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“Big”, it is a funny word, it’s loaded with triggers,
And can make you feel every emotion.
If you’re told “Hey, you look big”, you might overthink,
Collapsing in an implosion.
People might say you’ve “big” arms, “big” thighs, or
“big” ears, nose, mouth or “big” eyes.
Not getting that we’re all different, every part of each one of us
Having a different size.
But we feel good if we’re told we have a “big” heart,
That we care when people are in strife.
It implies we give joy, give peace, aid and calm,
Improving how people feel about life.
Also we might view the word “big” as your ambition,
Describing your lifestyle thirst.
You might be proud to have a “big” drive, or “big” hope,
Putting your ambitious intentions first.
You might be “big” on car racing, playing squash, reading books
Or enjoying the camping outdoors.
Or you might be “big” on watching movie marathons of
Harry Potter, The Dark Knight or Star Wars.
So however you feel about the word “big” when listening to others,
Feeling happy, or sad or proud.
Just remember how you say the word “big” to others is loaded,
Say it with love and say it loud.
Grief greets sorrow this sad sad day;
Broken hearts feel the dry March air;
A taut hollow now comes our way;
A certain chill brings death to bear.
In the last light when sleep brought rest,
Your soul found ease in silence grim;
We mourn your flight to yonder quest;
So Rest In Peace with your sweet dreams.
We want to say how proud we are
That you were here to help us grow;
It's true to say you were our star;
You loved us dear in selfless show.
A people's man who served a cause;
Your death our loss beyond measure;
Your forged bold plans and stayed our course;
Flowers we toss to one treasured.
Farewell fits feel as we mourn and sigh;
No words can sum the impact here;
Will our hearts heal to bear new highs?
We feel shock numb with loss of cheer.
May your soul rest in higher spheres:
May you find joy in love's embrace;
Fly to a quest as twin flame cheers;
Bear love's employ in ample grace.
Here and there see your face brief;
Teary eyes spy man in the street;
Just everywhere your face floods grief;
Singapore cries as the times greet.
A nation mourns a patriot son,
Father figure who made us feel
Great and well-known in the long run;
Fact now triggers a dirge and will.
Leon Enriquez
25 March 2015
Singapore
Sending out a signal to all involved. We need to set a meeting for the parts that go AWOL. My subconscious has been running me tirelessly, without even thinking of asking consciousness to intervene. My preconscious, must be on an endless unauthorized leave, allowing my sub to lead. So I then am left with an outdated, broken tape recorder replaying only the untruths about me, with no ending seen. It all started the very first moment I swallowed a negative self- thought allowing it to breed, birthing a recording of only the bad in me. Which I to revert to when I am in need. This tape was an enemy, who I allowed to befriend the most precious and delicate parts of me. It was false reassuring messages I would keep on repeat, because I never allowed anything positive for my memory to keep. I didn’t know I had the ability to stop these old lies from ruminating endlessly in my mind. I never believed anything then what I felt on the inside. Sadly that was infected and infested from all the years of being angry, bitter, full of self -resentment and traumatic triggers. I wanted to have a meeting to show my thanks, but to also reclaim my life and insert a new tape. This one will host my preconscious state. I learned my lesson, so I won’t hit record unless the message recorded plays how capable and worthy I am for everything that comes my way. I am strong, I am light, I am blessed to live life. I am love, I feel love, I am alive on the inside. This meeting is complete , hope the message was received, subconscious you no longer need to be the lead. I need you but, you need new programing. Minutes entered, have a great day. Remember think, process then react accordingly.
Nice sum
ho-hum
Figures
triggers
transfer
defer
Strict loan
bemoan
Invest
divest
credit
debit
Tax break
intake
Pay in
smart pin
Pay out
for nowt
Encash
that’s flash
Mortgage
bondage
Wage freeze
on knees
Account
discount
Trader
with flair
Bonus
focus
Crossed cheque
ink fleck
Price hike
dislike
Bank app
just tap
Bankrupt
disrupt
Assets
facets
Bullish
flourish
Bearish
finish
Blue chip
shrewd tip
Savings
cravings
Broker
joker
Launder
flounder
Money
sunny
Offshore
of lore
wealthy
healthy
Lodgement
judgement
Finance
by chance
Stocks crash
mad dash
Target
market
Angel
gainful
hubs thrive
survive
For God's sake, we all make mistakes
We all commit inmumerable errors
Nobody is perfect, everybody is under the sticks
Like the old days in the school of horrors
Where students are mistreated or beat with wires
With sticks, belts, whips, rigoises, batons and fires
Because they burn your skin when you get hit
It is a shame that kids got punished out of hate
Love never hurts, love triggers hope and success
Sometimes, we find ourselves in a mega mess.
We all make mistakes. Let's forgive and forget
Let's continue to move and pay the musty debt
To society. Apologies do not heal old internal
Wounds, but they help soothing the past blows
We all make mistakes. We must not be in denial
However, we must fight for better tomorrows
When we have thick skin, the sky is not the limit
There is a bright light and hope after every defeat.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
This sun-warmed March morning
while slowly stretching
in my sedate senior way,
I wondered how I might blame myself
for religious teachers
forgetting most often
that wealthy minds are also healthy bodies,
living on and in healthy relationships
and sacred communities
reconnecting this organic Earth's
potential integrity.
Who could I blame
for secular science and arts
and health-nutrition teachers
forgetting most often
that healthy bodies are also polyculturally well-fed minds?
Differences between brain and body
are merely mindbody appositional distinctions.
While I can cognitively discern distinction
I cannot intuitively perceive difference
between natural and spiritual
physical and mental relationships
.
Isn't this a reverse corollary
of survival of the physical fittest?
Thrival of the naturally straight
and white male strongest?
Health of the most resonantly connected mindbodies
is also survival of the least dissonant
inside v outside,
like inter-religious WesternYang-face
with EasternYin-grace.
Perhaps it would help
if I stretch just a bit longer,
if we could learn to panentheistically engage together,
dipolar difference AND nondual co-arising distinctions
Yang is with Yin
as organic AnthroMind is within sacred EarthBody
As Left-Dominant verbal distinctions
warmly regard Right-Prominent
nonverbally felt corporal/capital differences
as Universal Salvation missions
invite Unitarian CoRedemptive integrity
As enlightening mental synergy
feeds my empowering physical energy
of and for all integrally spiritual religions
reconnecting natural EarthTribes.
My primal relationship impressions
with dipolar co-arising distress
triggers negative correlational tensions
reconnecting appositional differences,
where two LoseLose not-knots
make one Winning balanced MidWay
healthier rightbody feelings
co-governing
wealthier leftbrain thoughts.
I doubt we could ever finish stretched spiritual discernments
without losing our natural religioning distinctions
this sun-warmed March morning
while slowly sacred stretching
in my sedate senior impressive way.
Russia has indefensible missiles
that can carry a nuclear warhead.
And climate change triggers bells and whistles,
for future predictions look bad, filled with dread.
Kim Jong-un has built a nuclear bomb
threatening to nuke the United States.
And ISIS kills in the name of Islam,
thriving in the shadows of our misstates.
While the free world’s led by President Trump,
allies are insulted and potentates kissed.
And the market's heading into a slump
that's sure to place poverty on this list.
Today’s spicy news bits are food for thought
should these fail to frighten, I’ve got a lot.
(Sonnet)
Jan. 3, 2019
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Who are you to judge me
with those sly selfish eyes-
the same ones that watched your mother die-
before you in your arms-
and while you wept, no one heard,
only you were at fault.
Who are you to judge me
when there's nothing left to judge,
after disintegrating my hope-
my soul-
after you manipulated my heart
while juggling with my ego
Who are you to judge me
when you stand in front of me and spit on my shoes,
jealousy triggers anger,
but despising is a whole new level.
Who are you to judge, tear down and crush
after all these things happened to you.
So really who are you to judge after your own life was destroyed
and blame hits you a bit harder each time,
so who are you to judge when you don't know my name,
you know nothing about me,
yet we really are the same.
Oh! Guitar, what sweet music flows from you!
How your melodic strains, my mind subdue
With the touch of my dexterous fingers
Melody streams, my spirit it triggers
Each chord in thee is fastened very tight
If one's loose, the notes will not be aright
With thy melody, my heart goes upbeat
Sinking too deep, it quickens my heartbeat
As I listen to thy finely tuned sounds
To what great heights, my weary soul rebounds
How you keep me long suspended in time
Making me afloat in halcyon rhyme
Celestial strains, pour in to drown my blue
Oh! Guitar, what sweet music flows from you!
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April.6.2022
Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
Syllables- 10 each in every line
If I don't know the number ringing on my phone
let it ring, let it ring, I would rather be left alone
Too many spam calls come my way
for those folks got nothing to say
Don't want to hear a quick rich scheme anyway
or you need my account numbers to be safe today
I know who I know and my answer for them
stop calling me you will never win
Leave a voice mail, unheard I delete
interest none, won't listen to you speak
On a do not call list swear it triggers more
let my phone ring easy for me to ignore
Why don't the scammers get real jobs
with the time and work they put in to rob
prosperous in a honest life done right
than no need for me to turn my phone off at night.