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A strange man drives our country lane.
Can it be that he's insane?
Sick in temperament and brain?
I saw him before, and now again.
Is something about to go down?
He's driving, but what's driving him?
It's not something I can explain.
Could it be for personal gain?
And how long will he remain?
Should I be leaving town?
Does he portend a terror reign?
A horrifying campaign?
Devastatingly inhumane?
Causing misery and pain?
The weather man's predicting rain.
In the wind, there's an eerie sound.
Our way of life can we retain?
Is it circling the drain?
Will it ever come back again?
Will he leave a stain?
Trepidation, so profound.
As faithful as time can only ever be
There is what time can call a final close
Are there years when a year we see?
Are you as faithful where time only rose?
Faithful were days to give us years
Faithful were ways we know to live by
Olden debts for younger tears
To only have answers asking more whys
And we bear what we cannot bare
Of that we serve beyond our worth
We are diminish though we flare
We know hate because we love
Can you promise me something you cannot fulfill?
Why do we promise for sometimes to fail?
Have you a cup to know to fill...by your will?
Or have you a cure... that one solemn ail?
Are you faithful to time to one day see?
That yesterday for when tomorrow rose
As faithful as time can only ever be
Have you that time we call a final close?
I am staring at another day of doing what I want
A whole day
Twenty-four hours
Not easy to embrace
It is too cold to go outside
I have called two friends and spent three hours
Painting in my studio
Great fun?
Not exactly.
Would be but...
My brushes are too used
Not as much fun now
Perhaps today
Happened for a reason
To show me how horrible It will be
To retire and have all day
To figure out where and
Who I will be
Also a wake up call
Showing me that I need
To order new brushes
If I expect to enjoy
Spring break In two weeks
Good plan, God.
Bravo!
Well played
Tenth snow Day of this Year...
Lake Winnipesaukee is the largest lake in New Hampshire
Today it was filled with waves across the bay
It seems like the ocean when it gets moving this way
Surrounded by distant mountains, worth visiting to see
The ducks and loon are hiding as the blue water churns
But other times, it remains as smooth as glass
It is calming either way with every changing views
Talked about often with stories on the local news
Sailboats rock with the strong wind that blows
In summer firework colors burst above, in the shows
Bikers tour the route around it for many miles
A large lake that delivers so many fun smiles!
Heidi Sands
10/4/19
And so it was that night
When the hands of time
Fell upon the shoulders of my clan!
It was like the terrains of our only source,
Of our only hope will be lost.
When we heard those heavy footsteps
Pounce beyond the walls of our city gates,
Those footsteps that left imprints
Of the hand claps of death that rings
On the deepest inside of our beings,
On the fearful outside of our skins,
On the hidden makeup of our genes
And bringing remembrance of past sins!!
Our human frame became aquiver,
Our human structure became bitter
Because that night our city gate
Became the home of death rate!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched them detach
My brothers head with knives,
I watched my brother kneel
With head afloat
Slowly letting go drops of blood through his eyelids!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
That night the eyes of our enemies
Never blinked or gave a wink of pity—
Their hands spilled blood within the city
And so I watched a little child being burned
With fossil fuels showered upon her skin,
I watched the little child freeze
With mouths open wide,
Lying still and slowly giving up the ghost!!
That night I saw war bow to man,
That night man accepted war and never ran!
I was travelling. I still am, but
once upon a time I was on my way through
a particular place. It was north of Wantage
that I stopped and stepped out
of my car to survey a white
canyon.
They'd been cutting through the chalk,
the power of human engineering on a grand scale,
near the beginning of motorway evolution;
making a straight way for mankind.
I wondered at all the remains of creatures
living how many years ago? that made this dead chalk.
Scattered around were broken flints.
This one
drew my eye. A survivor, almost unscathed.
Its curves record a once fluid form, speaking
of the heat of creation, of powerful forces still at work
destroying and re-creating, volcanoes, earthquakes, after shocks...
How small the scratches of human engineering.
I picked it up and took it on my journey.
Is it mine?
No, it's His:
Creator of me.
I refer to Him in wonder.
Frail and intricate, I pass by and hold
this particular survivor.
When my travelling's done and the traffic thunders on
relentless and forgetful of the place,
this flint will remain wherever,
still.
It is that of the rain to which falls.
That of a winter wind to which blows.
It is of the rain drop to which started this day.
Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day.
It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed.
That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form.
There I lay, with a thought of you this day.
As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day.
You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder.
But it’s there with gentleness to which God watches its fall.
As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall.
It’s there; I’m curled in the sheets.
Wishing you was at my needs.
As it is with my heart to which reins for you.
That it’s there to which my heart sweats for you.
Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about.
It’s there the drops fall as it moistens the ground.
A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love.
It’s there I want to experience drops with you.
As the rain covers the windows on the down fall through.
Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode.
That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness and an explode!
As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave.
And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.
This is insane. This is unheard of a president
Behaving like that. Yes, he deserves a prize
It's a great honor to lead a country this size
Be happy, pragmatic and wait if by accident
You will be honored. You are no Dr. M.L. King
The Nobel Peace Prize is about being humble
It is not about acting like a wrestler in the ring
It is not about being a jerk to rumble and crumble
It is about respect, uniting people of different background
It is not about making noise and galloping on the playground
Mother Theresa got a Peace Prize and she deserved it
President Jimmy Carter got one and he earned it
I can go on and on. One never knows. Wait for your turn
Nobody knows about tomorrow. You'll get one in Saturn.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I strolled beneath a barren wood,
feeling maligned, misunderstood.
Late night attempts at cloning sheep
bore little else but lack of sleep.
My research grant had been denied,
so I, exhausted, bleary-eyed,
set out on foot to clear the mind,
to leave unfinished work behind.
I heard a scream from up ahead,
looked up and saw some steps that led
to a small cottage on the hill
whence that shriek came, so sharp and shrill.
Then, walking through the open door,
a feeling I'd been here before
soon filled me with a sense of dread,
a primal urge to bolt instead.
The light had gone from gloam to gloom,
the darkness, heavy, in the room.
Descending stairs, unknown below,
footprints gave off a creepy glow.
The tanks I saw gave me the sweats,
for there, familiar silhouettes:
suspended in that gelatin
were newly forming skeletons.
Enshrouded in the finest mesh,
they grew translucent, living flesh.
A figure fiddled with the tank,
and as he turned, my heart stopped, sank...
The harshest trick for Halloween:
for he was I, in ghastly sheen.
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for the Halloween Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 10/25/22
You and I, we together, rose above
And then with a crashing, we together fell
You showed me unconditional love
But now I live in pure hell
You took the time to make me see
And you widened my blind eyes
So that I could believe that someone could really truly love me
Family, friends, and God now put up with my cries
I'm left here to live my life without you
But do you really think you can just wish me away
I'm still in love with you, I and know you feel the same about me too
Can't keep those feelings pushed down, they have no where to go because they refuse to
stray
One day you will come to find
My memory you just can't leave behind
And that love, true love, is not just how you make it, and it don't have to be blind
Open your heart and eyes, it's still me right there in the back of your mind
It's my voice that will forever haunt you in your dreams and reality
You will never be able to get away from the sounds of a woman that intensely loves only you
Time has seemed to have cast a spell over you, break it, break out of your fantasy
Once you clearly see it again, you will know what to do
Yes you and I, we together, did rise
And then with a crashing we did fall
Honest unconditional love is never in disguise
We can still have each other again, forever we can still have it all