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Ah! The Realisation.
I brooded and cursed my life
Not knowing how to please my wife
I never felt love from her
But I felt dead without her
She was my everything
For her I was nothing
She showered some love here and there
Keeping me hooked on to love there
One day my heart fell apart
And I wanted to part
She just held on to my part
How could I now be apart
She played with me with joy
I like an idiot thought it was true joy
Little did I know it was a ploy
I was dancing like like a little boy
She went about her ways
Me doubting her no ways
She led the way
I followed her way
I thought she has gone astray
But it was me filling the ashtray
I wanted to give up my life
But it's tough taking a life
Then suddenly I realized
That life is to live and realized
Realized that it was an open relationship
And I presumed it as a monogamous relationship
I will now live an open relationship
Ah! The Realisation it's an open relationship
Years aogo...
They were shoved in trains.
Tortured, many baked.
Showered with gas, their lives cut
cruelly short.
Some had surrendered guns to the
almighty government.
So, learn the Warsaw ghetto lesson well
If not, you put you and your familys' life,
into a torturous hell.
No protection when the soldiers came!
Many lives taken and wastefully blood
spilt in vain.
They all had a right to live!
But were labeled criminals and no
due process did they have.
We must never like the Nazi's be!
America, nay..any country!
Destroying a human's life and
accomplishments dispassionately!
When even one person loses due
process rights,
We all better start having restless,
sleepless nights.
For when anyone can accuse another
on hear-say or baselessly...
Once this happens,and we believe it,
We are well on the way to hell,willingly!
January 28, 2020
1:00 PM
Oh, Merciful God, with benevolent care
Who guards my little life from above,
To you I pray- hold my hand and lead me on,
For You are the mighty reservoir of love.
Sing ye all praise unto the Lord
For well we know He is our Guide (chorus)
We see Your love in the charm of blooms
We feel it in the chime of winds
We hear it in the song of birds
We taste it in the warmth of friends
Sing ye all praise unto the Lord
For well we know He is our Guide (chorus)
God’s abiding love comes my way
Without asking, it is showered on me.
Yesterday, Today and all the days to come
That’s how God willed it to be.
Sing ye all praise unto the Lord
For well we know He is our Guide (chorus)
He, my fortress when enemies surround
He, my harbor when storms rage
He, my comfort when strength wanes
He, my ally in the wars I wage
Sing ye all praise unto the Lord
For well we know He is our Guide (chorus)
He lifts me up as I stumble and fall
He carries me when I lag behind
This limping lamb of His hundredfold
Can His love be repaid, flowing in torrent?
Sing ye all praise unto the Lord
For well we know He is our Guide (chorus)
In my sinful heart, Oh Lord, you come n’ bide
And with your loving presence, lift my load
Then my soul, in blissful state will reside
And nothing more in life, I shall need!
Sing ye all praise unto the Lord
For well we know He is our Guide (chorus)
The waterfall cascades, sun kissed
As a rainbow envelopes the waters mist
And salmon rise in harmonious dance
Glistening in unison to the shoals advance.
The sun embraces the newest day
It’s warmth encapsulated in each and every ray
As the flowers respond to our stars embrace
So the bees can feast with appreciative grace.
Birds joyfully sing with a pride so pure
To be natures medicine of the woes we endure
As the fresh brisk breeze on a sun showered face
Is a reminder of our belonging in this time and space.
A butterfly passes with kaleidoscope colour
Fluttering silently with a delicacy of splendour
As the hue of blue encircling our planet
Contrasts the green of lands own natural palette.
The sun descends with golden enrichment
As the curtain closes on a days fulfilment
In awe we look up to the heavens and pray
‘God deliver us tomorrow another lovely day’.
A Lovely Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Date: 24th February 2022
At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets
The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell
Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells
Where the air does not go through sealed windows
No, my friends, I'm not dreaming; it’s a nightmare. The sun
Is warming the pavement and the worms are coming out
En masse. The ravines are crowded with small children
That I could never imagined or seen with clear and open eyes
From such a bizarre, awkward, frantic and satanic scene
They’re talking about revolution, that sounds spooky and crazy
Because we must talk about kindness, evolution, education
Before contemplating such a magical or drastic motion
Everything is aflame. The palace is on fire and the buildings
Are red, inflamed. Oh! Yes, it is a total and capital fiasco
All of this is to show the wickedness of the vile jackals
The wild beasts which enjoy killing daughters and sons
At noon, in daylight, the malefactors have no shame to hate
Loot and burn everything they could neither imagined, nor created
And built. These werewolves come from nowhere, from the wars
Of hell, we wonder. We only know that we can't afford to live where
Vile and wild animals can easily seize the streets manu militari
For any new extenuating excuses, pretexts or fabricated reasons
Where are the technocrats and the intellectuals of the past?
A thin and weak voice coming from nowhere replied cowardly:
They are all hidden or incarcerated in coffers infested with lice
This explains why the werewolves are waltzing in the dusty streets
In mid-afternoon where high priests and high pastors walk on bridges
In ruins and normal toddlers no longer go to church. How awful, the pigs
Are well dressed, during the rainstorm, where the contaminated air
Escapes and embalms the disconcertedly distressed firmament
What misery for a group of goons who are equally surly and jubilant!
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
This is a translation of the poem 'La Valse Des Loups-Garous'
by Hébert Logerie
On lazy summer days, carefree,
I used to gaze at endless sky,
And guess the shapes of clouds go by,
Wondering who I'd want to be.
Eyes followed fast my fancy fate,
Before the clouds would dissipate.
An elephant stuck on a twig?
A monkey on a shopping spree?
A tiger swinging on a tree?
A hairless cat wearing a wig?
Or maybe if the cloud turned dark -
A wild wolf or a hungry shark?
I have grown up, so did the clouds -
Not always on their brightest side,
Not always my fate's trusted guide -
Showered over my sky with doubts.
As with my cherished long time friends
We moved along and made amends.
With every passing cloud I find -
Regardless of what shape or hue,
As shades of grey turn back to blue -
A silver lining's left behind.
Childhood clear clouds will always be
Part of my past and part of me.
March 4, 2023
TIME
Thought of all the seconds,
That went like a mist at dawn.
Tried to hold all the minutes for lifetime
But it flowed like water with no grapple
Waited for the hours of fortunes that I desiderate
As you are the sun that quenches every soul of an incarnate
But being in you can burn the spirits with fiery fire
Hastened to get rid of the all the days of stormy clouds
Disregarding the silver linings around them that one needs to count on
And learned that you are the equinox of every mortal
Hoped for the years to go right
never disappointed even when the right seems to be left
All the ups and downs you placed
All the love and hatred you showered
All the laughs and cries that I held
Trickled in the brink of the eye
Waiting for you at the edge of the door
where you passed like a breeze that never noticed
Awaiting all the moments to fill again
'Shorty', they called him from the very first grade in school.
He was seldom chosen for any game as a general rule.
He'd reached his maximum height of five feet six as a teen.
Though small in stature, athletic prowess lay dormant, yet unseen!
He tried out for baseball, football, even the basketball team.
Just to be a member of a team was his fervent dream.
Apprehensive coaches agreed to give the eager lad a chance.
Perhaps he could warm the bench - his ego it might enhance!
He was the third-string running back on the football team.
During the championship game the others ran out of steam
The score was tied - ten seconds remained upon the the clock.
He scored the winning touchdown! That day 'Shorty' became a jock!
The state final basketball game is still talked about today.
All the star players fouled out, much to the coach's dismay!
The score was tied - 'Shorty' was sent in with seconds to go.
He was fouled but with steady nerve, his was the winning throw!
He gave his all when called upon and was accustomed to the jeers,
But accolades were showered upon him by his coaches, fans and peers!
His coaches learned that 'tis best never to judge a feller by his size!
He might just be the winner who brings home the coveted prize!
she showered the sky in anthracite crimson and sepia
eclipsed broken pencils and crayons moulded together
took a fading snap shot in memory of what’s yet to come
a soft touch surpassed clawed grips of splintered sorrow
outlined peripheral beauty on the transcripts of passing
rescued cinnamon and ultramarine from darkness of night
as she climbed past the pinnacle of rational composure
fresh mysterious shades surpassed stark intentional hues
compounded tapestry of magical sketches into her truth
when the moon waxed in slow motion to a tune of innocence
doubts waned as evaporation dried the canvas and pattern
of unrepeatable capture of reason to emotion’s delight
she took another sip from an overflowing fountain of measure
repainted the scene from scrap books of subconscious mind
unaware of translucent epiphanies moistened on parchment
18th May 2020
So how does it feel to be showered with praise and to be looked at as if you are beautiful by someone new..
.It hurts ...because the one you have always wanted too....does not, has not and you know he will probably not
How does it feel to know he does for her...what you have wanted him to do for you...It deeply hurts
How does it feel to be read by someone who ought to not know you..
It echoes pain
Because you realize you have been invisible to the one person you have wanted to shine for all this time
Does he understand your worth ? Does he even know you are in pain?
How does It feel ...
It feels as incredible at moments... fills up the emptiness that has been lingering
in your soul, walking around, waiting around to be noticed
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