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A donkey ambled and rambled whilst the question loitering in corridor of this love alliance’s mind was whatever happened to that newspaper and its sponsor that shortlisted the story or the enterprising outsider who showcased the play.
This promoter had links to the neighbouring cityscape then disappeared to where?
Never to return?
Over the years Nigel and Nigella scrimped and scraped on casual work in nondescript schools, shops whose patrons a mere passerby and side of the road skeletal businesses.
They lived on a discount store though often dreamed about a more opulent lucrative lifestyle but it amazingly kept eluding them.
“Nigel I love it when you sigh.
At this time in our lives it is worth venerating the tapestry of it all.”
Nigella with tears welling up in tandem a burst dam release then a surreal quivering smile.
Nigel always likened his partner’s eyes to an intrusive piercing mirror, an unrelenting ubiquitous focussed lens from her which had this prolific capacity to skim and skirt both Nigel’s life which might seem dreary but had covert, concealed, clandestine little plays in effervescence about what was an existence that got more sparse with time, a shrinking hullabaloo that was surreptitious, hush-hush
At times when the night glows so dark
And dawning too rises clouding the arc
Be the street lamp ceaselessly bright
Be the candle with halo of angelic light
When travails of life flood teary eyes
And forlorn hearts pulse in sullen cries
Be the echo of solace from hills divine
Be the hymn of grace tolling in shrine
Where guns of war embroil, stilling time
And lives struggle on impassable climb
Be not the one among callously supine
Be not voice of unsung to meekly resign
Hear homeless-bawl on troubled streets
Feel the discordant wail of hunger beats
Be the day that glistens hope of sunshine
Burn brightly the flame of love genuine
Be a mighty pillar to plight of the weak
Be a luminant purveyor on blight bleak
Be the omnipresent twinkle of stellar sign
Be the eternal glory of ubiquitous shine
April 14, 2021
Writing prompt-shine-poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
How many can we count?
How many would we permute?
From our cradle to our departure,
From our infancy to our retiring days.
They're ubiquitous,
Hidden in secret places,
Cloaked in our chambers,
Those of the gone days,
Those of the departed.
Some are immortalized,
Archived for the unborn,
Some are recalcitrant to leave the stage,
They're hologramed in the mind,
Some are like the sun,
They rise after a sinking spell.
They are patterned on the sands of time,
Some are covered by the wind and clime,
Dawn heralds our footprints,
It calls us back from our dream state.
March 8, 2023.
This is absolutely out of this universe
That a consummate kleptomaniac thinks
That he has the right to steal any ranks
Any rings, any votes, anybody in the hearse
This is scurrilously crazy to try steal
To commit murder on 5th. Ave. at midday
What kind of world is that? Doomsday
Must be around the corner, at the heal
Of the hills. A consummate kleptomaniac
Thinks that he can get away with murder
Any year, any month, any day, and any hour
Doesn't he think that God is constantly watching?
God is ubiquitous like the loitering air in the streets
God is listening carefully and writing the minutes
There's a time for the geese, a time for anything
There's a time for the pathological liar to get caught
Like a greedy whale, to be prosecuted after being cut
Profoundly by the sharp Shrapnel shell under the fence
A consummate kleptomaniac is bad news. His defense
Is no longer appropriate or strong. He is going under
Because nobody is above the law. Nobody can alter
God's final gavel. God is the sole Supreme at the altar.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Sewers possess a beauty all their own
belching gas, you can hear them hiss and groan.
A maze that stretches for hundreds of miles:
they remove our stench and leave us with smiles.
Such an efficient waste removal tube:
if you don’t admire their worth, you're a rube.
They're the bowels of a modern city:
not to acknowledge them is a pity.
Interconnected pipes flush out each house
and provide homes for a rat, or a mouse.
A marvel of septic engineering:
they spread good health without interfering.
Thanks to manholes and ubiquitous drains,
our paved streets are not flooded when it rains.
Sewer systems are an essential tool
to remove liquid waste and smelly stool.
Try to imagine life without this web
of underground rivers that flow and ebb.
They outpace a highly prized thoroughbred
and the trick is, they're gravity fed.
The Inevitable Elements
No prestidigitation, clairvoyance, or incredulous miracle
Can stave off that which is inevitable
Encumbrances of the day with vicissitude in decay
Pray on dramatic soliloquy born to die
We praise element 117 ununseptium discovered today. (Fact)
Like a chimerical era gone by, which seems almost sui genres
Yet not so unique in the comical sense of life and meaning
Encumbrances of discovery of the day seem mundane in the light of day
Colloquial to some not in or of that disposed nature
To understand that which is and is not the truth
The periodic table grows in numbers
We forge on in the dark of days
And pray that the inevitable stays in play
As ubiquitous and sane as ever
A story having origins in Greek Mythology
dealt with a mortal woman having curiosity.
To avenge Prometheus for his wrongful theft of fire,
the gods sent a strange box for Pandora to acquire.
The box displayed instructions not to open it at all;
but she ignored the words, and it led to mankind’s downfall!
Burgeoning nuclear arsenals of many nations
present a myriad of possible situations.
If used impetuously by belligerent factions,
terrible scenarios would result from their actions.
Wantonly deployed without the use of circumspection,
employment of weapons out of mutual aggression,
it would propel us into serious retrogression.
The chain reaction begins with just one detonation.
Consequences would result in global devastation.
A serious setback for modern civilization!
Chaos will permeate our worldwide living arrangement;
everything we know in insurmountable derangement.
By suppressing nearly every amenity for all,
our society would appear being ephemeral.
Seeing the aftermath would be overwhelming for me;
ubiquitous destruction following a World War Three.
I would be thinking to myself while viewing the huge loss:
Did our Great Lord and Savior die for nothing on the cross?
Be careful not to open another “Pandora’s Box“.
Because the weapons of World War four will be sticks and rocks.
As the rise and shine of AI becomes ubiquitous
It’s ever harder to discern.
What’s easier to discern
Is what it’s not and what it lacks.
Of course it has no soul and never will
Which makes it primed to
Mechanical sociopathy.
But what it lacks besides a soul
Is the ability to judge in an instant
Discerning what it likes or doesn’t,
What is true or not.
It lacks humor too, which is part of judgement,
And along with that original thought
The true genius level ability to create.
AI after all, is designed to serve,
To answer and to please,
While genius requires the willingness
To disturb.
Will AI morph into something unforeseen?
Quite likely but never into a soul
With intuitive discernment and a taste for the absurd.
(9/6/26)
They say “You are only as strong
as the person standing beside you.”
There have been times when that thought…
frightened me, for the person standing
beside me……..was……..well……
let’s just say….. I didn’t choose to stand
beside them.
Perhaps it was a strange twist of fate,
you know…..a karmic curve ball –
and I was supposed to be the strong one.
I have been in rooms full of people,
all standing beside one another,
and thought: “We’re all screwed”,
“look at this collection of inbred inhumanity.”
I now know – sadly – they were thinking
the same thing. No one asked for a show
of hands as to who the “strong” ones were,
no “leader” T-shirts labeled them, no super
hero music played as they entered the room.
They were there – throughout my life –
those ubiquitous stalwarts, friends,
mentors, speed bumps, guideposts,
showing up to stand beside me
even when I didn’t know why they
were there.
I know now – why they were there –
coincidence, chance, providence,
the kindness of a humorous god,
the gift of serendipity, the luck of the draw.
I know now why I was there, why we were there.
We are only as strong as the person standing beside us
and the person standing beside them and the person standing……..
Well, anyway, I’m proud to be counted among this
collection of screwed up, inbred, inhumanity.
It is a pleasure to stand with you all.
John G. Lawless
1/17/2015
My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master calligrapher.
I am amazed at your ability to ink my thoughts onto paper without a single smear, skip or blotch. You fit my hand like we were custom crafted as one, allowing me to gently glide your easy-flow tip over a blank canvas and create literary art.
Oh, my dearest, most reliable pen,
I am enthralled by your ability to interpret my scribbled thoughts into meaningful, coherent sentences. You are my inspiration, confidant, and protagonist; I would be lost without your profound influence and companionship.
You have established an almost intimate psychic connection with my muse, and together, we three create poetry. I love the feel of you in my hand; you give me the confidence to explore fantasy while at the same time anchoring me to reality.
My most beloved, exquisite pen,
the mere thought of holding you sends shivers down my spine, for I know you are eager to take me to faraway places we've never been as we explore the deceptions and truths of humanity. You come from a proud line of writing instruments, including cuneiform sticks, quills, and fountain pens, to the ubiquitous ballpoint pens of today. May your ink never dry up, and your contribution to literary works be recognized and appreciated, for you deserve no less.
(Ode)
03/03/2023
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser