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This is a different time, a new season
These days, crimes seem to pay
For a multitude of obvious reasons
As we all know by now, this is another day
Full of surprises, felons don’t go to prisons
They have top-notch official protection
Twenty four hours a day, this is truly insane
It won’t be easy for the prosecutor to nail
This perpetrator who is as slick as a sultry snail
He knows how to accelerate like a thief in the fast lane
The prosecutor has his work cut out for him. Gender
Does not matter, since justice has no boundaries
We simply have to watch carefully the technicalities
Stand by to follow the next move or the next procedure
This is a new season; this is obviously a different time
Let’s wait and see what happens in primetime; a crime
Is taking place somewhere. I hope that the criminal is caught
Red-handed in the jelly jar. This dude has done plenty, a lot
Of transgressions to sail him off to jail for the rest of his life
All the evidence suggests he’s guilty. We hope that his wife
Will appear in court this time. Prosecutors don’t lose easily
Let’s stay tuned for another episode, another day of comedy.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
At times I relent to the reflexes
The automatic knowledge of the peripheral nerves
Deftly guiding away from pain
Innately coded protection,
Gifted to all
That we don’t allow the conscious to override
Our cognition
What our atoms knows best
Every fiber of flesh protects the soul or should
From the ravages of love
A smart man once said, “Love will tear us apart”
Only fools listen and did not unhear.
Another man, though many scoffed at his unorthodox pulpit, once said:
“Fear is greater than love, remember that.”
I did not heed.
Which leads me to my reflexes delicately picking up a fork and looking at your photographic image through its tines.
A befitting admonition for your deeds. But a profession on my part that suggests I know your prison.
I do not.
The shinning silver and tinkling tines as it strikes the floor chimes and ferries my mind back to its own endless inventory, and for a split second I think: And what of the thing in each of us that drives us to madness.
What is life really about, if anything
Arising from the laws of physic curse
Life is either a meaningless accident sling
0perating in a creating universe
Or great plan experiment rehearse
Life suggests that its future is not known
Life is the embodiment of self·ish·ness
'Cause it is for itself in two ways shown
For its own survival, none·the·less
For its own reproduction express
Life is as yet too unstable pur·vey·or
Undeveloped for it to be the doom
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets its hour upon life bloom
And is heard no more once deep in earth's tomb
In it will gather the dead life seeds
But if life is just a journey to the tomb
It will spread in infinite space needs
For the next big universal boom
And sprout from another ce·les·tial womb
I have eyes, but yet I can’t see
There must be something
Hanging O’er me
I have eyes but yet I can’t see,
And it’s victory
Maybe Yes or it may be No
I have a better place, I’m gonna go
On this plain, this terrain I’m a visitor
And it’s victory
Back we’re going back to heaven
I have eyes now and I can see its victory
Profound in reflection
My introspective recollection
The idea that even with my physical sight
There can be a deeper blindness
That so prevents us from seeing the truth
Something hanging over me
Suggests a sense of uncertainty
Such a veil that needs to be lifted unfilled
Sorely I have a longing for understanding and clarity
Only such then will I have victory
Our journey itself is a triumph
Regardless of the outcome
The victory the battles already won
Testament to the human experience
Our Father heart and His spirit
Within all His mysteries and uncertainties
Even still we’re inspired to inspire others to embrace this journey and trust
For in this trust there shall be a brighter tomorrow
Nevermore no more shall we have any more sorrow
7/10/2024
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 1985,2024©
No question is harder than this alarming dialogue
must I completely forget each joy given to me?
Fear is the adversary; it suggests I remain free:
no vision is equal to this imagination so vague!
It's a disadvantage to express beliefs that are rejected
by the masses manipulated by contrasting science, not faith;
they become invalided by bizarre minds lacking worth,
and they affect us with their derogative philosophy of creed!
When untruths are perceived as facts and truths as misconception,
we run the risk of irrationality and stand on the brink of confusion;
where's the authentic sense of reason that connects us to reality?
Be transformed by all invisible forces and you'll lose your sanity!
No prospective is clearer than the one that's ever present
and deviates us from the right course taken by old wisdom;
will we err by irrational wish, by naive reaction or foolish intent?
In this circle of extreme folly, we choose allusion over realism!
What does Father’s Day mean to you, sons and daughters? I was raised without a father. I don’t know how it feels to have a father, like so many children in America and around the world today. My wife and I had a son who died at birth. If he had lived, he would have been over 45 years plus. She doesn’t talk about it, but I know she thinks about it a lot. We also have two daughters who helped me to be a real father to them. With all of my mistakes, my daughters love me and I love them too. Both of them have finished college with their degrees. My older daughter has been in the military for many years and presently she is in the reserve and works in the medical field. My youngest daughter has an excellent position with Bloomberg News in New York, NY, and from a father’s point of view, doing great. I also have two adopted daughters and they are doing great also. They know I love them too. God has blessed them and they are a blessing to others, and that’s how it should always be. I am not writing this to make you sad or mad, nor to brag, but I am writing this to tell you father’s, step up to the plate and be a real father to your child. Any man can be a sperm donor (let's be real now), but it takes a real man to be a father. There are lots of responsibilities involved. He must be reliable and be a role model for his child. He must always take time out to teach them the right thing. A real father is strong, listens, suggests, and defends. He feels proud of the achievements his child makes, whether small or large. He is always there with a shoulder to cry on when things are right or wrong. I did not have an earthly father when I was growing up, but my Heavenly Father is always there when I call on Him. He says to trust in Him with all our hearts, leaning not to our own understanding, in all our ways acknowledge Him and He will direct our paths. That’s what Father’s Day is all about.
Lady Fingers is from the House of Kent
The House of Lords would not accept her
Royal lineage apparently must be respected
Her family coat of arms hangs on the wall
The shield has nicks and dents from wars
History suggests she was not in attendance
Though her face and age show otherwise
Battle scars should not be ignored
Lady Fingers is delicate and demur
Her petticoat drags along the marble floor
She keeps her figure by eating only figs
An index finger and a thumb hold tea
The key to the chastity belt is long gone
Not to worry
The combination to the madame's heart is easy
One turn to the right to 9, twice to the left to 7
Another rotation clockwise till you reach 2
The Lady's safe is safe from all intruders
Including you you silly goose
Coming back to recapture and constitute whys,
To understand our train of thought, the path we seek with our eyes,
The external influence that suggests and surrounds,
Take it all away and what have you found,
Lay your heart bare and what do you see,
Under all the layers of your reasoning,
What you grip onto so tightly in order to let go,
Take it all away for a moment and reevaluate your soul,
What pain pushed you and prodded you to run into your ways,
What traumas made you run away from your pain,
Take away your fix it mentality because control is not in your hands,
Lay it down at the alter and give it away again,
Give and love freely without control and confined,
Stop trying to conform yourself to free your own eyes,
Love the freedom to love...love the freedom to give,
Stop putting rules on your freedom to live,
Surveillance at a glance
Exhibits such a stance
That entropy and effort
Judged for optimization
If aimful to the purpose
Not to appear worthless
Not serve to worldly circus
Of politics and nets
The weird crazy chorus
Of angry opponents
Each looking though their own prisms
And their each's rhetoric
And their syllogisms
Nets of victimization
The show, dramatization
For sense crystallization
Secure Information
Assass Idiotisms
The boy was righteously crying
With stance of hero point defying
And crowds applauding
And schietheads crap loading
And hackers uploading
WhatsOever Idea had not
That competence
And the awareness
The measureless clever warfareness
The flocks of the stupid and careless
Like animals Shepard PASET
And whom decide who's right or wrong
When real time is only O(n)G
The most tense
The most dense
The General
The Common
MASINT suggests
This exercise
For making sense
Base sets
For new technology
Breakthrough, apology
Program evaluation
And assessment technique
Removing association
And focusing on situation
Deterring authorization
Parametrization of nick
Such is your orientation
Perform adequate computation
* Russian to English PASET - shepherds
Piglet and Pooh seal their friendship on their daily walk.
They casually bring philosophy to their lively talk.
Share sage advice, each one with their own reflection.
Demonstrate their trust in each other’s friend recollection.
Their walks take them around 100 Acre Wood along the valley.
They leave bits of themselves along the way, as they diddle dalley
Christopher Robin sometimes catches up with them to chat.
They are always thrilled to see him, and Tigger, bouncing fat.
Let’s go cheer up Eyeore, Piglet suggests with a happy inclusive shout.
And Rabbit and Kanga? Pooh adds not wanting to leave anyone out.
Or it could just be the two of us, Piglet says, not wanting a crowd today.
They wander along the path, two friends, sharing their swag and sway.