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the wonder twins of worship
when it comes to the Lord our God
is praying and playing from the depths of our hearts
to use our instruments to allow
the melody of God to reveal
to use our bodies as living witnesses
to bring forth God's power to heal
for the word of God is the foundation
of the theological message in the song
and the melody will always sit on top of God's words
where it righteously belongs
the raw breath of God does not need our assistance.
it only needs us to apply an unparalleled persistence
yes, preparation is required
when it comes to giving God our best
rehearsals and practice must be approached
with importance and not a mild interest
It's okay to judge the gifts,
just never question those who are anointed
yes, there is great talent
but were they by God assigned and appointed
let your worship be your relationship with God
and let your daily prayer life build a legacy
as we stir up the gifts God gave us
dancing and playing with a dedicated tenacity
so let us prophesize with our instruments
let the movement of dance embody the Holy Spirit,
the twin wonders of worship,
praying and playing with a godly commitment
(Real Story)
It has been a dolorous and dreadful day
When my heart into shattered shards smashed
Knowing my sister was diagnosed with a tumor
Growing unnoticed n' unaddressed within her head
That gave her intense and instant headaches
Ascribing the symptoms to migraine
Which she was having for long
Painkillers and medicines were taken.
But her unease grew deadlier than before
Reaching a point she could no longer endure.
It was then an MRI was taken
And the tumor was surgically removed.
Now I stay with fingers crossed
To get a comforting pathology report
With hopes in my heaving heart,
Prayers in my trembling lips
And my eyes raised to Almighty God.
Will a happy news fall in my ears soon?
So, my deep dread will give way to hope
My pain, without delay, shall usher in joy
And the darkness blinding me will open to light.
Ever and anon, through smiles and giggles,
Through every twist and turn of life,
We were together like a pair of tweeny twins,
Prodding and prompting each other to move ahead.
All I want to hear is, it’s Meningioma, benign
Not likely to spread or cause serious harm
Her dear ones stay with fingers crossed
That a happy news, like the early beams of light
Shall filter through the thin curtain of their hearts,
Dispelling the hovering gloom and grief away.
She keeps wasting strength, rattling her cage.
Begging to be freed, immured for her age,
first sign of nubile growth- they all want a ‘piece’,
gorging on her oppressed spirit; calling it a tease.
None see the child locked within her form.
A woman from the day she ‘bleeds’. Such is the norm!
Forced now to enshroud all her slow-swelling bits,
jeered if she stands too straight, judged if she sits.
Her rights and choices are twins locked in cells.
Hushed if she laughs too loud, horse-whipped if she yells,
the year-older brother is left loose to grow,
unrestrained he plays while she gets a ‘No!’
Young minds do wander, she finds catharsis in love.
She bunks school in secret to 'make out' in the grove,
he is young too and breaks the pact, talks to a friend,
who promptly tells all to get in on the trend!
Her plight is prude gossip, the school calls her kin.
Bad grades and reticence are blamed on her 'sin',
the boy gets a knuckle rap and is asked to behave,
he nods leaving her alone to mope in her cave.
She is beaten until all the brown turns blue.
Her story is an anecdote, a warning, a clue,
she’s worse than before from losing her pals-
whose folks have told them to steer clear of 'bad gals'.
She scrapes through school with her average grades.
Reduced to shabby clothes and well-oiled braids,
she sticks to the schedule, keeps her head up,
pinning hopes on a job to pick her out of this sup.
Near-tasting liberation she hollers in joy.
Alas! She can’t take the job they have found her a boy,
maybe he would set her free if she says 'yes' to this,
they don’t want her anymore; she’d at least be his.
He spins tales of love to get her in bed.
She's not wise yet to see through his head,
his doll in ‘fancy’ clothes- she sates his lust,
colored lips can’t coat brains corroding from rust.
He’s signed the lease! They own a house!
She smiles and slowly unzips her blouse,
stuck feeding their child, she has not a life,
he sees ‘apathy’ and wages war on the wife.
Older from enduring, she doesn’t earn yet pays.
‘Your brother has moved out. It’s been ten days!’,
she waits in bated breath for her 'gilded' locks to turn,
there’s no freedom for compliant girls- will she ever learn!
For half her life, she has been taught to 'shut up and listen’,
now she forces the bars open, to raise her girl like a son.
she is scrubbing the very skin off my back
I think to myself as I brace my hands
against the sides of the pot belly tub
my mother always had such strong firm hands
I steady myself from the force of her strokes
she is in a hurry for there is still much to be done
still rocking back and forth… timed as in a rhythm
wondering if I will have skin left on my bones
after this is over
quick commands and quicker response no time
for nonsense
Gosh! my skin is red... and sore...
then… she rinse me off and cradles me
in a towel...
smiling without a smile… a thinking face but
pleasant I can’t take my eyes of her
she carries me into the bedroom where she plops
me down on the bed and I giggle with glee... my sister is
already there.… I can relax now… the hard part is over
Here comes the rub-down, not an inch is missed... powder
comes next and bright white undies and lacy slip and
ruffled socks… we were always dressed to match
people always mistook us for twins
she holds my face in her two hands and plants a kiss on my
forehead.… a kiss of approval and satisfaction
"stay on the bed," she says... "do not get dirty before we
have to go".....
We are going to visit grandmother and our favorite
grandfather number one…
one of the best memories of mother when she was
still mother
if we remember them with loving fondness...
they will get wings....
Block this, block that
Black this, black that
I am sick and tired
Of seeing the hatred
And the obvious prejudices
Destroying countries, counties
Districts and municipalities
Where biased authorities
And utterly corrupt and ornery judges
Rule like lions in the wild jungles.
Black this, black that
Block this, block that
Where nobody wins
And everybody loses
From venomous doses
Of ignorance and intolerance
We are all fraternal twins
With different level of shade and nuance
Oh! Nobody is perfect
And I am daringly correct
Like the angel snoring on the deck.
I have never seen a black country
I have never lived in a black county
Unfortunately nonsense prevails
And common sense is assailed
Oh! I will spare you the details
So you won’t faint, fade, fall and fail
As you lurk, search, muse and chase your tail
Black this, black that
Block this, block that.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
When the rich wage war
Power is intimidating
To the head low
If not his ego
Will rise his shoulder
Higher beyond his
Fears
Then the disabled
Is able to look at
The world and see
Their Shadows in reality
When the rich wage war's
The poor die
Either in silent
Or violence
Shadow speak then
But for who
Is it for the dead
Is it for the fire
Is it for hell
The grave will
Also say a lot
When we are finally
Ready for the war
Of the rich
When the rich wage war
They turn evil
They breath like the
Fuel of hell
They suddenly becomes
The twins to devil
They no longer feel
Cos they taken
Taken away by the
Powers of darkness
How can the blind
See in the dark
In this state of the mind
Confusion Is equal to madness
That why they wage a war
Of no reparation
he won't step down from his position
to allow someone new
to be what he had stride to be
"best and known as best!"
Black Vulcan faced dicrimnation
in the cartoon world
he sought remedy
for solutions of his mistreatment
Superman once told him
" let me do my thang: and you'll get yours"
he never knew he would have to quote
that superman before those whom he wished to impress.
Zan the man of the wonder twins
wanted to date someone new
he asked Black Vulcan his opionion about
bring his freind Solia to the Justice league.
Black Vulcan told him
if the memeber of the Justice League treats your
freind like they treated mine, your in for
a rude awaking.
Zan responded yeah, but my freinds a guy,
I'm digging on Leaning on marrying him.
" a guy!" what you talking bout.
you aint melting no greaseman up in here!"
I don't know why ya'll wanna get srunk-with those husmalos anyway. You do it! said Zan you do it. I know about something you don't want me to know.
Black Vulcan told Zan why he had to
Grack on Jiggy.
He knew about me and Black Manta, he knew. And I found out they told him cause I was black.
they needed away to speak about me and gianata trying to get together
but that bytch aint got people sense much less, black people sensitivty!
Six relatives
shell upon shell of relationships
Each layer has its function
Even hens keeps the family in order
My sister Lina and I
are completely different
only a leaf thin wall
separates the laughter from the tears
She is hypersensitive
but incredibly friendly and caring
Frank my brother is my best friend,
he's dear to talk to
We likes to spend
many hours together every day
A special friendship that lasts a lifetime
Aunt Astrid and Uncle Sigmund
is always to be trusted in thick and thin
although I have barely seen them in five years
Sofie and Silje are twins
and my cousins
Have you ever met
someone who never stops talking
They talk all times,
whether they gets an answer or not
Humorous remarks, they are incredible
Gives everything of itself, own experiences,
personal anecdotes, memories and observations
Lots of bubbles and laughter
Some times I wonder on the coincidences in life
We depend on each other, and we need each other
Although we are completely different
20.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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(fictional poem)
10:27 Post Meridiem
Eastern Standard Time,
Thursday December 21
Location: 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
40.2562° N, 75.4638° W
Sunrise time: 7:31 am?(121°)
Sunset time: 4:46 pm ?(239°)
Day length: 9:14:42.
Mine circadian rhythm pulsates bright
imperceptible increments of daylight
increase fantasy fanciful heavenly flight
as I imagine myself
Icarus fearlessly gaining height
blindly heading into sunbeam light
strongly advised courtesy experts to travel
toward nearest star at night,
nevertheless unbeknownst plight
awaits me should foolhardiness
skew sense and sensibility right
off kilter yours truly blithely soars
reins of waxed wings held tight.
Plus I, a garden variety generic guy
aging long haired pencil neck geek
who presently wonders why,
rare astronomical phenomena
hashtagged great conjunction 2020 doth defy
illusory phenomena whereby,
two largest planets of solar system
about 1095 five days ago
Jupiter and Saturn separated in the sky
amateur astronomer seen
courtesy visible/ naked eye
6 arcminutes at their closest point,
which was the closest separation
between the two planets since 1623.
Inhabitants upon solar systems far and wide
will find Earthlings and aliens alike
their curiosity well supplied
out of world event
sponsored courtesy monopolists.
American Family Insurance
chose home renovation
duo Drew and Jonathan Scott
aka Property Brothers sweat equity
find fixer-uppers and transform them
into dream homes
use state-of-the-art imagery programs
to unveil their plans for how
properties will look after transformation,
but potential home buyers
have to take risk
to make the twins' vision come true,
and it's up to Jonathan and Drew
to convince the couples
purchasing an older home
in need of work is best option.
My sister and I are identical twins.
For years we had no identity, no name.
We were the twins or the Stone Twins or one of the twins.
It was our normal.
But our friends soon realized
Although we have the same face, voice and mannerisms
We are not identical in other ways.
I hate cooking, cleaning, baking and that junk. Carolyn loves it.
Carolyn spends her days sewing, knitting and baking.
I spend my days writing, painting, and drawing cartoons.
We both do keep busy; both type A’s, that is for sure.
We cannot discuss religion or politics, because we love each other.
We cannot choose a shirt we will both wear; we tried this for six hours once.
I want glitz, jazz, eclectic, asymmetrical designs. She wears hearts and stars.
We do have an amazing silent twin laugh that scares people.
It is something I cannot describe. You have to be there,
And you will never forget it.
Carolyn is a sender. She can send a message remotely and I will receive it.
I am a receiver, but not only for Carolyn, but for other people too.
I am an empath, and am quite in tune with my telepathic side.
Carolyn does not believe in that, and thinks when I call it is a coincidence.
One time she said “What took you so long? I wanted you to call all day!”
So I guess she kind of believes in it.
We love each other, and we share the same fundamental ideals.