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So shocked
That I’m speechless
For senseless
Rumors that can impact
The rays of the Sun.
This is no fun
To think about
The unthinkable. Run
Run, fly like a day bat
That has been rocked.
It is painful
To fathom
This dull axiom
It is hurtful
This is no fun.
What a shame
Fair game
Is no longer fun
This sorry society
Is full of hypocrisy.
Double standard
Against the nerd
This is a tragedy
For the sake of decency
Fly, run; this is no fun.
Run, run, run
Fly, fly like a night bat
This is what, what
I am talking about
Run, under the rays of the Sun.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I must be unthinkable.
You walk so many roads
Yet I never cross once.
Your mind is always racing
And your mouth is always in motion.
Yet I never get to see or hear
Who you truly are.
I must be unthinkable.
I walk beside you every single
Dreaded day
Yet you are too high up
To see me.
I'm afraid of heights.
Why is it me that has to do the climbing?
I must be unthinkable.
I speak
And I sing
So loudly
That it hurts
Yet you are unable to
Really listen to this voice of mine.
I must be unthinkable.
I ache for you
And I hold my head for you.
Yet your eyes are attracted
To the glittering objects.
Not my own,
For they have been tossed around
By careless hands.
Who knows how much longer I'll last.
I must be
Unthinkable.
I have tried and failed
Many times
To look you in the eyes.
But our contact lasts
Only
Seconds.
I must
Be
Unthinkable.
Even if you think
Of me
For a moment,
You've never shown
To me
That I am a thought.
I want to tell you
That I think of you all the time.
I want to tell you
That you're always shining.
I just
Want to tell you
That I care for you.
If that is unthinkable
Then do you
Even
Truly
Think?
On any given day
You'd see her skipping along
In her little brown dress
Humming a new song
She made up lyrics
As the tunes danced about
Not a care in the world
Until evil was let out
After that day, no joy
The bubbles in soul, silenced
She was suddenly stilled
By unthinkable violence
The little girl who walked
Was a gray shell of sorrow
She survived every day
Waiting for it to end in the 'morrow
Day after day, she made it through
Every trial and grief worn
Right in the hallowed space
Were her dress had torn
One day, she will remember
And hold little Sally in her lap
Telling her to sing her songs, freely
Because gifts are not for giving back
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2026
The appearance of gentleness
shows many gracious ways
and this image of godly meekness
is being totally true to oneself;
it can't be stirred by rage,
or even irrational revenge:
indignation is an unthinkable bluff!
Do nobles often embrace folly?
Be it envy, betrail or debauchery,
they all fall into the pit of misery;
someone belonging to their bloodline got clever
and invented the trick of alchemy...
he imagined one sleeping when he was dead:
the transformation was grandly achieved,
the Veiled Christ was a showcase of grandeur!
Sculptors with chisels and hammers
create faces that are realistically divine;
they embody their own spirit on those faces
with expressions that exceed human beauty:
more than paintings they exude emotions.
Novelists write stories, poets write poems;
who hasn't memorized a specific line
written with cleverness and simplicity?
Are we engaged more in remote interaction
than in human emotions that spread affection?
Do we forget to give a hug in our rush for success
heading to a destination where dialogue is about affairs,
not realizing that we are trading our happiness,
for wealth, our temptation for holiness;
and all the permissive actions that transgress?
Do we see an end to obsessive and unyielding greediness?
Can we ignore the voice of irreversible trust,
and allow deafness to define our worthiness
turned into mindlessness not connected to emotions?
Never expect to be compensated by lust:
it's not a guaranteed way to feel good without resentment:
can we achieve glory without the virtue of our passions?
When there's absolute silence in the creaking hut,
something spooky is bound to happen again,
and the haunting feeling seems to no avail;
any ghost's appearance makes my hair stand up!
There he stands laughing and frightening me...
the pirate with a silk eye patch, I hide underneath
the covers, not to let his outstretching hands grab me;
and is he a phantom or another underworld spirit?
I have read many stories of pirates, and one of them that intrigued the reader
was that of Captain Morgan as the most famous pirate in his time...he pillaged,
destroyed and killed causing chaos in the Caribbeans, and how clever
he was to abandon his ship and escape, hiding his treasure on some island!
This pirate with a silk eye patch once was called," Morgan, the Horrible!"
My skin is getting goose bumps, thinking of how bad he was...oh, it's so unthinkable!
I am shaking like a tiny mouse chased by a hungry, ferocious cat utterly unstoppable;
I flee from the bedroom and hide into a dark forest to hear the moan of a beast!
I turn back, but the door is shut...I turn the knob with caution,
there in the pitch-dark room he drinks his whiskey and dances alone;
I slide on the alcohol dripping from his dirty bottle, and as Morgan
tries to grab me, I run from his glaring and bloody eyes again!
And the pirate with a silk eye patch returned on many scary nights,
giving me chills and shivers haunting me until darkness faded away;
wait a minute...they aren't over yet...someone dressed in black knocks
on my front door, and sneering he says," Welcome to my Halloween party!"
84 THE BEGININNG THE WAITING THE PANTING THE FINDING THE UNTHINKABLE AGONIZING FRETTING A WHISPER BECOMES SO LONG TEARS SLAM TO THE WOOD FLOORS LIKE CRASHING GLASS THE BLACKMAIL THE EXTORTION HAS GONE OUT OF CONTROLL YOU CAN'T BREATHE YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS NO NEED FOR RANSO.E MONIES WHY NOT NOW THE GATHERING SOMETHING IS OFF SOMEONE IS NOT TRUTHFUL LETTING THE ENTIRE FAMILY DOWN WAS GAMBLING DRUGS FORGOTTEN DEBT OR JUST AN ACCIDENT GONE WRONG CREATING THE SHOW CASE KNOWING FULL WELL IT'S ALREADY OVER TRULY SAD WHEN YOU REALLY THINK ABOUT WHERE IS SAFETY SECURITY ALONE IN THE DESERT WE ARE WHO WE ARE HUMAN PERHAPS HUMAN ERROR CRUELTY THRIVES WHILE THE REST MOURNS I MYSELF WAS BEING BLACKMAILED WHEN I WROTE THE RANSOM NOTE A CRAZED JAMAICAN FEMALE MULES IDENTITY FRAUD THIEF WAS AFTER MY POETRY AFTER HER AFFAIR WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHE BELIEVED SHE COULD EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY SENDING KILLERS TO SHOOT ME OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY RANSOM NOTES ASSAULT RIFLES HOME INVASIONS BURGULARY I FEEL SO BLESSED I SURVIVED MY KILLERS WHICH IS WHY I WROTE THE POEM THE RANSON NOTE YEARS AGO MY HEART IS STILL TENDER THERE THANKS POETRY SOUP FOR FAV MY POETRY
The huge sky overseeing the emerald and bluish earth...
wouldn't be the only sky in our incredibly diverse Universe,
if limited sight weren't the obstacle to the awesome images that surprise couldn't conceal;
but many more galaxies hiding their splendid suns and planets,,
are still unknown and Man, overtaken by such a magnificence, expresses
himself in more atheistic ways not to compromise his own foolishness!
If we declare faith non-existent, cupidity can become our fetish...
filling us with more rampant pride to enforce its hypocritical seal!
More universes, like ours, lay dormant in their stillness,
" And will life be found on them? " is a question too inconclusive
that we can only answer by being so compellingly delusive;
more universes await the discoveries of the intelligent mind,
to lay out their awsomeness and beauty to discard the thought of finding life,
impelling us to preserve ours, not to destroy it by valiance or insanity!
Search history's events, are we capable of pursuing happiness...
without conquering and proclaiming our power with mighty armies?
In ancient days, they created unrealistic gods and goddesses...
not conceiving that the Supreme One wasn't a god in human form,
but rather the Invisible One, who often scolded them for their wickedness;
so in stone and marble they continued to sculpture divine faces
that the common people hailed and worshipped, and would they refuse
to obey their tyrant's wishes: their worthless lives would be taken...
and did Paul, the follower of Christ, go back to that cult so perverse?
We know, from the Holy Scriptures, he was converted and put down his sword...
More universes more magnificent than this one,
can be discovered and inhabited if they are livable;
and scientists are working hard along with astronauts to accomplish our dream,
and who isn't excited and show interest to take a voyage into the outer space?
Navigators ventured on perilous seas to attest that their concept was solid and real;
we, with more sophisticated computer science, are groped by the unthinkable!
Persuaded or not, discouraged or doubtful, researches must continue at our expense;
and what if we were successful, wouldn't everyone be taken by shock?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
do you find it unthinkable
to be the source of ridicule
damaging the way you're thought
fearing the respect will fall
do you find you're more valueable
because you hide away your flaws,
judgement brings about rewards?
judgement which is never yours.
so you live for the way you're seen?
what people think is centre scene,
and your thoughts do not mean a thing,
behaviour is the vital link
do you feel you feel assured
acting so the points are scored
making sure that you install
a reputation fake and false
can you see how avoiding ridicule
means sacrificing your inner core
a view of you all others rule,
pretending so not seen a fool
the fear made you ridiculous
stuck this way continuous
and this is who you are because
protection is a vital must
a fear of fear made you become
a person who has no freedom
who is a favourable unknown
and a known favourite of none
Disguised, I see her in secret
A Girl not knowing, her real truth
Skin and Hair, dark as mine
like Mother, eyes beautifully blue
Her face an illustration of life.
Her "Dad" Provides comforts.
Buying clothing and food.
Sheltering her precious head.
My Love, simply doesn't provide,
These essential needs.
The lie so real,now blurring through.
revealing truth seems unthinkable
A Selfish Desire, immensely cruel.
When she brings me, my child:
Relegated to Just, another familiar face,
one of mommy's many friends.
So I concede, painfully living our lie.
My happiness returns, those special days
Our Rendezvous' on odd days,
in strange places.
Refusing to, fully surrender,
Surrender my claim,
still willfully I conspire
redacting our past.
Dey say patience is a virtue. Two things are for certain.
One, this world could never take anything eternal from me so lets close dem curtains.
Two, how I feel about u is real yeah my imagination is running
ready to do the unthinkable Im feelin like da last flame in dis tundra
no questions no 2nd guessing between us I then heard it all & I seen enuff pain & turmoil
Imagine dis...Im da seed & ur da soil lets grow together true love has no limits
so we'll stand thru da rain I'll guide u thru da fog
dont be scared baby nothin can seperate us from the love of God
yeah Im lovin it we've been chosen so lets build this covenant...
Imagine the good life where the unthinkable comes true,
friendship courtship marriage and that eternal honeymoon
so if ur ready lets make it happen yeah dey say love isn't reachable
but dey lied Im always teachable let me be ya pupil
Im takin notes on how to make sumthin outta nothin
look so beautiful so now...why dont u imagine me & you.