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I deferred the words " I love you"
Until the morrows light.
Words, that from my heart,
I felt impressed upon to say.
For sure, "I love you",
Would have best been said that night.
Still I reserved ownership,
For perhaps some abstinent day.
Instead, from my vast reserve,
Grating words were launched to flight.
Words that once I'd spent,
Could never be recanted.
I had failed miserably,
At living life in the moment.
So, doting on another days sight,
I had taken our time for granted.
The next day's sun, I found,
Rose not for both alike.
Albiet the sky was blue and bright,
My day was overcast.
For from my life,
I allowed to slip, a love untold,
Now I'm forever yoked with regrets might,
Hard and fast.
Regret is felt always when it is too late.
God wrote his word into the minds of men through “revelation” without a flaw and in total truth.
The Bible is the inerrant word of God, unending wisdom, prophecy of perfectly accurate accounts of what is to come. Never wrong,
hidden events that only come out in God’s timeline and never fails. World event cast in stone.
The Jew, who have survived all the kingdoms that enslaved them and tried to erase them from history and now those kingdoms have recanted their power to the dust of time and I muse that Israel is the strongest country in the world due to the fact that the hand of God is on them.
They failed to recognize their Messiah and crucified him on the cross, thus losing the chance to transfer salvation to the gentile world. God instead chose a “Jesus hating” Jew and converted him as he traveled on the road to Damascus. Soul of Tarsus, who later became known as Paul, brought the Gospel of Grace by Faith in the Death, Burial, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ to all men.
The Bible says that the Jew will be a stumbling stone. God said that he would curse them that curse Israel, and bless them that bless Israel. The Jew have blessed the world through their intellect in the fields of medicine and technology but more important for the Gentil they brought him salvation through Jesus Christ. The Jew for whom God said that he would make the desert bloom again and Israel grows some of the best produce in the world.
The Jew, if not for one man would have lost their language, retained it and it is spoken today.
Israel belongs to God and Jerusalem is God’s city. Israel will never be defeated as a nation. The Jew is a witness for creation and God has revealed himself through them and the Holy Bible. God will deal with the nation of Israel after the rapture of the church.
I ponder on this and marvel at such a tiny country, so prominent in the Bible is so prominent today. A country about the size of New Jersey and surrounded by her enemies. It defies logic. What other country so small, could stand up to such hate and why such hate. Only Israel and Bible truth can be the answer.
The Media
By Franklin Price
2/21/2016
The Media is quite confused
Finding they can't make the news
The internet's ahead of them
And their lopsided views
Some media Republican
Some are Democrat
The truth is in the middle
Where society is at
The internet will give us news
Eventually the truth
By the time we get down to it
Will be much longer in the tooth
Social sites simply satisfy
Common curiosity
Personal preponderance presented
For other members there to see
Doesn't mean that truth is found
When common ground sought
Just someone else believes the same
We've found ones with common thought
Don't blindly trust the social sites
Or reported news that's slanted
For if it's found, it's not the truth
It's easily recanted
I wish to die whilst I might slumber;
Let Old Age smooth my path away;
With no accounts remaining proper;
No innocent worlds in disarray;
And should a peace exist in vision;
Which legends, myths and cults do sow;
I hope with my true love reunion;
Or wait if they be yet to follow.
And yet, should my account be tainted;
And legends, myths and cults beware;
A journey to a depth recanted;
With restlessness as common fare;
And there alone in spite and fury;
No love to balm and bound my geist;
I wish regret for a life unruly;
No eternal angst to be my price.
So knowing not when I may exit;
Nor having sight to know what truths;
I wish this life devoid of conflict;
Where Nature smiles as balance rules.
For what then life if then not sharing;
To not see death as sweet release;
We are not human if not caring,
A mild and worthy life finds peace.
God knows I did wrong, but I tried to change.
But all I begrudge is to maintain my brazenness.
It will never satisfy me until I endure my life range.
My beloved, forgive me or release my madness.
I once walked right into a storm in my spine.
plastic raincoat in hand, heart on shoe top.
Above rain-firing clouds, war clouds sunk supine.
No languor or exhaustion, only a feast non-stop.
Smacking into the horizon that defies stone.
Recanted, now wearing a torn shirt full of falls
I'm on the road, pen in hand, set to do war alone.
Find a wind-sheltered beggar near torn walls.
I suppose cruel people are just hopeless.
Do you blame your life on your diaper?
When music comes on, my face is yolkless.
Is it worth it to wish for things to go hyper?
I am now able to travel across the world.
I'll cycle and listen to lead music this year.
I must admit to being one proud furled.
"Don't worry, be happy" is for me, dear.
Written: January 11, 2023
Hit List 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
A lie is worse than a curse
A lie is a bad or false rumor on steroid
A lie can hurt countless innocents
A lie can cause unnecessary wars
A lie can destroy human lives
A lie is like a deadly disease or cancer
A like can spread like wildfire on social media
A lie can easily go viral. A lie is contagious
A lie can send the wrong person to jail
A lie can never be recanted or retracted
A lie can easily fool an uneducated voter
That’s why I will never vote for a criminal or a liar
A lie leaves an indelible or permanent stain
Regardless of the apologies
Too little, too late
Immigrants do not eat pets
A lie is like genie out of the bottle
Once genie is out, that’s it
The damage is done and beyond repair
One can never have the good reputation back
It is extremely hard to fully recover
As it is impossible or unimaginable to have a second birth
Racist lies are very bad, deadly and inhumane
A liar will do anything to win or avoid losing
A liar is the scum of the earth
It’s inconceivable for an educated person
To follow a criminal or to vote for one
Our world is in a sorry and incredible state
A lie is a curse going in the wrong direction
Hell is on earth. May God have pity on us!
Infernus in terra. Deus misereatur nostril!
May the Lord smile on us and forgive our sins!
Copyright © September 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Ileana Fuster ran day care in her house
Frank Fuster, a businessman, was her spouse
The preschoolers denied anything was amiss
Though one told her mom that Ileana gave a kiss.
But therapists played games with the kid's heads
Lurid tales ensued, where angels fear to tread.
Frank and Ileana prayed to Satan, while he wore a mask
Juries didn't think of questions they should ask.
Ileana was pretty, healthy with shiny hair
Health went downhill in that Jail's tender care.
She got sores, infections, was rarely hosed clean:
The attorney Janet Reno, didn't change that scene.
Ileana held out almost a year, said confession would be a lie.
Then therapists came in with new methods to try.
They told her to imagine she did the deeds
Step by step they implanted mind weeds.
She broke down, said it was all true
Added details involving snakes too.
Testified against Frank at the trial
He saw his wife betray him, walk that crooked mile.
He sprang up, screamed "You lie", but all in vain
Jailed for life, no rescue for his pain
Ileana left, to Honduras she flew
Ten years later, she recanted anew.
She said there was no crime, her mind was clear
Made a 40 page deposition, but then threats came near
A messenger from Florida came uninvited
Told Ileana that under Reno she could be extradited.
He got her to sign a letter, again admitting crime
Frank still jailed, forever, for all time.
He's been beaten by other inmates, one time almost died
Our justice system took us all for a ride.
So Ileana, you are free today to choose
Its Frank and you who got the real abuse.
But you can withdraw the lie, Reno is no more
Though Frank will never get out of that prison door.
There's a lot wrong with our justice system, if it can be so deceived
You can read the details of other cases, so really hard to believe
Daycare-givers accused of the most insane acts
How can our juries confuse such lunacy for facts?
And how can a woman be thrown into solitary for months at a time?
If there was justice, that would be the crime.
Shabari a hunter's child longed to be a disciple of true wisdom(Brahma Jnana), but was refused because of low caste. Sage Matanga took her into the Ashram but was spurned for this decision. Matanga told Shabari stay in the Ashram & serve. Before dying he asked his devotee "what can I do for you ? " she asked, " may I come with you " he replied, "No"
Then one day picking berries she met a Rishi who found her unworthy of touching water. He threw a stone at her and as her leg bled, the lake turned red. Rishi cried "A drop of blood from an outcast and the lake is blood. Shabari went back to the Ashram crying.
The water remained red until Lord Rama arrived at the forest. Rishis asked for his help. "Lord, one touch of your foot and it will be water again " Lord Rama walks in and the blood stays red. Lord Rama asks "Tell me, how did it turn to blood?" They recanted the story of the sage and Shabari. How the Rishi threw the stone and how the lake turned red. When Rama heard her name, he placed a hand on his heart, "It is not Shabari's blood but mine. I can not clean this lake." "Lord we need water" they cried, "Bring her to me " he replied....
Shabari ran towards him with soiled feet. As the dirt fell in the lake the water became clear again. Lord Rama said, " the dust from a pure devotee makes all waters clean" Shabari, invited Lord Rama over to eat berries. Lakshman tells Rama, "Brother don't eat them, they are half eaten." but Lord Rama eats them anyway, "Brother, Whomever offers me fruit with love, I will eat with great joy" Lord Rama so touched by her great love asked, "What is it you wish for, it shall be granted " Shabari cried, "Lord, unite my soul with that of my Guru " Rama blessed her and her body vanished. She has finally merged with her beloved Guru.
PASSIONATE LOVE
Will I find it
when will I know
Will I see it
how will it glow
Sitting here with patience
wanting to know
glistening from the inside
longing for the unknown
Steaming with immense passion
starting to fall behind
Today I write of misery
yesterday’s emotional kind
Tomorrow I breath of happiness
strong strengthen from within
Visions of all the past times
raw and soaring like the wind
Take all your learned decisions
thoughts that changed your ways
Create that perfect person
one that makes everything ok
As yesterday and tomorrow become chiseled
passionately within your mind
never fear and always remember
everything is of fated divine
All those memories that shined the truth
tomorrow’s future
shadows of revealing youth
Find each other’s own ones self
following the path of that source of wealth
As you will know once you see
the creation that’s made you feel free
Only you can find yourself
despite following the truth
Keep yourself above all others
ensuring happiness while staying true
As in the end the only thing that matters
the only reason you exist
the only common thing you have recanted
Is the truth down deep within your souls abyss
The mold that has enlightened the light
keeping it lit for years and years
The only thing that describes yourself
that you can’t have to hold
lasting longer
lasting forever
lasting longer than the truth to be told
Is Love
Vows get recanted as passions flounder
on the shoals of betrayal and remorse.
And drifting dreams navigate in darkness
whenever love starts to wander off course.
Beware of lust, a cunning emotion,
touting trickery and deceit as truth.
The seeds of trust oft germinate slowly,
and patience is a virtue new to youth.
Naive hearts are vulnerable to lies,
for the truth often appears conflictive.
Yet when love creates tears of happiness,
their salty-sweet taste can be addictive.
The feeling of being unique and prized
is awesome, combining two into one.
And purges the hurt from a broken heart,
instilling happiness, laughter, and fun.
Intimate moments make life worth living,
a time when your heart's devoid of despair.
Even though it is intangible, love's
physical impact is beyond compare.
To be loved is to feel wanted and whole,
instantly giving life a brand-new start.
For it's a miracle unto itself,
asking only that you believe your heart.
(Quatrain)
9/30/2017