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What temprate joy began with
Such afterglow took away
Once forensic dissertation
dismantling the evidence sends
When massaged vanity and
guily platitudes are subsidised
overcome by inertial reality
As fraud is replaced and integrity
lost
Pondering the cost of what was
gained was lost
And comes with no return policy
But speaking personally from the
here what right have i to complain
If yes that is my signature my
name undersigned in the contract
Was i not duty bound to have read
the small print before putting
pen to paper and held account responsible for my own actions
Because wanted it so much
a willing accomplice was i to be
turn a blind eye and overlook the lie
Until it was patently pointed out to
me that a hollow victory however
fleeting only lasts a while
But a stain is permanent and
remains on one's record for life
Sold for merely 30 pieces of
control
Which then became priceless
and unattainable to buy back
or own
Until it rears it's ugly head being
abused in some random advertising
advert campaign
The final insult nail in the coffin
thinking
What have i done
What did i do
Why couldn't i just have waited
Why was i not blessed with patience
“My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.” Psalm 45:1 of the King James Bible
Imagination is the pursuit of my poetic mind and heart
governing muse direction at the very start
against attacking distraction-dart.
I’m challenged indeed to imagine what is sensible
challenging me to be graciously responsible
with a task that’s influentially noble.
Since writing endeavours do create varied impact
I’m propelled to imagine with prudence and tact
striving to blend style, faith and fact.
Having communication as foremost role
my poems seek to engage with reader’s soul
through images made vivid for a significant goal.
As I imagine my subjects’ choice
whether in verse or rhyming voice
what matters most is truth’s sincere poise.
To write about sheer beauty
I must imagine, inspired by nature’s bounty
the glory of the Lord, magnifying His sovereignty.
With my poet’s assignment
midst wondrous imagination-involvement
I’m grateful to God for His enabling bestowment.
October 16, 2023
3rd place, "Imagine, Interlude, Ivory Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/18/2023
YOUR NAME
YOUR NAME is your identity
The unique entity
Right integrity
To put you in blame or fame.
YOUR NAME is first criterion
Next CV etcetera follow on
Curriculum extra will go on
To put you in perfect frame.
Your performance is solo
You may run fast or slow
On path of life to follow
YOUR NAME will win the game.
You may act wrong or right
Outcomes may be dull or bright
You may stand at front or out of sight
Responsible is YOUR NAME.
Chapters of life will be written by you
Events and works to go through
You will edit and review
Title will go to YOUR NAME.
Your life will come to an end
Nothing will be left to bring or send
But you can be a true Legend
Just by glorifying YOUR NAME.
11/26/15
Poem that time forgot 2 Contest
Sponsor Silent One
Leonora
I am a loyal, loving, caring and responsible friend and sister
The only daughter of my loving parents , Manuela and deceased father Leonilo
Lover of poetry, arts (portraits and painting) and playing piano
Who feels alone, exhausted and so bored
Who fears loss of love, loss of life and snake is the most
Who would like to see different countries, future kids and great poets on
poetry soup
A proud resident of Candon which is not a boarder of Canada and London
Galinta
written: Oct. 1,2012
First Place
Contest: Life These Days Poem
Judged:
Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown
A diadem of sovereignty, a symbol of royalty
made up of Unique jewel of valley surrounded by the rarest gold of Mountains
Waited for it's rightful place to dwell with all its treasures and troubles
After an indefinite hunt for a secular and Democrat souls
Chosen the queen of peninsula and set its heart on hers
The diadem added beauty to the queen and to the land it added fortunes
The charm it holds and the raving beauty it has grabbed the eyes of countries and kingdoms
As it's glory spread beyond the boundaries
The chances of being purloined reached the skies
The queen did the best to keep it fortified and unimpaired
As the time goes by
the diadem was passed through generations
And it was Crowned on the peninsular queen's multitudinous heirs
The diadem never deprived it's charm and it's serendipity even the ages have gone
Numerous eyes surrounded the diadem
and countless hearts fancied to have one
It often got heisted and restored, but never dwelt on the heads of the others
As the time passes on ,
Somewhere down the line the glory of diadem among the queens was faded
There came a day that no one didn't thought of
A new queen was Crowned with unhackneyed hope
Considered the crown as archaic and obsolete
Made her own new crown and replaced the relic of bygone age
Left the diadem open and wide with no intrigue and stow
As it shines in the dark and reflects in the light
Caught everyone eyes while they passed by
And it got stolen and lost,
The disappeared crown created the despair
As the Queen came to know the diadem was lost
And announced alimony to those who find the crown
News spread all Over the kingdom
But it raised a rift between two mobs
As One found it's precious jewel
And another it's band made of precious gold
without the other doesn't form the complete crown
One who had the jewel wants the gold
The others Denied of giving it
Started with denial and protest
Continued with deaths and destruction
Left the city with burnt and ashes
Land of jewel turned into land of blood
Nothing was done to stop this ardent havoc,
How can the problem can be solved?
Who is responsible for all this ??
Isn't the queen who should be sober??
Take a walk in my clouded mind
Tell me do you see what i see
Isolation engulfs these thoughts
No light in sight
Beyond these eyes lies complications
Unable to resurrect the good memories
Responsible for creating all those bad memories
Unsure on how to communicate
Unsure of our direction
So much fear creates this gray
Answers slim to none
Questions a plenty
On this walk you could never imagine the shame
All rest in pain no peaceful sleep
Estranged is our existence
Try to comprehend the aftermath
Words were murderous to a soul
The heart was innocent and pure
Now fully evolved in trauma past and present
Cant seem to forget or live with these consequences
All the problems out grow our growth
No sun to shine
So lost
So unsure
Can you walk though a clouded mind and make sense of it all
I cant...
Blaming the white men
Is the idea, the insane ideas
That many of you have in your eyes
In your head and in your brain.
You’re scared of the truth
You’re playing the ugly lute
The sad refrain that you ought to forget
To exterminate and to obliterate
FYI, the white men are in extreme debt
They’re complaining, moaning and blaming
The world too, for the constant criminating.
The truth hurts: blame yourselves now
And quit blaming the pusillanimous white men
Who face discrimination on different scales
Or levels. I ain’t trying to invent new tales
Stop looking for excuses. Tomorrow
Belongs to everyone, for all men
Women and children.
Repel the obvious mentality of blaming others
And roll up your long sleeves to fight the right battles
Be nobody’s little men and women. Change saddles
If the old ones no longer fit. Don’t use too many powders
Show your true original face, because your color is beautiful
You, too, can be amazing, scientific and wonderful.
Use your god-given or divine intelligence to be better
Stop blaming others and using fake excuses
Remove the white men from the core, from the center
Of your existence. Break and cut-out the chains, build bridges
Talk to and understand more people who don’t resemble you
Expand, grow-up and stretch beyond comprehension too.
Be responsible. Be different. Be controversial in good ways
Be like the sun which goes beyond the orbits, beyond its rays
You need permission from nobody to love yourselves and others
All human lives always matter! Emancipation matters!
Copyright © November 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
First I took right, very smooth
Love by majority
Then I took left, very dark
Only the brave and strong strive here
Because you got to be the light
So you can shine while striving
Then I took time to observe
I saw my past behind and the future ahead
Then I choose to remain present
Because I can't go to the past
I can't forcefully manifest the future either.
Things in the past
Steadily stealing my attention
Causing distractions
Disrupting my focus towards the future
But I'm so dynamic
Saying to myself always
I didn't come this far
To settle for the least but the best.
Many times I move correctly
Sometimes wrongly
My mindset my redeemer
Whenever I move wrongly
My instinct always revives me
That's why I always trust my guts
Making adjustments as soon as possible
Always responsible for my mistakes
Not find who to blame or make lame.
Many are gabbing, like magpies on steroids.
As if we are getting away with something.
Our big chance to speak to adults, and we are taking it.
Teachers at a faculty meeting.
I distance myself in proximity and mindset.
This is a weekly meeting. I can jump
onboard next week as well as today, and catch up quickly.
Ready for my playtime to begin, not interested in their gabs.
It is usually some cute antidote I have already heard. I do not
teach reading or math; my job is to look for
the good in everyone. I can hold onto that if I do not
listen to the gabbing. I look for
the good in teachers too, after all.
These meetings are heavily saturated with testing,
attendance, reading, and math.
I teach none of these things. I am not responsible for
getting them here, and I detest all
of this incessant testing. Doubting the validity in the first
place, it makes not a whole lot of sense to me.
Snatches of conversations float past me. I look around.
Same players. Same conversations. I am serious, truly.
The same talkers, the same listeners. I move around from
table to table each Wednesday, to get different perspectives.
Most do not. I sit in the corner today, alone,
marveling at the dull sameness of the gabbing, and the conversations.
The lone wolf, howling silently, with her pen teeth.
Author Dana Redricks
July 12, 2023
In this journey called life, where time swiftly flows, embrace your age, let your true self unfold. For the number that marks you, a mere digit in time, should never define you, nor limit your shine.
Act your age, they say, but what does it truly mean? To conform to expectations, to let go of dreams? But I say, dear friend, as long as you're responsible too, let the world witness the real, authentic you.
Never let shame cast its shadow upon your heart, for you are a masterpiece, a work of living art. Be free in your essence, in your vibrant soul, let your spirit soar, as you age and grow old.
Society may whisper, judgment in their eyes, but stand strong, defy their flawed disguise. For the freedom to be yourself, it knows no bounds, no matter your age, let your true essence resound.
Embrace the wisdom that time brings to your core, let experience guide you, as you navigate life's shore. But never lose sight of the dreams that reside, within your heart's chambers, where hopes never hide.
The years may pass by, like sands in an hourglass, but your worth and your value, they'll never surpass. For the authenticity you carry, shines bright and true, as you embrace your age, embracing yourself too.
So, hold your head high, let your spirit unfold, for you, my dear friend, are worth more than gold. Never let society's standards define or confine, the beautiful soul that dwells within your lifeline.
Act your age, yes, whatever you decide to do, but always remember, to yourself be true. Embrace your uniqueness, with unapologetic glee, for in being yourself, you'll forever be free.