But she was definitely not!
Flashbacks of them as kids,
flew aimlessly through her mind.
Trying to hide the tears,
She wipes them off her cheeks.
The worst thing that could happen now,
Would be getting caught crying on the bus.
Even if your best friend died only five days before.
She would try to be brave,
But she knew she couldn’t.
The only way she could be happy again,
Would be to see her friend one last time.
Then she figured out the perfect way to do that,
End her own life!
But only one problem,
With her perfect solution.
She could not do this!
Her friends and classmates,
Had already lost one life.
They didn’t need to lose another.
So she declared,
That from this point on she would be happy.
She would celebrate her friends life,
All 17 years of it.
She would celebrate the good times,
And celebrate the bad.
That is what her friend would have wanted anyway.
She would not want anyone to be sad,
She would want smiles, and cheers,
Not frowns and tears.
Thoughts of loving tomorrow,
Not of endless sorrow.
The only thing left to do,
Was to celebrate a girl,
Who no longer lived!
Form:
The Loving Guilty
Make this choice
End up making another choice
And still feel guilty
About the two
Guilt exists no matter what we do
For the compassionate
Guilt
Is a multi edged knife
No one leads a guiltless life
Faced with decision
Some other outcome
Always is
For someone
A cause of guilt
And we can be guilty
Of not wanting to lead
Or facing the guilt
Of a guilty life
To do one course of action it seems we must
It is impossible to choose
None
For no action has its own reaction
In guilt
All life is guilty
Of making a choice
Between foreseen and unforeseen consequence
Leave one in sorrow
Leave one in happiness
Live one in sorrow
Live one in happiness
Both have their hands tightly clenched
On guilt
Guilt is a wish for perfection
For a perfect solution
Amidst the imperfect forces of choices
We are confronted with
Guilt can be seen in a life un-lived
Or a wasted life that gave up on love
It can be a life so scandalously lived
Or one that fed too much on love
And guilt is the dungeon of every dream
Guilt is the squandered wishing-wells penny
With too much compassion
Your heart can freeze
And then
Guilty
For never having lived
At all
Guilt is a poor appeasement of conscience
That leaves you immobile
Make this choice
End up making another choice
And still feel guilty
About the two
Guilt exists no matter what we do
It is perhaps a great tribute to mankind
That it has to choose between loving
Made guilty
By the necessity of choice
There is no perfect solution
And someone is always going to get hurt
What do we do, what do we choose
Between guilt’s
This course of least resistance
Guilty then
For not having followed
Your heart
War
Is where
Nobody wins
And everybody sins
At the unbeautiful bar
War is hell on earth
At birth
God created humans
To be better than the lions
And the other nefarious predators
That’s a given
War transforms young men
And young women
Into absurd killers and murderers
War is criminal
War is suicidal
The truth hurts. Oh! Boy. Oh! Boy
Vile foragers oppress, attack, maim and destroy
Common sense is absent in wartime
No countries are at their prime
Where they harvest dead victims, casualties
Pains, sufferings, animosities and calamities
War is immoral
War is awful
War is for crazed gangsters
War is for ireful bouncers
Death comes early for numberless youngsters
Families are worrying, crying and mourning
And don’t care about vanity, flags and flowers
Families only care about the living
Love, peace, harmony and humanity
War is wasteful
War is baneful
War is for dreadful pit-bulls
War is for god-awful fools
Premature death is unacceptable and crazy
And cemeteries are plentiful and not empty
How sad and unnecessary to be so strong
And to die so early and so young
How sad and inhumane to be so wrong
And to fail flat to unite in order to sing a fine song
Life is precious on all sides
Intolerance chokes and arrogance divides
Diplomacy is the key to resolving our current differences
Dialogue is the password to open up countless entrances
To find common ground
Better and friendlier sound
War is never the equitable answer to the question
But love is the quintessentially perfect solution
To the human or mundane equation.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Live with Gratitude then our Life will be Full of Wonders
If we are proud of ourselves then it will give us a good feeling of satisfaction and self-esteem.
The moment when we have done something for someone else, and received an abundant thanks from them, that will give a confident and respectful impression.
Therefore it is very crucial to be ourselves and be thankful for others as well, in order to give them an excellent sense of appreciation.
Also, do not feel sad for the things that are unreachable for us at this time, but to know and realize what we have been achieved so far.
We should always have a feeling of gratitude for what we have right now, because then miracles may occurred around us if there is something new reveals.
Every morning when we wake up, we should be grateful and realize how beautiful our new day can be.
When we immediately seeing all the positive things, we are knowing that we can solve everything with a right formula it will give the perfect solution.
Be grateful that we can breathe new air again and enjoy the day with new opportunities, we ourselves are the one that can give this influence.
Give respect to get it back, and those who doesn’t want to have mutual respectful understanding with us are not the good partners in our life.
Gratitude for all the good things that we meet every day with self-esteem and avoid all the evil from ungrateful people.
A concatenation of grateful people in our circle of friends will perform more miracles than what we see in Walt Disney cartoons.
Have faith in ourselves, respect the laws and be gratitude for life, this may also give nature a chance to show us the miracles.
David sought a vanguard for revolution,
The Black Panthers seemed the perfect solution.
He built them a foundation, it employed his friend,
Until she found fraud and met a quick end.
Betty’s murder raised questions—who and why?
An inconvenient truth his friends had to deny.
When a jarring fact is a bitter cup
Dave found that Marxists cover that truth up.
He lost faith in the Panther vanguard,
Murder was murder, the truth hit him hard.
His heroes turned out to be certifiably bad,
It was time to revise the beliefs he once had.
[chorus]
Dave couldn't forget his shock on the day:
that Betty's body was found in San Francisco Bay.
A nagging voice within wouldn't stay mute,
His former beliefs would no longer compute.
There are tools to use, the mind God bestowed,
Like a flashlight guiding on a darkened road.
Dogma can rationalize away an oncoming truck
So latch onto the questions that others duck.
David goes to campuses, sounds the alarm,
Jeered and attacked, threatened with harm.
A favored tactic is to brand him with hate,
Yet he does what he can, though it may be too late.
A radical once said "the cause is not the cause"
If you’re tempted to join, that might give you pause.
Beware the idealists for all mankind,
If you end up in the bay, they won’t mind.
[end]
When discrepancy nags, will you be mute?
When the flak hits the fan, and your enemies shoot?
Will you touch the third rail, your reputation tarred
Will you find a place in the real vanguard?
Sometimes you don't need to be right
If you are right all the time
does that mean you are perfect?
No chance
Only God is ever perfect
So don't even attempt
The quest is likely driving you crazy
because it is not meant to be
You are not meant to be
always trying to find the perfect solution
perfect way
perfect route
perfect no where
if you asked me
I could have told you that a long time ago
God will always try to outdo you
Whatever it is
Did I say "try"?
No my friend
Not "try"
He will outdo you
Don't even bother
Ahh perfection
Who needs it?
It's a lost cause
Know which way to go?
So how do you supposed to find the perfect way
See?
I will let things go which way
And see if that's the way
I am being rebellious
No that's called
'Go by the leading of the Holy Spirit'
It's not up to me to find the way
It's up to me to listen
to modify
justify, edify
But not to identify
solidify, clarify
It is up to God
The job is His
and His alone
Don't ever forget that
And we don't have a problem
Or do we have a problem?
Or problems?
Try to tell that to the Man
He's been telling us that for years
"The heart of man plans his way
But the Lord establishes his steps" (Proverbs 16:9)
"Our God is in the heavens; He does all that He pleases" (Psalm 115:3)
Isaiah 14:24 "The Lord of hosts has sworn
'As I have planned, so shall it be
and as I have purposed, so shall it stand',"
So you see
- the job is His
Our Country Needs God Right Now!
Across this country, there’s a lot of sin and confusion…
As people are looking
for the “perfect solution!”
Many laws are being passed of various kinds…
Often as a result of “confused” political minds!
As many in the courts become more delusional…
Over what is and what’s not “constitutional!”
When will all of this chaos and confusion end?
As our country’s crumbling from within!
We need God! There’s no way of getting around it!
Any kind of moral direction?
Many have lost it!
God’s word is more powerful than a double-edged sword!
Refusing HIS way of living…
We cannot afford!
Our founding fathers didn’t believe in a God separation!
It’s only him that can bring
a healing to this nation!
Please, dear Lord, come and touch us with your power!
We all need you in our lives! This very hour!
Only God’s principles give true purpose and meaning!
This is what his Holy Spirit has been revealing!
Won’t you come now? And give him your hand?
And ask for his forgiveness to heal this land!
Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul!
Only you and make us complete and whole!
By Jim Pemberton 01/13/14
Said Tweedle Dee to Tweedle Dum
Perhaps the time has finally come,
For us to pick out different names,
And stop our playing at childish games.
Dum was sure that he couldn’t agree more,
And the reason was far too big to ignore.
Having names that made people delirious,
Meant that no one ever took them too serious.
So they decided that neither would speak
Until they met on the coming week
And then the two would happily share
The names that each would pick for the pair.
Then said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee,
What names have you picked for you and me?
Whatever they are I will protest
As the names I’ve chosen I’m sure are the best.
Said Dee to Dum if that’s the case
Let’s share the names face to face.
Standing nose to nose Dum said to Dee
Let’s say them both on the count of three.
And when the count was said and done,
They both said Tweedles Dee and Dum.
It seems Dum had wished to be Dee,
And the opposite went for Dee you see.
So now they are happy with their names,
And they’re playing again at childish games.
The choice they made you must agree
Was the perfect solution for Dum and Dee.
Yes it is little old eccentric me
Sipping on my Margherita at 6:03
And it will always be eccentric me
But that doesn’t mean, my lamb,
That you have to take me as I am
You have permission to change me
And though it’s easier to change the past
I felt I had to tell you how I feel at last
I agree, what I do should be under review
When the music I play is angry and loud
I won’t laugh when you start to roar
I’ll stop the music. Don’t want a war!
I’ll offer you a drink and something to eat
Take off your shoes and massage your feet
But cause won’t be reason for the night
Just believe in me and my Margherita
The night will be ours to seek delight
I’ll make a delicious Margherita for you
Play only the music I know you like,
Look out glass doors for a perfect view
And like two youngsters who just met
We’ll cuddle up close like we use to do
The walls won’t crack, the floor won’t shake
My Margherita glass certainly won’t break
But it will be I’m sure, the perfect solution
High and in love and stopping a revolution.