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Someone is standing out under the street lamp
The lights in the city are turned off, but one
And as I sit watching his actions in pity
I wonder if he's just awaiting the sun?
I wish he would come up and share a cup with me
Until the dawn breaks the shadow of night
Then he could experience friendship in comfort
And know that humanity treated him right.
He's digging through trashcans and scouring the gutter
For change that has fallen from off of the curb
And as he walks slowly he silently mutters
"This isn't the life that I want or deserve."
I can't help but ponder as I watch him and wonder
How he ever got to this place in his life?
Is this a result of society's blunder
Or this their idea of 'treating him right?"
We live in a country…a world…where many of us are wedged
Between what we perceive as good on one side…evil on the other…
With us standing on the edge.
Where our world which should be simple…has become too unstable…to complex.
Where now, living on the edge of evil…we’re not sure what will happen next.
But it’s important to remember on the edge is where many of life’s journeys start
It’s where two people standing on the edge of love…for the first time find their hearts.
When things look their bleakest…when evil seems to reign supreme
remember standing on the edge of darkness is where we begin to dream.
I walk on the edge of night and day every morning
with the birds and rabbits who accompany me…
There on the edge under the moon the clouds and the stars
is where I find my peace and tranquility.
Anyone whose experienced a loss…when times seems to stop
and you don’t know where you are…or when…
knows standing on the edge of grief…is where you find happiness again
Those of us standing frightened on the edge of this evil…
washing over us like a tidal wave
must remember on the edge of fear is where we often find the courage to be brave.
For courage and bravery is what’s needed on the edge of evil…
without it…goodness will fail…
but with courage, accompanied by love, acceptance compassion and kindness
goodness will prevail….
Because in life when between goodness and evil
we find ourselves so tightly wedged…
If, as I believe, goodness is the reason we were created…
then, in the long rung,…
it is goodness that has the edge.
I was dumbfounded when she said that she remembered niether me nor my wife. She remembered my place of employment, my superior,
and my closest co-worker, but not me. My continued attempt at aiding her memory only rendered, "no recall". I taught her and her brothers
in the church youth meetings. I was close to her parents, and though she was a bit younger than me, she was indeed old enough to remember. However, when it became clear she could not recall, we politely ended the phone call. Undoubtedly, it was time to cease and desist in the pursuit of the conversation.
I concluded that yes, she last saw me more than 30 years prior, but I must have stood in the shadows. I understood and refused to accuse or blame, because surely I must have sat under tall trees where the leaves and limbs deflected both the heat and the light. Moreover, for some reason, a shadow was also cast leaving little to no reflection of me.
Perhaps I was an unnoticed frame on the wall. Or could it be that I was a candle in a drawer, a voice unheard, a village in a valley, a pluto in a vast galaxy, a planet in the measureless universe, and not a city on a hill?
It may or may not be of one's own choosing to be cast a faceless image in the crowd; but it's helpful to know if one is destined to be a voiceless shadow person in a room. Perhaps I was quiet and colorless, non agressive, and more tolerating than I should have been. Perhaps I was interpreted as weak; and if so, I must confess; 34 years later, it caused a bit of annoyance and just a little pain. But I must add, it was not enough to cause a change in the essence of me, nor to drive me insane.
04092017PSContest, Any Poem In June, Laura Loo
To find an island floating somewhere in the middle of the ocean shall I go following the water as it flows? In spring, as a flower with the color of scarlet, violet, or canary; in summer, mount on the cloud passing by; in autumn, drifting along a secluded inlet for a while, then as a fallen leaf, shall I go following the water as it flows and find an island floating somewhere in the middle of an ocean?
To recover a long gone lost time shall I become a moon and stars and trail the traces of ever so many bitter and sweet memories? From a remote village in a deep mountain, send my regards through a bird’s song and await the good news coming with a cricket’s chirp, and if it become that there is no story left to tell or hear any news from the other side of mountain consider it as the time to let my dear memories go, or shall I remain as a moon and the stars in the night and trail the traces of my memories to recover a long lost time?
Then, one day, a high wind rises from the nether world, in jet-black armor, mounted on a black charger holding a lance under his arm, rushes at me, and pierces and scatters the worries, anguishes, and pains that of this worthless life has had well acquainted with, with his lance and horse’s hooves, I shall stand on the top of the hill as fluttering weather-beaten shreds of banner, and when the wind falls I shall live as neither the sun, no a moon nor the stars, but without a word, the will, or the cognition, on other side of paramita* the land of eternity.
*Nirvana [Paramita]: 1. Buddhism: freedom from the endless cycle of personal reincarnations, with their consequent suffering, as a result of the extinction of individual passion, hatred, and delusion: attained by the Arhat as his goal, but postponed by the Bodhisattava. 2. Hinduism: salvation through the union of Atman with Brahma; moksha 3. a state of freedom from pain, worry, and the external world. The Random House College Dictionary. 1980. U.S.A.
Sweet heart my passion dear pumpkin
Sweeter than a cabbage you are my sweet corn
somewhat louder than the bourn
Deep into that darkness sprouting
Liken a flower blossoming
How they were shouting, touting - flouting
those the farmers and gardeners
They abloom allemandes abstracting
Ah, distinctly I was defoliating
Your stock, your stem the bud of your flower
My mind always strays to you you’re beautiful as the trees
I crave your sweet, shrubby sycamore
I crave the awash, abloom abstract almond leaves
That, that the moment my soul grew cute
What could there be more purely brute?
Sweeter than the summer sun
Hotter than 4th of July
somewhat more covering than a parachute
you warned me about the spreading roots
Come grow with me
Come grow within me, come go with me
Deep into that darkness rising
the palmetto seemed happy synthesizing
what could there be more purely enterprising?
And the Tasmania was utilizing
Of the emergence's that is realizing
Deep into that darkness pollarding
Deep into that darkness spiraling
Instead I uncovered the squash
There stood an engaged goulash
While I pondered, awesome and swash
Much I marveled the square cherry tomato
I crave the gorgeous, glorious garlic
Remembering many cacciatore, horrendous mounts
The many microlight mushrooming
Such you are as I am
A pollenated vegetable won’t you be my flower
Come my sweetheart my flower stand with me under the rain showers
8/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
If things are changing for the
better in you,
Be certain this supernatural
wonderment is happening in
the world, too.
Rejoice, pray and sing.
Even though we look around and
see horrid things.
Find God, in the most negative
circumstances.
Allow your soul to do graceful
soul dances.
Gratitude overcomes negativity,
Even though hurtful emotions be.
Do not worry about anything!
Pray instead about everything.
Tell God what you need!
Ride a strong and hopeful steed.
Now and then, we all feel rejected,
Pray! Pray..God will never let you
be neglected.
Thankful lives are magical lives!
Our energy and spirit thrives.
You take charge of your emotions.
Pay no mind to worldly commotion.
Pray God for everything and anything.
Your voice will both laugh aloud and
sing!
No complaining, watch your mouth!
Or honestly, things do go south.
Don't compare yourself to others!
Under this load, I know, how much
I terribly suffer.
Be content, put your mind at ease,
Or else negativity is a creeping
disease.
September 28, 2019
9a.m. PST
Hello Love,
Tonight I really want you here by my side.
With our favorite music on,
my ears to your chest hearing your heart beats,
"you're mine, you're mine, you're mine"
Oh sweet serendipity!
My hands are in your hands
swaying gently, fiasco dancing
We're perfectly imperfect.
Hello love, come on, come over
It's beautiful tonight for us to be apart
Let's celebrate like it's our first night
Come on Come over
I'll set the table, we'll dine under the moonlight.
The stars are align for us tonight,
whisper your wishes I'm all ears
I'm all in, no inhibitions, no hesitations.
Take my hand, take me all you want.
Tonight there's nothing between us
But our love, sincerity.
Hello Love,
I really want you here by my side,
your eyes my serenity
your lips my certainty
your hugs my sanctuary
Come on Come over
With our favorite music on,
my ears to your chest hearing your heart beats,
"you're mine, you're mine, you're mine"
~cvb062621~
very late posting
All of us should know by now that there’s one race:
The Human Race. Narcissism and nepotism
Are destroying the very febrile fibers of our society
Greed and narrow-mindedness, at an increasing space
Are eroding our soil like mites devouring the mechanism
Of our ingenuity. This is odious. What a sad and sorry pity!
Freedom is about being at liberty to do things on our own
Freedom is about being in control of our destiny
Freedom is about using our God-given talent to be
And to do whatever inspires us at dust, at dawn
Or at any time to make the world a better place for all
Freedom is about exposing the lies and walking tall
While telling the truth in the best interests of the planet
Freedom is about saying it like it is, on the internet
In the newspapers, on the radio and to all the media
The nocuous system comes now and then with the craziest formula:
This one is lighter than you; that one is darker than you
This one is thinner than you; that one is bigger than you
This one is dumber than you; that one is smarter than you
This one is shorter than you; that one is taller than you
After meticulously reading the final analysis, you and I are the same
We all belong to the same Human Race, we need to be tame
In order to comply with the principles established by the Almighty
Otherwise, we become mentally dumb, vainglorious and really cocky
Freedom is about breaking the inessential chains in our brain
Freedom is about unclogging the flexible pipes of the dam
Freedom is about going straight to the sources
Freedom is about utilizing our best resources
All of us should know already that there is one race:
The Human Race. And for all, there’s plenty of space
Freedom is about improving things for a better and safer society
Freedom is about creating better filters to help the environment
Freedom is about respecting the fibers and the colors of humanity
Freedom is about enjoying the neoteric air under the firmament.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
You have your roots forgotten
Your perception's now rotten
Noticing oh so sudden
That brother's a great burden
No love for brother or sis
With contempt at them you hiss
And the sharpest point you miss
That racism can't bring bliss
People can be blue, black, white
I can name colours all night
But do remember alright
Only yourself you do fight
Because we all are on par
And you're left behind so far
Still your scars with spite you mar
Frowning at those black as tar
With the same hands, all God made
Watch as you do colours grade
Without love, away you'll fade
For we belong under one shade
Touching hearts - did I just call him a ham, her a turkey,
another a chicken, as I directed them with smiles, my
humor-filled wiles. I resurrect, as I’m directed to hand
out love. This makes me generous…I generously give life,
not eternity…directing the elderly…I’m at the fringe,
to pick up their box (not the rectangular offing that will
contain a body with no breath, no soul). For now we all
eat, listen to the boss speak about the disenfranchisement
of belongings, the longing of some to rob the elderly
of their earthly goods. One thing we can be sure of
is to whom our soul belongs. Remember it will not be
in the box. It will go to a heavenly or very hot place.
We all make a choice…who will you serve…I serve the food.
The sandwiches are cold. The hearts are warm and expectant.
Hold the book in your open hands. Chew what is inside.
Don’t forget to savour each bite. There are two slices of bread -
the old and new. They go together nicely - the spread and fillings.
The blessing, touching hearts - faith holds it all together.
Faith in the totality of the revelation God has given. Abraham,
not to be confused with Abraturkey or Abrachicken (just
infusing a bit of humor in my serious sandwich), ahem…
Abraham was saved by faith and so are we when we follow
the path where God leads. We follow him to the cross, to
the grave, to the resurrection and ascension. We follow Christ
to Pentecost where the friends of Jesus were served
the Holy Spirit, like doves, like flames of fire. Likewise,
our choice to be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ.
Under we go, into His death…rising we go, into eternal life.
Back to my Senior Luncheon, serving lots of love, gratitude
in our hearts, ready to depart whenever God calls us. For now,
just leaving the parking lot. Leftovers in box, not me - thankfully. ;)
6/20/2023