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I used to be like you when I was your age.
It was more than desperation to get out of the cage.
I wanted to grow up; I wanted to rush.
But I have never ever learned the cons of giving trust.
I used to be like you when I was your age.
It was more than a dream to receive the first wage.
I wanted to get a life; an adult life.
But I have never ever learned how to be a lovely wedded wife.
So take a single step and learn while you can.
Because life has too many lessons;
All you need is to stand.
It takes a lot of learning and it takes a lot of time.
Enjoy the moment of teenage life; you’ll find the lime.
The life of a grown-up man is as complex as the world.
You must get ready to battle; perhaps have yourself whirled.
You have only seen the superficial of adulthood.
In time you will understand the virtues of my manhood.
Your views towards life will soon to be changed
So take time to learn things at this stage.
I used to be like you when I was your age
It was more frantic to be silent even your heart is at the rage.
I wanted to say something but sure I was shushed
But I have never ever learned how to listen to my gush.
I used to be like you when I was your age.
It was more than my desire to quick-shift the next page
I wanted to hurry my goal; to get the adult life.
But I have never ever learned to solve my own strife.
So take a single step and learn while you can.
Because life has too many lessons;
All you need is to stand.
December 26, 2020
The number of times I think of you each day
Is immeasurable, my sweet sweet love
It's like trying to count the stars in the sky
Just know this my love, you are the reason I exist
Why I wake each morn with gladness in my heart
Joy in my soul, I have a serenity I've never before experienced
Words don't do justice for this feeling of love
This feeling of utter passion that's invaded my heart and soul
Oh joy, oh joy, what greater thrill
If I was to meet my maker tomorrow
I can honestly say, I have loved and been loved
After all is said and done, what greater thrill in life is there
Everything else is superficial
Because what I'll remember when my number is up
Are those dear souls who enriched my life
Who gave me a feeling of belonging
Who gave me a reason for it all
There may be many but those with the greatest impact are few
And you'll be remembered until my dying day
So while you're still here...
TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM!!!
Learn from the eagle how to soar with winds
Spanning your wings to conquer tall peaks
Float hopes high reaching sapphire blue skies
Triumph with your smile as the world goes by
When beset in clutches of troublesome plight
Know that a new dawn always follows night
My child, when it’s your turn, do what’s right
Even a bright sunny day must cede to twilight
If you want things easy, they won't be worth it
Learn to swing ably if you wish to score a hit
When the climb gets hard you must never quit
Things that you regret, you may never repeat
Glint someone’s clouds, be the rainbow on arc
Be the emissary of light for the adrift in dark
Edify your doldrums, be always on your mark
Lift somebody’s dawn, be the sweet song of lark
Walk along humility when tempted by pride
Learn from those saintly, living lives dignified
Hold your balance or you’ll tumble and fall
Let the mountains teach you how to stand tall
When something goes wrong, do not justify
What’s spurious and superficial, do not glorify
How well you do, rests on how hard you try
When you hear the call of duty, never ask why
Let happy thoughts reign your state of mind
When emotions overwhelm, always choose kind
Spread the wealth of love to help mankind
Be the precious gemstone that is hard to find
Glint someone’s clouds, be the rainbow on arc
Be the emissary of light for the adrift in dark
Edify your doldrums, be always on your mark
Lift somebody’s dawn, be the sweet song of lark
December 21, 2020
Placed 1st: Your advice to the youth poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placed 5th: Your choice (41) contest by Brian Strand
~ In the back of my mind, in a filing cabinet, I hold my dreams...
sealed until my death ~ quote by poet
Dreams are as golden seeds
a source of reflection
It is incredibly
liberating to escape
from the reality
Fly with your imagination
stimulate human growth
in a safe atmosphere
A fragrance of a dream
even in a waking state
I plant dream seeds for joy
as far as possible
The ability to daydream
My previous life story
with different approaches
deep or superficial
with roots in life situation
The future of the past
with airy butterfly wings
I'm protecting my dreams
they can disappear in a flash
My dream is still alive
deeply rooted in the heart
Locked in my diary
you will never find the key
STAND WITH A FACE OF HUMILITY
Thou curse a great angel to fall
from the heavens of glory and power,
though let man build towers for himself alone
letting him gaze on earth down.
Daggers are unknown but
they are directed to oneself
piercing six-inches deep in the heart
though made unreachacble stars of ruthless dreams,
there bete noire, implacable enemies abounds ,
occurring impossibilities cause bitter torments
art a fortress a defense for nothing, nothing?!
A sneering wall for a human being
the lowly thou had trodden down
callused feet has stepped upon.
The anon ignorant void of wisdom infuse a poison
drops dripping from temptuous cup
of sweet assurance, of self-ambition and arrogance.
A pedestal thou arts amidst life's superficial ways
a courage to lift up a haughty face
the narrow rocky roads thou dwell is full of blooms
but will the ends refrain from drowning doom?
Poor man thou hast enslaved
in thy ruthless breaking embrace
secured within thoughts of highness
knowing not where he will stay.
Above, may he think and look unto the ground,
a place of fifth to step upon
for alas he has partaken from thy cup,
so now he's done.
Thou made a distance so near
yet to very far, unreachable.
A human never a god
harsh and vicious
are the gigantic trials knocking him down
Imposing.Intimidating.Haunting. Freezing
but must they be?
Must they be or should he rather
open his eyes and flee
to the flying flicks of times?
Crepuscular are the cascading days
but always they pass epiphanies.
A heart of stone melts but
from it births the human heart
who is able to choose paths which lead them
to face the world not with pride
but with humility...
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Sponsor Name: Broken Wings
Contest Name: Any poem trashed in a recent contest
~~6th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
12:38 pm. August 01, 2015
Sometimes, we have to be brave to say hello,
To a neighbor or a stranger who won't respond.
At times, we have to wave at the ducks in the pond,
Without being sprayed with spittle or water of coco.
Sometimes, we bow our head to greet a teacher,
A president, priest, a pastor, a general or an elder.
At times, we remove our hat to salute the brave flag,
To show reverence, respect, love, affection and to brag.
Be dauntless to initiate kindness or to offer the first step.
There is an ineffable inner feeling that assuages the heart
When we do so. We feel good and strong to take on a schlep.
Be gallant to say hello to the hillbilly bullies at the laundry mart,
Because they fear people with good manners and friendly gestures.
By overcoming superficial phobias, we will enjoy peaceful pastures.
Copyright © January,2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
why do we
still assume that whispered diamond dialects
delicate and sheer
aren't scripted with blades
that curdle blood-stained musings
as summer symphonies scorch ebony skin
tattooed with dark and deep sinister sonnets
sewn from superficial scarlet syllables
that emanate rusted mahogany hues
so listen to the mulberry metaphors
that rain with roseate rhymes
from the hazy melancholic midnight skies
where not every mist of dust
becomes a halcyon teal blue rivulet
of passionate poetry
nor do they mirror
the wind
carrying unspoken tale
that is veiled
beneath twinkling twilight tides
Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still on,
I guess that scope's just a tele,
with sights and hopes on the tele,
Machine Bun Shelly,
initials, MBS, Caps empty,
Mostly Bull Sh……
a superficial sipping soup to his belly
or is it breakfast for a serial prodigy,
steadfast out selling cereal probably,
problems with his intellectual property
so he's just a prop to stop and see.
6'4 and standing taller,
picking on a man, his wife and his daughter,
who needs protection ay,
you're a big and bad ball-less brawler,
that's the shallowest level you can resort to,
and though it's none of my bees wax,
you did it to be witnessed and receive plaques,
but it was easy and witless like corny flakes,
the business doesn't need Autotune fakes,
forcing the rhyme like all you want is a smoke,
not literally you'd choke, that's such a weak joke,
clearly begging for your songs to be bought up,
as if we went from Shady please stand up,
to worshipping a hairband on a no flair brand corrupt
and yeah I admit some of it was good, generous, but look,
with 6 years to write it should have been off the hook,
this lame ass your best and you took as long as you could,
when your next hits out you'll remember when you last stood,
and you'll be mocked by the only line that was any good,
MGK can't stand up,
that'll get you like Cranbrook,
from Cleveland Ohio,
leave now and fly home.
Note the depth and the many double entendre in this,
written within an hour of hearing that diss,
MGK's peak, now for the diss-appearance,
I've heard you can't write your own lyrical sentence,
that's dense, how you ever gona go the distance,
now go into the distance with your spoon and bowl,
you had your 15 minutes so back to your hole.
Part 2: Picking the rhymes apart and taking a shot, on my page to read now.
* the second line is a double entendre,
a serious comment about Eminem and a sarcastic one about MGK, you know, cus rhyming beard and weird is amazing haa.
* Hair and safety clip on
* Just a tele, a telescope
* Initials - cus MGK initials but Eminem doesn't M&M
Terra Firma, inundated
induced obscure, addled by haze
Sable vision looming clandestine
'neath voyeur's superficial gaze
Impending doom surrounds siren
companions come via the wing
Hideous caws make nary a sound
still, there's resonance, deafening
Symphonic dance and play abound
sweet airborne pirouettes macabre
Turbulent twists, convene with timber
silence shattered by shrieking sob
Ripped apart - devils satisfied
swiftly ebb on departing mist
Nonchalant to what's been discarded
visage vanquished - vanished, dismissed
'Twas once there, to be - nevermore
peace now, awaits a rising sun
Dewy air departs on stiff breezes
repercussion - a carrion
Originally posted 9/30/2016
On nights when sleep flees from me like a shadow scared of its own existence,
I wonder if we are cursed or blessed, we who think beyond the edges of reason,
For "bad" is too simple a word for the complexity behind our perpetually awake eyes.
We are the architects of our own mental labyrinths, builders of castles from layered thoughts,
And if you look closely, you'll see that beneath every worry lies hidden a profound form of love,
For no one loses themselves in infinite thoughts if they don't care to their soul's core about everything they touch.
At midnight, when the world sleeps, our minds race at the speed of light through parallel universes,
Constructing perfect scenarios, unraveling and reweaving the threads of reality into ideal patterns,
While seconds drip heavily in the hourglass of insomnia like mercury tears.
We want each day to be a masterpiece sculpted in ephemeral time,
Obsessed with details like painters dedicating their lives to a single painting,
Trying to capture the essence of life in the fine net of our hyperacute consciousness.
But the price of this infinite attention is heavy as lead in tired bones,
Temples pulsate under the pressure of thoughts like drums in an endless ritual,
And eyes burn from tears shed for the perfection that always slips through our fingers.
With all scenarios calculated to the last comma, with all plans woven in silk threads,
We end up exhausted, with souls heavy from unrealized dreams and bodies drained from the perpetual dance of the mind,
You, who read these lines, know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?
And yet, in this beautiful madness there exists a kernel of greatness,
Because we love life so much that we refuse to be mere spectators in our own existence,
We choose to feel every second to the marrow of our bones, to live consciously every breath.
In this hyperlucidity there is a strange and painful beauty,
In the way our mind constantly dances between reality and possibility,
In the way we refuse to accept the superficial and always seek deeper meanings.
There is beauty in you, restless thinker,
In the way you carry the universe in your mind like a precious burden,
And each thought is a star illuminating the darkness of the unknown.