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Author Dana Redricks
November 22, 2019
In a blink of an eye my life
begin to change
The clouds seem to hover
above like a thick blanket
Lightning flashing
Thunder roaring as depression
tries to consume my soul
As I float on the turbulent
seas I look and from a distance
and see shadowy figure
coming towards me
as it gets closer I can plainly
see it is Jesus shining in
all his glory approaching me
He motions for me to come
to him, my fears begin to subside
and I step out on faith but
as long as kept my eyes
on Jesus, I stayed afloat
Then I began see the storm
and the troubles of this life
all around me and begin to sink
My Lord asked me why
did I doubt he said was it because
you thought I would not believe I
would you out
It is my faith in Jesus that keeps
me anchored and my soul at peace
Fear will keep us sinking but
faith will help us to stand
and place our feet on solid ground
Overshadowed by the green canopy of trees,
My heart finds its peace amid the singing of birds...
The cuckoo calls out to me shrilly,
I raise my head and look her in the eye,
She acknowledges my presence with a nod,
barely imperceptible, yet beckoning me nearer,
She bellows out an unforgettable tune
and I am transported back in time
To another place... within a man's dancing arms,
whirling and twirling and swirling around, laughing...
The song ends and I see her fluttering away,
farther away from me and my memory,
I lock it in my heart and wave my hands,
a final goodbye to a beautiful songbird,
The shadows are longer now,
sunshine long gone,
I walk back to my home,
alone,
yet, satisfied,
a walk in the woods has always been effective,
My turbulent mind is soothed...
for now...
10.25.2021
Unrhymed couplet - 12 syllables and
Unrhymed imagery of 8 lines and
Free verse
For Constance La France's "Let's mix it up" contest
Absolutely, this avoidable chaos
Is driving everybody very uncomfortable
Police rhymes with Minneapolis
But Ice does not rhyme with peace
Ice rhymes instead with lice
Ices rhymes with mice
And Ice rhymes with price
The insanity that is seeing at the table.
Ice rhymes with vice
Ice rhymes with skice
And Ice rhymes with Alcatraz
These yikes are causing an impasse
Which creates an awful mess
And an unnecessary chaos
In every street in many cities
Especially in Minneapolis.
I have been to Minneapolis
At the time, there was no trash, no snow and no ice
Many years ago, I also visited the Twin Cities
The people were nice and courteous
These days, there’s a mayhem every second in their streets
People are throwing heavy duty profanities
Such mother flowers in the face of the bad police officers
And the paramilitary bullies
Who act like judges, henchmen and offenders.
Gangsters like tigers are roaming the streets
Democracy is comatose and cruelty is working the beats
America has not seen so much atrocities
Since the turbulent sixties
When rightfully so, the often victimized minorities
Were fighting for equal rights and better opportunities
Ice rhymes with chaos, not peace
And ice rhymes with vice, not justice.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the victims of all types of violence
And injustice.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Time stopped for them on the serene sea shore,
pair of parallel footprints engraved the eternity
on the serenading sands that listened patiently
the rolling waves’ moist whisper of marine love,
conveyed to two hearts entwined by the glow
of twilight gleam reflected from sensuous sea,
her eyes sparkled in the beam of the lighthouse,
when the starless sky slided on surface of sea.
The light of her eyes went out one dark night,
the wrecked mariner set out to the high sea
on a voyage of solace riding the swells of tear,
the new sun didn’t rise on the receding horizon.
In endless night of tempest the fallen sad sky
drowned the dark moon and the debris of stars,
the surging wind carried the shards broken voice,
the craving call of the silent shore she deserted.
The beacon flickered like a candle in the wind,
he saw the glint of her eyes when they closed,
but the lingered rays of guiding light travelled
through the turbulent wake of floating memory.
The mariner returned with the tormented heart
on the crest of waves breaking on lonely shore,
traced her faded footprints to the lighthouse.
Written : December 22, 2018
June 2, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 2
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Inside my house – inside myself
Hushed in the reckoning of my living
I drift in streams that have taken me here.
As I contemplate my age, my years,
Now belied by restful wisdom
I am complete and unalterable.
I have come to my final destination, my end.
My mouth is agape in the sullen silence of remembrance.
My hair, a turbulent gray, draped like ghostly storm clouds-
A torrent flooded by a life that tested my courage and strength.
My skin slumping with the weight and furrows like rivulets
Of weary responsibilities now embedded
Awaken me to the toil of pain and endurance.
My eyes weakened from flooding visions-
Monuments of life, death and love
Retreat into a myriad of sentiments.
I now reside with gratitude and humility of the meek and mild,
As I translate my time on earth as mere footsteps before my grave.
My pride is diminished by years of compassion,
For all trials I have faced and challenges I have met-
I stayed in the stream.
I flowed within a hurricane of waters that surged mercilessly
Along the divide of faith and love.
Now I am enraptured in the subtle estuary of love remembered
Where joy triumphs and promises become the virtue of living.
My moments fly overhead like rare birds in forgiving skies
Beyond oceans of turmoil they find their place of sanctuary
Where the islands of contentment greet them
As they wistfully land to take sanctuary in my heart.
September 23, 2021
Islands In The Stream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
When the turbulent times demolished my space
I built a fort to protect the inner sanctum,
created a captive cocoon of imposed isolation,
turned into a lone prisoner of my making.
When time came to travel to the sunset skyline
that defined the moments to be protected within
with the design of emotional epitome,
I was caught in the dichotomy of confusion,
whether to break the rampart or stay secluded within.
Hearing then the soliloquies of the soul
I broke the bastion of time’s siege
to travel to the citadel of your passion.
Before I walked the last mile
through the sequins of moonbeam
that knew the way to your heart,
I reached the shore of the sea of ecstasy
where counting the ebullient waves
I built the castle of quartz for you and me
to live in the fragility of dream.
I watch my verdant eyes envious as the botanicals blossom in a sandstone sunrise glow,
I am a forlorn figure wandering in my fog of fears,
I cannot omit my icy turbulent tears,
Our short saga of passion much like the snow keeps me on the slippery slopes of sorrow,
Unlike the spring my heart is wary of healing,
I have tried to evolve like my kin as their colours modify with the sky,
But my reckless resilience sits saturated in puddles of pity,
I am perpetually a grey shadow lost in winter's chill,
I sometimes ask the cotton candy clouds to glimmer their cedar joy upon my perils,
Their intellectual gapes tell me I must find my internal self-love to glide with other stems again,
I know you're the perilous storm I sowed, but I desire to leave behind our wilting tale.
I wish to burn these bitter beads of pain, yet like the summer rain, I’m struggling to allow a fluorescent rainbow to shine its rays of hope.
Instead, I wallow in the equinox between light and dark,
I fill my petals with pesticides because they resemble you, I wait patiently for this period of despair to depart, as no emotion can linger eternally.
In the eye of life's turbulent storm,
I pause to express my heartfelt form
Of gratitude to those who brought a smile,
And lit the darkness with their gentle guile.
To those who gave, who shared, who showed the way,
I say thank you, may your kindness come what may.
To those who offered jobs, and opportunities to grow,
I thank you for your faith, and for helping others to know.
To those who provided sustenance, and nourished my soul,
I thank you for your kindness, and for making me whole.
To those with good intentions, though circumstances did impede,
I thank you still, for your heart was in the right deed.
But to those who brought pain, and caused others to stray,
I ask, why not mend your ways, and start anew today?
To those who forgave, and showed compassion's gentle face,
I thank you for your kindness, and for filling a sacred space.
To those who stood by me, through life's joys and its fears,
I thank you for your presence, and for wiping away my tears.
So let us not be dismayed by what we've left undone,
For the last minutes of the year may yet bring a brighter sun.
His soul weeps
while it's held in the arms of shadows
they cry too
feeling the teardrops of innocence
form a dark reflecting pool of pain
that lingers as a suffocating memory
burned into his soul
When a Father's cold angry hateful hand
held a razor strap and struck his flesh
young flesh, a child's flesh
as he laid balled up on a torn floor of linoleum
pain unmeasurable...trust lost forever
No way to comprehend what was stolen
from a young soul
never to return...never given back
His soul weeps
for the turbulent years of broken emotions
never trusting, never committing...to love
finding love empty
cursing the black-heart that laid his skin bare
to leave a hole in his soul no one could fill
His soul weeps
for the cruel memory
of a child crawling across a barren floor
spilling tears, trying to get away from the pain
leaving a trail of stains
His soul weeps
and will
until the shadows let his hands slowly fall
to leave him finally at peace
upon his final breath
Soulful...expressing or appearing to express a deep and often sorrowful feeling
10/30/21
contest " S " New Poems " Soulful "
sponsor Constance La France
So powerful yet so vulnerable
So mighty but so weak
A life of grandeur and dominance
embodied with greed and abundance
is drawing to a close by its own arrogance
I could see everything from all angle
All wrapped up within one giant circle
Connecting the bold dots on the external triangle
This morning I sat on the big fearless rock
Watching the silent river flowing in the deep
For a while everything was dead silent
And I could hear my own breath and my heart throbbing
The trees were silent too and there wasn't a touch of breeze
It felt like a big ceremony was happening way out in the deep
Water flowed peacefully under the old bridge
and the birds flew to and fro the ridge, murmuring
I could sense that something sad was about to happen
My mother used to tell that silent river runs deep
and the quite ones are usually the most dangerous ones
I sat there staring in the water praying that it will remain calm
But all of a sudden something more powerful than me began
raging in the trees causing a turbulent commotion
And shouting cars start parading up and down the street
The bird thunderous voice kept screaming in the trees
Forcing me to pack up and quickly take my leave
I headed towards the East staring directly into the morning sun
lamenting my discomforts but it had a message for me before the day began
After hearing my case it buried itself under the thick blue sky
The scent of fresh flowers circulated the atmosphere
And I found myself in three different spots picking flowers far and near
They had the same color the same smell and the same truth
The sun came out from under the tempestuous sky
with a ferocious energy that lit up the entire sky
I could literally feel it scorching my face oh what a big disgrace
I lie on the grass in front of the big round pond
watching the sun emitting its woeful verdict
King Nebuchadnezzar has boasted of building the great Babylon
by his own mighty power, for himself and his patrons
But he was driven away from power and lived
with wild animals and eat grass until he was humbled
I got up suddenly and stared at the water in front of me
And saw one duck swimming in big wide pond
Mother duck circled around the pond
swimming up and down and quacking merrily around
Quack
Quack
Quack