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There are many Bible lessons to be learned
some maybe minor but others are not so
really important to follow what God says
regarding divine words learn not to say no
Lot's wife's experience is well known
a real warning that God you must not ignore
our Sodom needs are left so far away
not letting it pull us in to be nailed to its floor
God is always true to His word
what He says He'll do that He will
as Lot's wife found out to her cost
be sure to wait on the Lord being still
Remember well the consequences of sin
as Sodom and Gomorrah suffered God's wrath
God poured forth His judgement upon them
this our lot when walking not His path
So fix it in your mind real deep down
keep looking ahead always, not back
you don't want to change into a salt block
better to look to Jesus in Him you won't lack
('Never look back' Genesis 19: 23-26)
(' The sun had risen on the earth when Lot came to Zoar. Then the Lord rained on Sodom and Gomorrah sulfur and fire from the Lord out of heaven. And he overthrew those cities, and all the valley, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and what grew on the ground. But Lot's wife, behind him, looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.')
2 / 6
I can’t decide which woman I want.
I fancy six but it comes down to two.
I will probably end up with none,
But as I always have given you, this is my truth.
Honestly it is frustrating.
Can’t be bothered with all the dating.
Just want to say will you be mine?
But still in my mind I can’t decide.
One I know to be quite lovely.
One to me is a complete mystery.
The one I know has little flaws.
The unknown quantity could possibly have more.
One is single and could be dated,
Whilst the other I don’t know if she wants to be dating,
Or already has a love of her own.
Choices are discussed with you on my phone.
That’s how it starts,
With a self-sent text message.
Want one of two to be my missus.
See them talk and want them both,
But I’m getting old and they are both so far and yet so close.
One has beauty.
One is beautiful.
One might be perfect,
Though that is doubtful.
So which shall I choose?
I will leave it to fate
And wait for the day,
They ask me out on a date.
But the time is approaching.
The day of love Valentine.
Will you be mine?
Or will I never shine?
Left for dead, because of my head.
Can’t have only heart in charge.
Lust may lead, but I want more.
I want a connection which will never part.
The next is my last.
At least that is what I hope.
Don’t want a million to choose from.
Just a sign that says go,
An answer which is not no,
And a woman who understands why I say ‘nope, nope, nope’.
(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Today in North Bay, Ontario we decided to to slow down…to sit around… uncontested
to take it easy and pace ourselves…as our friend Chandra has suggested
We wonder if she was reminding us to pause
to take tin the beauty that surrounds us….to contemplate…to behold
or if she was worried we needed to rest because we’re getting old.
For whatever reason…today…for Chandra’s sake
we slept in…then with the sun’s blessing kayaked on the lake.
We paddled around Lake Nipissing…at a slow and easy glide
with a cool breeze on our faces and a family of ducks by our side.
Then we sat on the deck of our cottage…in the shade..a cozy nook
where the only thing we had to do was relax and read a book.
Today…like so many days on this trip…every day to be precise
we’ve looked around at where we are and have said how this is paradise.
From the mountains, rivers, lakes…the plains, the flowers the trees
to the sunrises, sunsets, clouds…every cool morning and afternoon breeze.
What we have discovered…and here I promise to be concise…
is that, at least for us, there will always be…two parts to paradise.
We believe finding paradise on Earth…is not a fantasy or a myth….
It’s a combination of the beautiful places we have been…
and the person we’re sharing them with.
Which means if we’re lucky…and so far this has proven to be true
the where is important to finding Paradise…but not as important as who.
So thanks you Chandra for your concern…
now that we’ve had enough time to recover
we’ll be back on the road tomorrow…
we have more paradises to discover
There is a certain delight in doing absolutely nothing
In having a Day of Silence, in just being, without trying.
So many people have no idea what this is like.
They are not quiet at school, work, or at church.
I am teaching children to find their inner light
To respect and revere their inner truth
I am using silence and breathing techniques
So far most of them have enjoyed it, it has quieted their souls.
The ones who do not enjoy it did not follow the instructions.
They did not close their eyes, they did not relax.
They fought the activities the entire time.
Sadly, these are often the ones who need silence the most.
For years I lingered in desert sands
Trying to understand the reason for my being.
Looking upon the age-old Sphinx, wondering
When, where, why and how was our beginning
Even made possible?
Sun-baked,
Together on bended knees we
Stared into the eternity of the sun
Rising like a giant orange
Gum
Drop
Over the River Nile and lands beyond.
For a few moments it felt good
To be so far gone. Lost
In the reverie of an ancient moment
Uncertain as to whom or what I am
But contentedly accepting the thought that
Like the Sphinx, reason is occasionally void of reason
Or so I understand.
Help is not easy to find
This world is cruel and so unkind
You do not know where to go
When you need someone to show
Some kindness, love and compassion
We need someone to start an action
Of love leading to one more
Will someone open up the door
Unlocking hearts so far and wide
As all the caring deep inside
Escapes into a world so cold
Warming it up with a hold
Of a hug to tightly squeeze
The bad out, there's no need
For all this pure and evil hatred
When did the world ask for this
We all have to find a cure
For this earth--making it pure
Once again before we lose
Let's find a way to spread the news
We'll work it out, its not too late
No need to argue or debate
This topic needs to be addressed
Let's settle for nothing less
At my prime time
I surely rhyme
I write countless sonnets
Like numerous poets
I tell it like it is
With everlasting ease
I remain calm and kind
To speak my mind
As a free man in control
Of my destiny, I play that role
On a daily basis with success
God grants me health and happiness
So far, I am blessed to be alive
I am lucky and I thrive
At my prime time
I weep because I am happy
And I assuredly rhyme
In front of so much beauty.
Copyright © February , 2022, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Under the whispers of gentle twilight, where shadows weave their mysteries,
There exists a part of me that wanders far, a pilgrim in unseen realms.
My true self, a spirit freed from time or earthly ties,
Floats through the echoes of forgotten dreams and uncharted skies.
This essence of mine leaves traces in the velvet embrace of night,
A whisper in the wind, a fleeting glimpse of pure ethereal grace.
It travels through landscapes of forgotten hopes and ancient stars,
Beyond the reach of mortal bounds, where the scars of eternal love lie.
In another world, it lingers in the meadows of unborn thoughts,
Dancing with the phantoms of desires, of fiercely fought battles.
In realms where silence speaks and shadows bear a gentle light,
My essence finds its solitude, its tender and endless flight.
It has nothing to do with the mundane life I lead,
For in this mystical and distant plane, there is no time, no need.
The echoes of my laughter, the glimmers of my tears,
Reside within this boundless place where pain disappears.
In this enchanted wandering, among the stars and moonlit streams,
I am but a phantom whisper, a figure in elusive dreams.
Romantic in its melancholy, my soul forever seeks,
The hidden truths of love's sweet pain, of beauty that time lets flow.
The tenderness of a memory, a kiss that lingers on the breeze,
The murmur of forgotten vows beneath the ancient trees,
These things my true self cradles, in its faraway journey,
A pilgrimage of endless love, where shadows quietly play.
When I walk through this apparent world, where life's demands are met,
A part of me roams freely, where the sun never sets.
It is a wanderer in the endless night, a keeper of the flame,
Of all the whispered desires, that life cannot contain.
In this place, so far from here, my spirit finds its home,
Among the stellar fields of dreams, where it is free to roam.
So while the world sees only the fleeting dance of my shadow,
The true self, a mystical soul, forever seeks romance.
In the vast eternal echo of love, in the pure embrace of night,
Lies the pilgrimage of my true self, a sweet, endless delight.
For though it wanders far away, in realms we cannot see,
It carries on endlessly, my heart, through the mysterious journey.
God wants you to elevate
He wants you to rise
and these are the instructions
you need to surmise
R
release what no longer serves you
let all that old baggage go
you can't hold to old habits and mindsets
if you truly want to grow
elevation requires release
like boosters on a rocketship
their purpose to take you only so far
for they're design to fall away & dip
I
intentionally is now how you operate
so move with purpose and resolution
let determination be your motivation
as you now strive with profusion
S
strengthen your inner life by developing
a strong discipline of character and conviction
and make sure your values and personal joy
have a faith based jurisdiction
E
execute with obedience and not emotion
as growth requires mental movement
your confidence will then catch up
as you strive for personal improvement
So R.I.S.E.rise up to the next level
and let go of any vague hope
remember to meditate on the Word of God
it will give you the foundation and fortitude to cope
Prowling the estate
Seeking a mate
Thinking he was great
Royal Birkdale could not wait
For his date
When the lioness arrived
Honestly Royal Birkdale tried
Thinking the lioness was going to be his bride
Opening the door
Letting out a roar
Exclaiming, "Amor Amor"
She pranced
A dance
Making Royal Birkdale turn red
Many said
Time passed
Lioness tail swung fast
Letting a lot go
Wanting to know
Where things are
In their relationship, so far
Being a future King
He purchased an honorable ring
Shiny and bright
Just right
"You are my Queen
A dream"
Lioness pondered and peered
"I love you dear"
Allowing cubbies to magically appear
Giving Royal Birkdale much pride
That could never be denied
As the sun set
Royal Birkdale will never forget
What he has in life
A loving family and committed wife