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Sometimes, me and mine fight;
And I feel like I should just take a flight;
To either Toronto or Morocco,
Or Chagga or even Togo;
But I stay and forgive,
Because, I have come to believe,
In what we call love;
When, instead, we are stupid in love.
In any relationship, we have to tolerate,
Simply because our interests correlate;
This, one fresh in love may not relate.
He has slapped me several times before,
But that did not automatically make him my foe.
In these matters, we do not just get rid of the fragrance,
For it is one journey that requires a lot of patience,
Lest we lose it all due to our impatience!
2/2/21
"Ever since"
Ever since
I was six
The best for my family and friends I wish
This is about as real as it gets
Reached the top of the cliffs
Then I continued to lift
Upon the clouds I sit
In a state of bliss
Just when I began to reminisce
It all went amiss
The wind and whispers of folks sounding like a hiss
When I got struck by a species that was venomous
Struggling to nix
Always getting my fix
Couldn't ever call it quits
Fell into several rifts
Sunk into an abyss
Then I was entranced by glyphs
Always in a self induced haze
In attempts to reduce the pain
Been at the top of the food chain
From Wednesday to Tuesday
After the same game or some new prey
Old school and also new age
Similar yet so different from Bruce Wayne
I am, but others are not humane
Could've led to doomsday
You dug the grave, and are the only one to blame
I won or I loss and said touché
Nights where the moon waned
Days of sun shining or bouts of afternoon rains
Soon came
Continual products made with Butane
And yet another new strain
Many so quick to, but honestly who's to say
If any very few may
Understand that they'll remain true or stray
It's just not always going to be a two-way
He assumed they were just not used
to the intricate mechanisms of a Browning Box camera.
Images of his young life never taken.
An undeveloped child, an unrecorded life.
At aged seven an awkward boy was caught
on an obligatory school photo.
A sole token; evidence of a former existence.
Later friends shared images of their youth,
while parents beamed over shoulders.
Piles of recorded years as thick as decks of cards
were brought out and examined.
He gulped at the spontaneity of the fingers,
that clicked off every smile and giddy event.
After they died, death revealed
several spools of undeveloped films.
He knew that any faded moments
contained within them
would never be his moments.
He had long chose not to be invisible,
or a victim to any closed
or shuttering window.
I too sing corruption
I waited on the bench
was told no work
reason (mkono mtupu)
yes had no long relative
I sat next to the conductor
comes an officer
wringing their hands
red-pinkish 100 shilling note
(afande chai)
but the vehicle overloaded
I went job-searching
but my less qualified counterpart had it
sexual favors I tell you
My certificates useless
I now clean the streets
In the bureaucrat
I see my tax
I see embezzled funds
several investigations
with no results
The country is mired into corruption
Who will emancipate us???
strong vespers we need.
I really yearn for the times
when fairness will thrive
when we will sing a dirge to corruption.
Will you believe if only humans exist?
I'm sure everyone has wondered.
Our solar system is in a difficult stage.
It has several different types of stars.
Planets, the same as our planetary systems,
There is no life in any of those worlds.
Likewise, it may be over humble.
Either it's too hot or too cold.
The Earth is just right, green, and calm.
We must maintain and replenish the Earth.
Are there other worlds the same as Earth?
Do life forms such as us live them?
What project for dealing with them?
In the Goldilocks world, that life is likely.
Our own Goldilocks planet is just right.
No wonder it's been a game of lowlifes.
We're living on the moon on one foot.
We're off to space in an Earthly pose.
We should never play with a telescope.
Waiting at the ending of a taut rope.
Our preferred zone is the "Goldilocks zone."
Alpha Centauri is ideal for Earth-like stars.
Alpha Centauri has one planet Earth-sized.
Red dwarf stars harm life around there.
A fresh Proxima B is four light-years away.
75 thousand years to arrive on the Voyager.
Proxima Centauri would take 215 million years.
Please don't follow in our footsteps, next generation.
Have you finally resolved the issue?
It must exist, and you'll find it.
Faith and hope bind us together.
The mainstay of our efforts has shifted to space.
Until we reach the red planet Mars,
How long can you last with no food or clean air?
Water first, then stay there.
Whatever funds we throw, it's never enough.
All would be lost if this Earth dried up.
We must feel the urge to analyze Goldilocks.
written: April 10, 2021
Goldilocks Zone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Watching Blackbirds
Again, I find myself watching the blackbirds
They come as a cloud that sits upon the ground
Each respecting his wingman’s space
As they pass overhead, they sound like a sudden spring shower
That comes, then goes, finding a place in the field
They move like water running across the way
Pulled by gravity to a lower venue
As they glean the area of worms, bugs and seeds
The rear faction takes to the air
Gliding to the lead for better feeding
This becomes a ritual that is repeated several times
Until the plate is empty, or the craw is filled
They rise in waves that join to make a twisted rope
Smoke from a generous campfire
Rolling, Roiling, tumbling and loping
They politely pass, waving goodbye
With each movement of their wings
And softly I can hear them sing
Winking on before the stars
These little airborne lamps
Endowed my neighbourhood
As my wide grey eyes feel good
I must stop and stare
As electric insects appear
No one can take this view from me
As long as my eyes can see
Dancing in their flights
Guided by several lights
Every dawn must die
As they skillfully fly
From the beetle family
With a light-based vocabulary
Giving a lovely glow
And a call and response show
See their lower abdomen
Several lights for men
Yellow, green and orange light
Chasing out darkness at night
Observe the cold light
Has it any heat?
Very few ultraviolet rays
Useful in many ways
O! miniature lightening bugs
Let scientist give you hugs
For they've learnt from thee
As we all could see
Thomas Edison became envious
Is his bulb a match for yours?
Heavy electric bills today
Firefly, I need thy ray
Have you ever seen a firefly? If you haven't, please strive to see in their darkness flight.I advise you check your electric bills today and think of what these small creatures can offer.
...He thought of it for many days,
then went and bought a colt,
when Ma saw it, she railed and screamed,
her peace she could not hold.
Redmon had to sleep at the ranch,
in the big, long bunkhouse,
but it was close to his home so
he could keep an eye out.
His mother gave
silent treatment,
believed her words
were Heaven sent.
It left poor Redmon riddled with
a plethora of doubts.
It went like this for several weeks,
people kept getting robbed,
Redmon rode in one afternoon
from getting doggies bobbed,
and in the distance, at the home
strange horses he did see,
fear rose and he sprinted his mount,
Ttre across the prairie.
The door was wide,
inside the house,
he saw sister
without a blouse,
and two men standing over her,
grinning so lustily.
The colt flashed fast form his holster,
head-shot to the near man,
the other went for his pistol
and was quite fast of hand.
Redmon got another shot off,
but so did his damn foe,
the bandit took it through the neck,
collapsed, died in a choke.
Redmon was shot
in his left thigh,
mother ran out,
was by his side.
“They said that they would kill us all,
after they…well…you know…”
They sent for doctor and lawman,
and both were quickly there,
Doc said,”It missed the blood vessels,
there’s no need to despair.”
Lawman said,”Those are Allen’s boys,
they never were no good.
Should have expected they would take
anything that they could.”
Took them out,
and all were safe,
mother had tears
streaking her face,
said,”Please, you saved us all today,
move back in, if you would?”
He said,”Ma, I cannot do that,
I will carry a gun.
If you even again need help
just call, and I will run.”
And though his mother still would not
carry a gun herself,
she stopped condemning those who did
to a fiery hell.
She saw that God
made many paths
that all would walk
intil the last.
What path was chosen for Redmon
only time dared to tell.
Poetry is a naturally simple speech
Poetry is a well-organized speech
It is the profound expression of the soul
The digital or verbal dialect of the heart
Poetry is a special piece of art
Poetry plays a major and vital role
In our society, in church and in school
Poetry rewrites the anxieties, the souvenirs
The nostalgia, the past memories and the tears
Poetry will always remain a great tool
That exposes ideas, thoughts and imagination
Poetry is telling a simple story with passion
It is to yell, weep, express and curse at the fool
The Bible is the best poetry book ever written
Read the psalms, the proverbs and more in the garden
There are no songs without rhythms, and lyrics
Which are words of poetry which fear no critics
Poetry is everywhere in our daily life
The best commercials are rhymed
Poetry defies words, smiles, music and time
Sending a poem to a sweet spouse or a lovely wife
Remains the most romantic things to do
In time of crisis or to set an enticing mood
The best speeches are in prose or poems that woo
Audiences all over the world like the food
That is delivered to hungry or destitute nations
Poets are special people who use words of emotions
To calm, charm, soothe, quiet, whoo or energize the world
Which is desperate to be better and to be whirled
Like rising smoke or wandering clouds in the air
Poetry is a panacea. Poetry is everywhere.
Copyright © March, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
For Many years unable to identify
this haunting whoo whoo sound
Could it be an insect or a bird up in the trees
An amphibian by the creek perhaps ?
or something, else not identified, rising from the ground
The hoot was mostly early morning but sometimes through the night
unable to get vision of this creature
perhaps through camouflage it kept itself from sight
The mystery, finally it was solved
in the middle of the day
When the haunting hoot erupted,
not too far away
In desperation as a result of an attack by a marauding crow
the sound was emanating from a desperate immature creature
A frog? no not really but part of the name,
of a bird, that's how it does feature
In appearance it much resembles some owls
Its called a Tawny "FROGmouth"
a name with several vowels
A few metres from our house there are up to four
perched upon the same branch roosting
and sleeping through the day
They are nocturnal feeders, intermittently the branch is vacant
as they opt to stay away