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Contest, Mending Fences
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Since the fall of Adam and Eve,
We mortals have been on a downward trend.
Sometimes we fall apart in the mildest of winds.
In navigating our journeys,
Some wires of our lives will only take dust.
And often for reasons unknown to us,
Some wire screws of our lives will loosen.
Like medal, so much about us is subject to rust.
There are fences; weakened, weathered, and worn
That must be fixed, mended, and repaired.
A close friendship turned bitter, distant, twisted.
Even if at first resisted, let's find a way to fix it.
Even if this mending should cause fears and tears;
Or even though it has been many moons and years,
There's no better time for mending than today.
For years, time after time, I have heard people say;
"Where there's a will, there's a way".
Today speaking to someone Holy and reverend
all the research I had done for many years
it was answered like speaking to God easing a burden
heart to heart we shared something deeply considered special
Many moons I have searched for answers knowing the truth
where there is no smoke without fire
It tells a tale to a soul searching by itself
the questions asked am I on the right road not judging but heeding the Words written by our doctors
Out of charity speaking in direction knowing sinful characters
how much Love does it take to speak from wisdom
so many have become shallow supporting evil ways
The blind always claim to be victims of condemnation
one thing for sure happiness is the peace of mind praying
The left will never be right when push comes to shove
satan has the power we give him over us
who wants to know the truth or keep living in the lie
denying the common good its rightful place
Flames descend into my skull
Under the blade of heavens army
True to form I invade them with smiles
Silver blood and copper bones Golden flesh
Questions raised about my sanity
Demons hunted to soothe my humanity
Red gems and honey milk
Apple bird sings her song sweetly
Forbidden bird bows and greets me
Walnut cake I am an Indigo lie
Fashion the stones with many moons Yummy they despise me
Blades of Jasper and Milk Thistle coffee
Honor the call to only use my blade
Dear God, please tell me what I’ve done
For you to rain blessings on me
When I woke up this morning, I kissed someone
But, I forgot to pray to thee
I prepared breakfast, then boasted of the taste
And filled my belly, as well as my face
I threw out good proportions, oh what a waste!
I never took the rime to even say my grace
Sunday came; I made it through another week
Tribulations have silenced my spirit
So, in bed I lay so to speak
I had a chance; yet I went to a dance
So, I’m too tired to worship today
Many moons have come and gone
Another opportunity I should embrace
Oh God forgive me, for this is my song
I pray that I never fall from your grace
'Twas very many moons ago
I was once a spry spring chicken
~ At least the hat survived
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
ill drive down the highway at one eighty two
you'll say that'll we'll die but i know that can't be true
cause the strings and the signs of fate pulled us together
and they won't tear us apart for as long as i'll remember
the moon in the sky is so far away
in a big pit of darkness we call outer space
yet you always say you'll go there and back
cause our love will shine through the black
i love you too the moon and back is what you'd always say
and now your gone it's what i'll say every single day
how could I have let you go without knowing i feel the same way
I think about telling you more and more each day
hand in hand and lip on lip is what i reimagine
just you and me and a little tree that i've already planted
please fly on your rocket to one of Jupiter's many moons
to save me from falling out of love with you
you say you never knew that's what my heart reflected
I guess my eye's lie more than I expected
my heart tells my brain what it doesn't want to hear
so my brain mutes my heart, my thoughts and feelings cleared
leaving room for nothing and no-one as you were once near
your presence once filled the void and all it left were tears
I wear a thimble to protect me from blows
I can't see the enemy,
But I got to fight anyway I suppose.
My thimble's a bit battered
Worn down by old wounds
I might need to get a new one
Till then this will do.
My kingdom depends on me
I guess so,
Haven't heard from them in many moons.
I fight, waving about a needle
I feel the enemy's presence
They wonder why I haven't given up hope.
I cut down through a couple of bushes
And there are the foes standing tall
They don't look all that scary
Just a bit tired, that's all.
I recognize them I think
I've heard their voices before
I take off my thimble
Strangely soothed by their song.
They say they're my demons
Trying to help me find a better end
I believe them
For they are my only friends.
They accept me, make me feel safe,
So much so, without my thimble
I still feel brave.
I don't think I'll go back to the kingdom
For the foes are now my friends
No matter what someone says
I'll stay with them till the end.
You and I have been friends for many moons
You and I have played together countless afternoons
Not to mention many mornings and many nights.
Since today is your birthday, I want to send you: kaleidoscopic lights
Multiple dancing rainbows of heaven, exotic flowers
And warm hugs and I’ll blow fresh new kisses from afar to your ears.
I called you my special darling for numerous reasons
I hoped our friendship would flourish through all seasons
Even though I am now disappointed, down and sad
And though we’re no longer committed to each other; I’m not mad.
No matter what, today is a special and beautiful day
For you and me. I’m very happy for you
In my heart, you will always have a niche, a stay
You will forever remain deep in my spleen and my soul.
Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.
Guardian of the other side,
conceiver of comings and goings,
I will meet you soon—
after the waning of many moons,
God-willing—I will meet you soon!
Til then
you will wait—
til the fateful rain washes the earth,
til the sky weeps every secret.
You will wait
as the mountain lion sleeplessly
soaks up the storms to
keep her last babe dry.
away from home
on my own
fifty years ago
I saw your smile
unique style
when we said hello
I was eighteen
new on the scene
you became my bro
so many moons
musical tunes
some fast and some slow
lots of heartbreaks
picking up stakes
when we had to go
calamity
insanity
hard times to undergo
intoxicants
can't pay the rent
always short on dough
you've seen trouble
my soul double
and it's brought you low
here's hoping I'll
see the smile
I saw
fifty years ago
MANY moons ago
MARY met a male.
MARK was his name.
HARK to their tale.
HARD to catch was he,
HARE like was his gait.
HERE ends the story,
HERS was far too late
That evening,
we sat under the old elm, its bark
flaking like dead scales from a fish.
You pointed to the sky,
but the stars did not come out—
only the moon, swollen
like a bruise above the rooftops.
You whispered about the farmer,
how he placed his scythe beneath his pillow,
dreaming of storms.
I listened, but saw only
your shadow stretching across the grass,
twisting with the branches.
In that moment,
you became the moon.
Your hands—small enough to cup it—
trembled as you talked about constellations,
the fisherman’s hook snagging a fragment of the horizon’s sigh..
I wanted to laugh,
but the night kept swallowing the sound.
The wind rolled across the empty streets,
gathering the scent of rain
and some unseen flower blooming at midnight.
And when I reached out,
only your shadow touched me.
The sky opened
and I could swear I heard the stars
laughing at us,
or maybe it was just the elm,
cracking under the weight of too many moons.
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22
I travelled far across that world and saw
the strangest sights. The buildings unlike ones
I'd seen before. The towers spiralled to
the sky, the tunnels underground were vast,
so deep beneath the planet's crust. The sky
was green, the planet's many moons like ships
upon a stormy sea. Each tree and plant,
each creature crawling, flying, swooping there
enormous things that dwarfed me.
And how I long to travel there again...
A devious insurance man named
Max, became a billionaire,
Many moons ago, was only known
As a millionaire,
Now in express mode to become
A trillionaire,
An innocuous looking man knocked
On this billionaire’s
Door, said he was a Tax Officer who
Dealt with non-payment of taxes,
Being a bit of a nerd, the rich man
Immediately collapses,
The taxman asked, do you know
Why I’m here,
No, but it is to do with
My money I fear,
Seems you don’t understand,
Take my advice, stop thinking of
It as your money, it is now ours.
For on your tax returns we have
Spent months days and hours.
She is
but a passing shadow
flitting across the moonlit sea
Wandering waves
roaming their ripples
in search of her next
ship to board
Steered by starlight
she journeys to fresh horizons
constellations
mapped many moons ago
with no route to a harbor
or home
Yet, a paradox
in this pattern of flight
a sudden urge
to reach for the ties
severed by her departure
With each anchored vessel
and fleeting bond formed
her endless quest for more
finds less and less
as the gap
she longs to bridge just grows
Soon
her chances will sail
into the night
and out of view
leaving her final leap to land
in the deep
dark blue
Then
without a ship
to join or jump
no ties
to save or sever
She’ll be
but a fading shadow
sinking into the moonlit sea.
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