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Thoreau found solace in his pond…trees made Joyce Kilmer quiver
but yesterday I found our comfort…floating on the river.
We paddled and floated in our kayaks…you know…boats…the quiet kind
gladly leaving our computers and technology behind.
If we wanted to watch a video…all we had to do was look around
If we wanted to listen to music…we were inundated with sound.
We had a constantly changing video right before our eyes
we had the slowly moving water, the trees, the clouds…the sky.
We didn’t need a remote…no need to switch the channel being shown
because nature is always changing the view…subtly…on her own.
It’s like a panoramic 3D movie that is shifting all the time
It’s beautiful..it’s breathtaking…and it doesn’t cost a dime.
And if it’s music that you crave…stop and listen as you float
There is a rhythm to the waves as they brush against your boat.
Then music sung by countless birds from their nests in endless trees
finds its way into your heart as it drifts upon the breeze.
You drift along losing track of time…you flow without a care
feeling the coolness of the water…smelling the freshness of the air.
You instinctively stop paddling…as you drift around the bend
wishing this moment would last forever…hoping this feeling would never end.
and there upon the river…far far from the maddening crowds
reflected in the water…you find yourself floating through the clouds.
I understand what Thoreau meant about his pond and Mr. Kilmer about his tree
because yesterday…as if my magic… the river spoke to me.
Hidden cameras you don't see
Creeps that watch you on T.V.
I-Pods taking photographs
Put on twitter for a laugh
Video streaming on you tube
Of teens being very crude
Facebook postings not so nice
Innocent people pay the price
Of all this technology
Being used for cruelty
Instead of making people smile
It is used for being vile
Cyber bullyings a way
To show hatred every day
Pushing someone way to far
Causing them another scar
This kind of madness needs to end
Technology should never send
This kind of mean uncaring evil
Instead we should make others feel
Loved and welcome--never hated
This would be appreciated
By everyone who wants to see
A more friendly technology
All that is not me has me down
I am beaten by all that should keep me
My nose in crackling wrinkle
Like dead toothpaste tube
I can’t see my knees
Eyes are deep in the sockets
The twist of neck kicks the heart hard
Hemoglobin is tough and cold like the
Mazera-Voi rail tracks abandoned by
The classy Jambo Kenya Deluxe
I need a life
A cozy labyrinth
Opening in to a boundless sea
My soul rebels land and its jungles
Noise avenues and beautiful malls
Have my heart full with video
I long for monotony
Of a cloudless heaven
Stretching with abandon
Without a single fold onto Riverside from
Kangemi, I need a flat face of the earth
So that I can see my torn toe nails
without tasking my shoulder blades
to injure flesh that is laden with sleep
I am down
Let me lie
with ashes at my feet
blue saliva cracks my lips
in a struggle to pay homage to tongue
the last man standing, in heydays
he proclaimed peace to mountains
with stones that changed shapes with seasons
the message of peace is better unheard than unheeded
now he lies here with me, just maybe, just maybe
in its rotations, the earth will become flat
I long to see the feet of preachers of peace
Their beautiful shoes make my sight hazy
Glossy shin has blinded the messenger
He knows not when it rains, waterproof wear
Cheats him of seasons
Will he ever know when to sow?
When all that is not him shoves a finger down his nose
The wind will let me know
Meanwhile I sleep till dawn is come
I am going to scream
That there is too much injustice
In our streets.
The Police,
These days, are not there for Justice,
For all citizens in our cities.
I am going to scream
That there is too much mayhem on the screen,
Too much unbearable pain for the spleen,
And too much chaos and violence in my dreams.
I can hear the screams,
Coming from the streets.
I can hear the cries of our sisters,
I can see the blood of our brothers,
All over the streets.
I can smell, feel the pain,
This is insane.
Look at the video tape,
There is a white cloth, a drape,
On a dying body.
This is sad and crazy.
I can hear our people saying:
Hands up, don't shoot!
I can see other victims lying
In the streets, crying
And yelling: Do not shoot!
Nowadays, violence is everywhere.
We are soaked in a bloody terror.
This is hell on earth. It is hard to figure
Out this nonsense. There is too much violence,
And that makes no sense.
The cries of hell can pierce the eardrums.
The Police now have military equipments
Sub-machine guns, drones, tents
And they can drop bombs.
There is too much bloodshed in the neighborhood.
Stop the killings, hand out books and food,
To the people, instead of tear gas, and injustice.
Our people's lives matter.
We all had a father and a mother.
We all want to live happily in one piece,
In Peace.
Copyright© December,2014, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books:
7th October, 2023. Israel.
“Shabbat Mourning”
the War commenced
with morning, rudely awakened,
unrest.
some say,
it has arrived,
the biblical Apocalypse.
some say,
not war, just another
haggling loose rabble skirmish.
Hamas
says,
“God is Great!”
Netanyahu
says,
“we are at War!
And we will
win
this War!”
everything over
before begun;
Winter is coming
harsher than
before
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Our enemy will pay a price the type of which it has never known,” Netanyahu said in a video statement.
Off to Help the Neighbor
By Franklin Price
8/3/2015
Off to help the neighbor
As soon as this is done
You won't believe the teen he is
He's really number one
Helps the older and younger
And all those in between
Helps everyone that needs it
And he's only seventeen
Knows about a lot of things
A few here I will tout
Mechanics, welding, building, Farming
And really helping out
Goes to church when open
Runs computer, sound and video
So far I haven't found a thing
About which he doesn't know
Inventive and creative
Not a better teen you'll find
I can't believe all that he does
It really blows my mind
He's putting doors on his workshop
Asked if I could assist
Helping him is only right
Not something to be missed
It's just a little payback
For the example set for me
For being the kind of person
That everyone should be
"Is it rare to see a white wolf Grandpa?"
I stared at the child. Then at my husband.
That depends, Grandpa said. In the house?
The child’s worried look changed immediately.
“Under the bed?” I gave my husband a guttural sound.
He looked up. “A wolf wouldn’t fit there. He would be squashed.”
What if we saw one in the garden? The child asked.
“I would hand him a rake and some gloves,” Grandpa told him.
Satisfied, he began to settle down with his video game.
“A white wolf!” My husband said. “Imagine that.”
I did not have to imagine it; there was a white wolf on his magazine.
Next to a woman dressed in winter white with antlers.
Now these questions made a lot more sense
POTW 22rd April 2018
To right the wrongs of love no flawless gauge exists
Though visions unfulfilled can leave one bereft
With tears of remorse for the ones who didn’t show
Or lamenting the ones who came and left
Sparkly wings donned we cruise the starry skies
Crooning songs of love to the silvery moon
Mourning its presence being ~ Too late? ~ Too soon?
Grieving for the ‘dish’ who ran away with the ‘spoon’
Rewrite your song ~ Compose a new melody
Peek through those shades of pearlescent pink
Discard the restraints of unrequited love
Bask in loves splendor ~ lest it goes in a blink
Feel a whisper of the breeze ~ on those thundering seas
The quest starts right here on this night crystal clear
That rusty anchor raise ~ you’ve lingered too long
It’s your ship to control ~ Reclaim the power to steer
I trust you like the music video clip by Australian singer John Paul Young. Still loving the sound of the Disco 80’s
POTW 22rd April 2018
The final moments in the iconic dance scene from Dirty Dancing; starring the lovely duo Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze. This movie lives on in our hearts. Forever.
retrorewind80s Matthias, Thanks for sharing this memorable video. It's inspired a poem. Blessings.
You will remain my world
By Michelle Morris
22/02/2026
You became my world
You became the one
You stood by me, always
You were my best friend and lover
We let nothing come between us
We stood strong against the storm
Love, hugs and understanding
Kisses and passion and glory
Beyond these moments and magic
Dancing under the lights
Holding each other close
Celebrating our amazing life
Our friends are happy for us
Our family accepts our path
We are blessed beyond this lifetime
Our souls will remain amongst the stars
Thank you for being my heart
Thank you for being my soul
Thank you for all we are together
Thank you for being my whole
You will remain my world
You will be my only one
We'll go through life together
Celebrating each year under the sun
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Work harder.
Work harder.
Work harder.
You are a black woman living in a white man's world
You have to be better.
You have to do better.
You have to want it better.
No mistakes - they'll attack you if you do
Better yet they'll wait for the ball to drop on you
Don't falter. Don't crack.
If they see that they will attack
You don't have the privilege to break
The mirror will help you to mask your face -
This is all so fast paced
It has to be, you need to win the race
No stopping for a breather - they'll take your place
That's what the world tells a black girl Everyday
No time to be human
No time to ask why
You just have to accept it, 'it's not your place to pry'
What outlets do we have,
To save our mental health
We could try therapy, but the stigma prevents that
The world tells us to lose a few, 'you can't be black and fat'
Is it really fat or is it the jealousy of what you lack
I'm not fat I'm curvy, either way nothing is wrong with that
Fat, skinny, curvy, our bodies are not a video for you to react
Or maybe, we'll take the deeper route
And carve a perfect smile on our face
To cover up the pain,
We could decorate our skin, maybe then we won't go insane
We are not allowed to cry, so I'll bleed tears my own way
What I do won't upset them - if I don't live another day
Or maybe a few pills to rid the problem that they see
Maybe I'll give them what they want and join my ancestors in the sea
Problem solved, you won't have to deal with the actions that you caused
The media will call her a burnout
Then use the label of 'crazy'
To define her personality trait
Point being for a black woman, there will never be an escape
Just a system reusing a cycle of discriminatory hate
The life of a black woman
Is a struggle everyday
From the day of our birth
To the day we never awake
The world takes for granted the culture we provide
Take advantage of our nature, we are oh so very kind
Then burden us with the weight of the problems the world may hide
And after all we've done they'll take credit, ignoring all our sacrifices and have the audacity to never have apologised