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When it comes to sport
Memory is notoriously short
Tennis great Jimmy Connors was 'the brat' when teen-aged
By his late thirties, his star ascended, he was all the rage
His rival, John McEnroe, young and precocious
Had a temper to match -- fiery, ferocious
Now a network analyst, admired and respected
From his mouth only 'pearls of wisdom' are projected
Then there's Tiger, the mighty golfer, Tiger Woods
Who cheated on his lovely wife every way a man could
Disgraced and discredited, he landed in jail
His name and his game gone, no wind in his sail
Yet here we are, a few years later, in 2018
Seeing Tiger's face every day on our TV screens
Playing golf again with panache and verve
Millions wildly cheering his muscular curves
What is it here that should really irk-us?
We forget these guys are nothing but jerks
Every day seems to stop and start
With shapes and colors and God-given art
Yet I only exist within the warmth of your gaze
But for a moment to then disappear in the haze.
So I go amidst the multitudes and the commotion
I go there and witness the grand seduction
I'm but a remnant who's been ripped open
Undone, broken, remolded and woken.
Behold my muse of milk and honey
And her siamese twin who struggles within
Behold the patrons that show and tell
And all you artists that live under her spell.
O tiger tiger I now feel somewhat ill at ease
I'm stricken by some kind of strange disease
I ponder the chain that shackles my brain
And the mighty spears that brings her to tears.
Behold my muse of milk and honey
and her twin who lives for silk and money
It's gloom and doom and flowers for tomorrow
Lilies for her bedroom and roses for her sorrow.
Someone help me
Listen to my plea I beg you
Four walls surround me
I’m imprisoned in a padded cell
Locked up for 24 hours a day
Like a caged tiger in a zoo
I crave daylight
I don’t know if I will ever see my children again
Death would be a viable option …
This is no life; I am like the living dead
I didn’t commit any crime
I shouldn’t be here - a miscarriage of justice
Misidentified by a photo fit image
Whilst the real killer
That evil swine still lurks out there
He must be laughing at my misfortune
Yet he is free to breathe fresh air
To see the sun, feel the wind on his face
Yet I sit alone in isolation, in squalor
Bars on the tiny window, in the door an iron grille
I live in purgatory forevermore
Whilst my twin brother walks free
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The Burning
It was seven days and seven nights
Or there abouts, I was not so sure
Life was shrouded in the darkness not at all pure
I lost track of dawn, of dusk, of realities fight
To keep me conscious
To keep me right
Comatose, delirious, unmoving slumber
In this dream like state
My desires still existed
Thirsts to be quenched
Passions flared
She was seductively dressed
I, with the eye of a tiger
Wishing to devour her being
To be with her, in her, be her
To taste her very soul
I smelled her nectars inviting scent
The bed sheets become drenched in sweat
The heat of the night ensconced me
A thousand candles and yet one more burned
The heat of passion mixed with the heat of the night
Flames rose from the desires within and without
My subconscious has played evil tricks and fooled me again
Lighting the candles that shall bring me to the beyond
The sheets became brimstone, the fire engulfed me
My mind in hazy confusion smelled roast flock of some sort
A meal after the passions was a succulent dessert
I became dizzy with the lust and the love intermixed
Somehow I am sleepy, dreamy, so very tired
The heat blankets me and I feel a strange foreboding
The reaper is grinning, staring down on my face
I try to wake, but I haven’t the wherewithal
I feel the burning
Painful for but a moment as the smokey flames take me
For one last dance
Burning, burning, searing heat
Blackened and burnt
Dreams
No more
Sunday, at 24 minutes past midnight, firetrucks arrived at an apartment in Dublin, Ireland 24 O’Connell street, and above Murrays pub, a lone tenant was found burnt to a crisp, apparently by a fire cause by candles, the remains have not been identified, and the building is a total loss.
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The sign on the cage read "CAUTION"
I thought, "hmmm..
"wonder who that belongs too?"
The receptionist seemed a bit cool
almost standoffish.
I paid the bill and asked
"so where's my kitty?"
She pointed at the caution cage
and said in a growly tone
"OVER THERE."
"The doctor says he'd appreciate it
if you didn't bring "tiger" in again."
It was "tiger's" first (and last) visit.
He was a little ball of orange fur
with A T T I T U D E....
He aged like a jalapeno pepper
growing hot with a little bite.
As my kitty grew
so did the size of the cage
and the size of the CAUTION sign.
He had a few "good" days.
One in 1998, the other in 2005.
I believe he was the reincarnation
of a serial killer.
If there's a heaven for cats
he's probably the bouncer.
John G. Lawless
8/18/2020
Stuff me in dresses all that you want—
the same way you’d put a collar on a wolf, and tighten it like a noose,
then drag it around while it tries to escape: an object for your admiration.
Make the bear dance and the tiger jump through hoops of fire—
their dulled, broken minds don’t know what to do if not your bidding.
And if they decide (even once) to think freely, you give them incentive,
expecting them to be happy in this ‘compromise’ you gave them.
Obviously, the wolf could be a dog if you just raised it like one—
if they’re all so similar, why couldn’t it just act like a dog?
Take it for walks; throw a ball for it to chase; let it sleep in your bed…
One day the ‘dog’ will show its teeth and become a wolf yet again.
Wolves are not dogs, just like bears aren’t meant to dance—
you can dress them up any way that you like; parade them around;
show off your darling prized possession. Oh, what a good little pet.
But only when blood is drawn, do you finally learn your lesson:
deep down the animal will always be an animal; what it truly is.
A wolf is a wolf—it will never be a pet—
and, despite all your wishful thinking, I will never be who you want me to be:
just like the wolf that howls from the jungle with its pack, wild and free,
I do not belong to you. I only belong to me.
Tonight, it's madness to see myself
Deep in your brown and soft eyes
It's like diving into a modest mirror
Where a special joy awaits me like a tiger.
My face dances at the bottom of this strange pond
Where two average fish swim like two pigeons
Shutting back and forth like two lovers under the bridge
It's captivating to look at you with a happy heart.
In the sparkle of your sweet and loving eyes
I see myself beaconed and drowning in a well of humor
Where two young turtles try to escape in vain
Forgetting that they are damned for an uncertain time.
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Used to call that raging beast inside of me
Should I fight or should I back out?
But this is the time that I should get the chance
A test of survival that keeps my passion burning
It’s like you want to chase your dreams even its night
Like craving for prey and want a good fight
I could stumble to death in every single hunt
But I can stand on my feet and still fight to survive
Have the power and guts to face my rivals
I’ll rise and not fall with the wonder in my eyes
So I won’t give up till the last of my breath
Have the glory with me till the end of my life
Lei Strauss
11/19/15
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"Angel Through the Wires"
Are you an Angel?
Speaking
through my words?
You stand by me always,
as I walk roughshod
through this world.
I see your reflection
in my eyes
Mirror Silent
Revolution Image,
but you are not here,
You are in my dreams,
a cameo appearance
every now and again,
a beautiful surprise,
you say,
"Always speak The TRUTH, never tell lies".
You say,
"Hold my HEART
in yours.
Here is the real fire -
ETERNAL DOOR -
GOLDEN CHORD,
it stretches never broken,
always
TRUST
my word,
BELIEVE
it is always there to hold,
although unspoken".
You are singing
me HOME,
I answer your call
returning
to your peaceful
golden world, your
Tender Mooring shores.
Angel
road map on your skin,
you showed me
when I was a mere child
Your mirrors wet with tears,
you were frightened to let go -
You looked right through my windows,
8 years of my soul.
You said,
"Lay with me, for a little while
listen to me breathe",
you whispered in the dark,
so soft and gently.
Safe from blood suckers
under gauze net,
smell of Tiger Oil
and Frangipani,
in the Summer
of our impending loss and
your heart wrenching regret.
You and I,
we went for a little sleep
for a little while,
you fell first,
while I listened
to you breathe and
my eyelids dropped
with childish fears,
we both lay together
dreaming
dreams so still
We went to sleep
for but a little while
I met you in my dreams.
You delivered to me
all your stories
all throughout the little while
all throughout the years.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2 March 2018)
for K. & M. with ALL my LOVE.
for G. with ALL my LOVE.
for my mother with ALL my LOVE.
for my father with ALL my LOVE.
Easter 2018
John 15:12-13
(STORY: John 15 (NIV) "The Vine and the Branches")
for the One who died on the cross for ALL of us,
with ALL my LOVE.
should be sleepin it's 3 in the morning
Don't get mad that I'm up I have my reasons
Quitin on life not wanting to roll the dice
Dang guess that not a choice I've seen your face
Was on thin ice thinkin it be better if I die
But now your in my life I don't wanna die
Your smile makes me high
Thanks for making my life bright
Flyin when we're signin
Your my partner in crime no lie
When I'm facing a tiger or lion
your my Dwayne the rock johnson
Maybe a young Mike Tyson
Though highs and lows
You must be a friendly ghost
You notice when I'm down or something wrong
But you always manage to kill the frown
Thanks for being there
Always in my heart I'll hold you there
Ninja Turtle with you I see no fear
Know I love you my guy bestie
I'll kill for u if Necessary
Ninja Turtle thanks for being there and making me survive