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you followed closely behind me
out the corner of my eyes
I could only see your shadow looming
I clutched my books closer to my vest
losing a button at the light dashing
through the alley the sign read kennedy
my heart panting my penny loafer's
splashed about tainted oil spills
from auto mechanics mesh
dantily I walked backwards
backing into the irish stone building
reeking of fear I let out an infamous
sigh catering to my path
looking over my shoulder glancing
through my dark rimmed glasses
dropping my pencil I scurried off
in spite your awkward gestures
to take a peek at my drawings
suddenly i remembered you
when my pedal broke
while riding my mongoose
from thee oxford exchange
settling inside the soft nook
of pastel fabrics from Pakistan
anxious I was eagar to make it home
away from your froward eyes
wondering what could you want
dropping my notebook just in time
for a fire drill at st Theresa
school of arts dazzled I was
when father arrived holding
his lantern exposing your
dark expression so cleaverly
portrayed your blackness in snow
finally revealing the face of a crow
what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say?
would you get on your knees and for them pray?
what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?
throughout the history of mankind
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus
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.
"The melodies of Life"
Melodies that excite an old Tymer to think he is still in his prime! Perhaps he is as old as he desires to feel? I have no idea but these melodies are remedies like broken codes to a connection with no Earth!
Music lets me write stories Mother Theresa would have wanted to tell , perfect fairy tales that inspire life so each and everyone can sparkle. Rihanna was right , we are indeed Diamonds and we shine bright! My Radio silents tornadoes trapped within.
I groove , l move , l choose not to lose ! I am a brick! Tougher than the nails and hummer of negativity , the Voice of Sia or Adele heals the headaches of next week's exam , dad 's excessive drinking , Jason's inner demons ....the guitar of sweet Tropical Blues like Santana meets Elvis , Rock feeds my agression l am ready to face the devil and say l , l will not stop ! These melodies bring rain on a dry day.
Music is my life!
Line of Enquiry
“Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free” Unseeking Seeker
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Diverse ways are tried to attain the sky,
Some chant the Holy Names hours after hours,
With heart filled with milk of love for the High,
Gifting incense, offerings and flowers.
Some try to reach heavens through open doors,
Treading the halls of stone where candles glow,
Kneeling in respect upon the cold floor,
To receive the words that learned voices know.
Some seek the divine far from halls of stone,
Not in the thunder of a holy sound,
But strolling amidst nature they have known,
In the gentle grace rising from the ground.
Some seek light in kindness and compassion,
Lending a helping hand to those in need,
Elevating deprived souls, their passion,
As saintly Mother Theresa, indeed.
Others, like sages, seek sparks in woods wild,
At the feet of trees that reach for the sky,
Pondering for years and years in exile
And catch glimpse of truth in airwaves that fly.
Still, others sit in rooms of quiet grey,
Silence holding a mirror to the soul,
And let the busy world just drift away,
Waiting until the broken parts are whole.
They search the inner self for sacred signs,
A gentle mercy, flowing like a stream,
And feel a thread that links with the divine,
As they lie in quietude of a dream.
Oft they eye an inner light shining bright,
That leads them to their divine destiny,
Guiding them to the path that`s ever bright,
At the sparkling edge of infinity.
There is no single path to trace the way,
The light is fractured like in a prism glass,
It finds the seeker at the end of day
And brushes through the blades of meadow grass.
So, let`s look in the mirror of our gaze,
Or heed the hum inside the inner deep,
For God is found in many hidden ways,
In what we sow and what we strive to keep.
Let us keep God`s search simple and subtle,
In line with ways that fit our inner self.
Aligned with means that meet our own mettle,
To quench the thirst for evolving ourselves.
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” Mother Theresa
Helping other people is the best gift you can give to our God,
You don’t have to be rich to show how much you care for them,
All you have to do is help them in your own simple way,
Be a blessing by giving them hope in times of troubles everyday
A simple act of kindness is enough to lighten their days,
Especially to those who are down and faced many trials,
Be there when the claws of life attack their precious life
Feeling of contentment and happiness will filled your heart
“Not all of us can do great things,
But we can do small things with great love.”
Give your precious time with the less fortunate,
The power is in your hands to make difference.
for Giorgio's Impress Mw With Small Poems III Contest
Motif: Spiritual
Maria Paz Samelo
Heaven could be like an infinite holiday
Without grief and the burden of war.
Without physical or emotional pain.
A family reunion every day.
Bathed in the purest light.
Manna nibbled from crystal plates.
Heaven could be like a tide pool.
A place where cracked limbs grow back.
Where hearts are gently put back into place.
Where children play on trampoline dreams.
Where everything is glazed in the spirit-Godspeed.
Heaven could be where secrets of being are revealed.
Where peace is accepted naturally.
Where sin is gleaned, rendering the soul pristine.
Heaven could be trimmed in cherub knickknacks.
Made from the messiahs' precious hands.
Heaven could be a place where you finally meet,
Leonardo -Vincent- Mother Theresa or Martin Luther King.
Heaven could be just a melting film reel, in an L.S.D dream.
Man-woven from the matter of everything and nothing.
Six-Word Couplet Series
Lie spy
Innocent victim dies
Novichock poisoner lies
No deal Brexit
Has Theresa May
Had her day?
Donald Trump
He’s a deadbeat -
Read daily tweet!
Is he really the President
Donald is reckless
Ruthless and feckless
Pure indulgence
I devour candy
Whilst drinking brandy
Burning from both ends
Oops, I forgot
chillies are hot!
Vasectomy Clinic Appointment
Undoes his zip –
Time for snip!
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Six-Word Couplet Series Contest
9/22/18
Sovrinty’s a grand ole gent,
But sovrinty don’t pay the rent.
I got six kids’ moufs to feed.
Sqeezin’ stones don’t make ‘em bleed.
Theresa gal sure went and blew it,
But oo blimmin’ else is there to ’ do it?
Oo else is there to clear the fog?
Wot’s your take, mate? That toff, Reese-Mogg?
Oo ever duzzit, do it fast!
‘ow long’s this Brexit lark to last?
A glossary of terms for the protection and benefit of young learners of English
soverinty - sovereignty
don’t (third person singular present tense - doesn’t
ole – old
gent - gentleman
maufs – mouths
squeezin’, goin’, - -ing
‘em – them
gal – girl
oo - who
blimmin’ - expletive filling word like bloody, damn, etc.
toff - a sometimes derisive term for member of the upper class from a non-member of that class's point of view
duzzit - does it
‘ow - how
The sun is hot and hard to bear
All out of options – nobody cares
You're looking for an accomplice in your greed
So who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
You tasted too much and left things empty
From the quart of rum to the horn of plenty
See where this kind of gluttony can lead?
Now who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
We're a colony unto ourselves
Castoffs, expats, infidels
We're the black sheep – even Mother Theresa agreed
She never once came to the aid
Of a leper in need
Waitin' on a sign
Waitin' to be freed
A stitch in time
Might save nine
But it ain't never saved
No leper in greed
Some righteous people help the poor
They live their guilt right to the core
But as for me, well that just ain't my speed
I never done one wrong thing
To any leper in need
In some Third World nation, far from here
They're exorcising the demons we fear
The missionaries come with their Apostles' Creed
Small consolation for us lepers in need
Waitin' on a line
For a conscience to read
It's bad-faith time
For the body and the wine
Dead grapes on the vine
And a leper in need
So wrap us in tents and hide us away
A quarantine ward on visiting day
Come take a look, but don't touch us
Or we'll bleed
The world's an open sore for a leper in need
I'll trade my sore for yours –
Yeah I'm leper in need