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I chance upon
This rare book find;
Brown yet beyond
The pages sign.
For days and days,
I sift new thought;
Old wisdom says
Align bold plots.
The author writes
In words said plain;
The reader cites
A fragrant stain.
Each chapter tells
In clear detail;
Each message dwells
How not to fail.
One sheet prelude
For summary;
One attitude
To make me see.
Old book spine weak,
I tear each sheet,
Summary speaks,
Inspired thoughts greet.
I feel delight
At this grand find:
So much insight
To fix in kind.
Words of a seer
With pathway thoughts;
Prompt acts to steer
Fun, wit and plot.
Words that speak out
To inspire zest;
Word profound bout
To light life's quest.
A message found,
"Live On Purpose"
On earthly grounds,
Let love imburse.
Twenty-five sheets
To meditate;
Light for the feats
That gravitate.
Gratitude stills
My heart and mind
For thought and feel
Know love most kind.
The author shows
A wise sure grace;
Dan Millman grows
A sublime space.
The reader heals
Old hurts and pains;
Words heap a fill
That knowing gains.
Old pages ooze
With happy fare;
No need for booze
To clear the air.
Sanguine this talk
Of making sense;
Poignant the walk
Without pretense.
So here I tuck
Rare vintage finds;
Thrill magic luck
With peace of mind.
Read line by line
To glimpse thoughts wise;
Learn to feel fine
For a small price.
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2014
Singapore
The naked truth sprinkles holy water
at curfew hours with touch of morbidity.
I'm on the brink of shortages -- of food and faith,
parading before my eyes the endless stream of bodies
dispatched to crematorium and the more summary procedure of
temporary burials in city parks!
Suddenly the bright idea of a volley of oaths
takes center stage, the winged angels of death
plucking up inequality and the monopoly of
the privileged, striking rich and poor with the
same perverse velocity, a great equalizer rejoicing
Karl Marx in his grave. The proletariat of virus
turning up its fury in shanty towns and
castles like an unstoppable killer with the watchman
sleep at the wheel. It cannot proliferate without our
internal polarization.
Victims of coronavirus unite, throw away the chains
of dogmatism, embrace the contagion's challenge of
human solidarity, across the great divide of
capitalist exploitation and greed breeding
ineptitude and designed failure bespeaking a
great betrayal.
SEIJAKU
Three hours I’ve toiled at the keyboard,
Feeding the hungry screen.
Whilst all around the air is filled
With the clackerty-clack
Of a dozen keyboards more.
The dreaded deadline looms
And God forbid that should be missed.
At last, the final summary
And a quick read-through
In case spellcheck has missed
A careless boob.
Then press the button
That will send it to the printer
In the quiet passageway.
Away from the clamour,
I sit by the printer
As it churns out the statutory copies.
I close my eyes for a few precious moments
And my thought turn to you.
To your smile; to your sparkling eyes.
Your twinkling laughter
And the anticipation of coming home to you
At the end of a stressful day.
The printer falls silent
And wakes me from my reverie.
Just two more hours to go.
God's righteousness at Christ's expense
this is the summary of God's grace
this grace speaks of divine mercy
which makes you welcome before God's face
This is all made possible
by the death of the son of God
who willingly gave His life
taking the wrath of God's rod
Jesus as the sacrificial lamb
took on His body all our sin
paid the price of our redemption
so to glory we can enter in
In all of this great act of mercy
Christ's imputed righteousness is given
to us God's holy elected nation
so we are fit to enter heaven
Grace, grace, God's wonderful grace
God continues to give in fullness all
there's no limit to His measure
so listen and hear the savour's call
It’s December, it’s foggy and rainy, but that fits. Of course, a rainy Saturday means gathering in the common room with my roommates and watching either “The Hunger Games” or “Twilight.” Leong’s never seen Twilight, believe it or not, what are they DOing in China? We were explaining that It’s ok to talk through Twilight because it’s completely senseless. Yeah, good times.
We got back from Thanksgiving break, and we had to hit it - grinding to squeeze half a semester into 18 days. It’s a cornucopia of pressure. So, we’ve hit the books, but we’re still us.
Here’s a question: What’s the first season in December? “Spotify wrapped” season! EVERYONE has Spotify and once a year you get a summary of your listening habits. The reports came out this week and it’s all people are talking about. Comparing their lists, artists, tastes. Those lists say a lot about someone and it’s ok to not have taste, we should normalize it.
My top artist was Taylor Swift (duh) my top song was Taylor Swift’s “Renegade,” Spotify says I listened to it 285 times but that’s biased because more than once, when writing a paper, I put that song on a loop for 6 hours. My second most listened to song was “Champagne Problems” By Taylor. That song is so Rory, Gilmore Girls coded - like Rory saying, “you're on your own.” My other top artists are TV Girl, the backseat lovers and hypo campus. Yeah, I roll big.
Taylor’s also been in the conversation because Sophie has an ex-fem-friend (a freshman) who started seeing *a 45-year-old guy*. Let me ask you, what does a 45-year-old man have in common with an 18-year-old girl? We have Yale friends in their early 20s who still consider themselves teenagers and children and THEY are horrified. It’s naked fracking pedophilia. (Sorry, that one foamed over.)
The whole situation is ripped from Taylor’s 2010 masterpiece “Dear John,” which is about her dating John Mayer when she was 19 and he was 30-something. Her friends warned her, but she wouldn’t hear. Taylor Swift can be corny, and I love the corn, but she can be topical too and even though I was 7 when she released “Dear John” (2010), it’s a timeless lesson.
Written: September 09, 2023
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In the area of dominion, where elitism wields
Altruism flickers as a beam of light in the field.
Some may consider this a sort of implausibility.
Yet, verity and equity will steer our ability.
Such as the animism axiom in every soul,
We strive for fairness to impel us whole.
Opulence and wealth may blind the eye.
But optimism onslaught will never die.
In the realm of idealism, we descry our stem,
A scarcity of tolerance we must condemn.
For in the recesses of our staggering minds,
We beget the power to endow kind.
People gleam with optimism and bliss.
Yet vanity often convoys to amiss.
Sailing through zeal with mounting tension,
Violence mutates the soul's contention.
Happiness and bitterness tread hand in hand.
On the edge of hunger in an indigence-stricken land.
The clamor for a vindicatory grapple grows.
As the judiciary leverage properly flows.
In a peaceful realm, such as a jay in flight,
Litigate we must, to ensure equity is right.
With clemency and clairvoyance, we shall proceed.
To rectify the wrongs that have been decreed.
Verity shall not be obstructed or bent.
On the judicatory bench, our judgment is sent.
In summary and contradictory, we may find,
But punitive endeavors must be flung behind.
Nemesis will not be our disservice.
A pacific arbitrator, we shall preserve.
In the realm of justice, unjust acts we blame.
Retribution and vengeance have no way to tame.
Inquisition dwells as the dictated route.
To cinch that every wrong is suitably tried.
In the pursuit of verity, we shall never hide.
The loop of equity is our gentle stride.
After countless years, the clamor will rise.
The bench and justice grasp people's cries.
With a judgment that is fair and true,
We strive to beget a world anew.
Despite how brief and conflicting it seems,
A punitory nemesis is not our dream.
Instead, we seek a pacific resolve,
An arbiter who might judge and absolve.
Guará, the Brazilian Ibis
as our guarana...
from the atlantic forest
what's left for us to
enchant !
Maned, chromatic summary
of beauty...
the passing black
when sprouting with all
shed on its threshold...
White Guara
almost virginal in the morning
youth... as well as
if for life
if you showed...
In the finale, or in maturity,
biological chromatism
again shows...
resembles, reddens
even though it is not the case,
adult now in life...
Guará, free wonder.
majesty in the Serra do Mar.
Gorgeous nature... !
All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!
All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Bloody chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.
The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.
Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
God established the color of His children
Yes, we are all of God's children
Well, we are one big extended family across the earth
More than that, we are brothers and sisters, kinfolks to each other
Our skin colors are an evolutionary adaptation and process due to the environmental conditions that we dwell in
Meanwhile, in the Garden of Eden, every color possesses a natural beauty within itself, but somehow evil drifts in the opposite direction of the will of God
Thus, religion has played a significant role in propagating hate, slavery, and racism for control, profit, and power over mankind
Well, God did not create black and white people, thus He used humus (Dark, earthy, rich, black soil) to create Adam
Furthermore, God specifically made a rainbow race of people
no shade of black nor shade of white - just red-orange, blue and green and a little bit of indigo
Notice that a rainbow doesn't have the colors black or white inside of the bending arc across the earth.
In summary, God is a wonderful creator and thus a master craftsman!
UNFINISHED NOVEL
by Matthew Tripley
Once, an author I tried to be...
Dazed In The Life was my story.
Movies and music - central themes
Plotting characters and their schemes.
Surrounding the shootings of breeze,
Misbehaviour and murder sprees.
Put together in their fusion...
Somewhat coming to conclusion.
Summary, I will try to tell
If my memory serves me well.
Nebula and Desdemona...
Teenage girls, twirlers by stoner.
The latter, main protagonist...
The first one, there to coexist.
Drug use, their preoccupation...
Truant in their education.
Upon the road, an accident...
Death of a father - heaven sent.
His daughter's personal chaos
Which stems out of this sudden loss.
Years of practised self-destruction...
Mayhem rising - no deduction.
Mostly centred around one day,
More characters come into play.
Marijuana smoking brother.
A widowed and using mother.
A walking, talking enigma
With his passion for cinema.
A dealer and a trolley boy.
Two lesbians, each other's toy.
All who come across each other...
Points of plot from one another.
Confrontations of a female...
Missions of murder left in trail.
Acquaintance with a hat on top.
The server in a bottle shop.
A teacher who becomes a mate.
A pair of junkies with ill fate...
The killing of them taking place
In another man's garage space.
At the end, a resolution
Simple in its execution.
Ceasing of substance depending...
Desdemona's happy ending.
Not looked into for a while,
This story sits on a pile.
Perhaps with the correct mindset,
I may start to re-pen it yet.