Sometimes it’s obvious
And sometimes subtle
That no matter what good you try to do
The universe rewards you with the opposite.
It might be as simple as the duality we create
By such intentions;
A materialist mindset
That falls into a Newtonian universe
Of every action needing
An equal and opposite reaction.
Bound by these rules of physics
The road to hell
Is certainly paved.
While beyond these rules
The wise and masterful play.
The problem is
Within the bounds of materialism
We are all slaves
Ruled by our own fears and hopes
Narrowly following our individual paths
Heads down
Our persistent plodding
The very force that turns the grind stone.
While beyond these rules - the etiquettes of a guest
Needing permission to sit and stay, come and lay down -
The host in all His graciousness
Allows us the freedom to be enslaved.
(8/4/23)
Categories:
materialist, psychological, social, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
No loyalty
No royalty
No unconditional love
No clean white dove
Life is full of shocks, locks
Rocks, blocks, mocks and flocks
The flowers are faded
But the diamond is illuminated
Go crazy by deciphering what I mean
Oh! No in Heaven! It’s no fun being mean.
No money
No honey
No building
No kissing
It is what it is
Carpe secundum
Darn! Oh! Please
Tam! Tam! Tam! The drum
Exists to scream, to tease
To pester and to inflame.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
materialist, betrayal, break up, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes the
lines between
happiness and sorrow
love and hate
are thin (barely visible
to the naked heart) –
(a healthy heart
needing more than
a steady-beat
to be truly healthy) –
hearts not created
merely for pumping;
nor for expressing
exclusively within
the Body-visceral
while excluding
the vaster realm
of metaphysical being
(confined within a cage of bone)
(drowning in its own
oxygen rich fluids)
No, the heart truly
reaches out -- beyond
muscular attributes:
exceeds surface
perimeters of flesh
and blood –
transcending
the core-less Atheist
concept, absent a
spirit and soul
for greater inspiration…
refutes the materialist,
who sees only
superficial reality,
excluding the essence
of divine interaction
and miraculous manifestation –
The heart I speak
stretches the rulers
of medical Measures –
remains an enigma to science,
and by contrast -- the light
apposing dark-sided men
who reject Christian-unity daily
as did those prosecutors
of The Son of Man
who rejected Christ love
and His revelation
of Divine Source
and Holy Trinity….
Categories:
materialist, devotion, inspiration, introspection, love,
Form: Free verse
the emotion
I need sometime
I can’t I live and dream without this
I don’t find any passion devoid of this
sometime I’m heartbroken,
sometime I’m injured to mentality
excess attention to materialistic life brings these!
there are happening a lot of mysteries
in Materialistic Life
beyond true knowledge of it,
if I can't discover all of it
then I think, do not need
excess pondering on materialist outlook
because it maybe reason of mental problem!
Categories:
materialist, emotions, how i feel,
Form: Prose Poetry
In this hyper materialist era
We find ourselves in
Is there such a thing as a true soul?
Or have we all become
Nothing but fake souls
The rights to our souls
Long ago sold
To the evil masters of the universe
The secret programmers
Of this cosmic video game
We all live in
And our dear leader
Donald Trump
Has a fake soul
As he acts like he is robot
Trying to fake real human emotions
And usually failing miserably
Categories:
materialist, social,
Form: Free verse
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
If it is available with us meager
We become a source of hatemonger.
It can make us sit or stand with finger;
It can taste sweeter than sweet sugar;
If in hands, it makes its owner stronger;
So that he can fight with wildest tiger.
You have it, and live even longer;
And will be called even younger.
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
With it tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar.
More joy of money leads warmonger
Lack of money people did malinger
The mundane things calling it vulgar.
All those who to receive it eager
Know well that demon in it appear.
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
Categories:
materialist, money,
Form: Monorhyme
Late last night, when the sky was bright
With the silver gleam of the moon and the starlight,
I sat and asked my Soul
Of what Sin am I old?
Am I Lust, Anger, Greed, Envy, Materialist or just Jealous?
As I wondered with my Heart so Pious
Eureka! came the answer
I have no Sin
Other than you, Great Ancienter!
You make me Madder
You make me Cater
For all the wordly Sins
So devoted to you I am, My Assassin!
You make me Breathless
You make me Senseless
Even if you make me Lustful
You make me not an Actress
For my attraction for your absoluteness
Is not an Acting
It is the Meaning
Of my ZigZagging
Since the beginning of my Dawning!
When will you Dare
To make me Queen of your Lair
Where I will not pull your Hair
But will tempt you with my Stare
When will you become Crazy?
Just like my boggling Insanity
To satisfy my great Envy
Of wanting your Lap so Cozy?
To be Kissed, when I will be Missed
Will make you into a Prince Charming
For on your knees you will be falling
To ask me Something,
Something very important for your heartling!
I am Sinful! And Corrupted!
I Have become Intoxicated!
All because of You!
My Sin thou art so True!
Categories:
materialist, joy, love, magic,
Form: Rhyme
When angels come, they are only seen
by babies and very young children, soon
to be forgotten. And sometimes those who
are good at heart will encounter angels
who look so human, yet....
When angels sing, their choirs sing
with choirs human, and both can be
heard in heaven as on earth. Or
an angel's song may be a ballad,
sad and aching in an old Irish pub.
When angels weep, they weep far more
for our loss of joy than sins committed,
their quiet tears are for love omitted.
When angels laugh, they laugh and laugh
at the king who holds tight to his throne
and find humorous the rich man who owns,
but they laugh the loudest at a puffed-up
materialist who proudly declares,
"Clearly, angels cannot exist!"
That gets them rolling in the
endless aisles of heaven....
Categories:
materialist, angel, humorous, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows
gentle sounds of water from the rivers
and haunting notes of music crescendos
in the distant background from the speakers
A cascading shower of climbing roses
she waits for her lover impatiently
over his lateness she agonizes
at last his footsteps coming hurriedly
he catches her up in his arms and spins
round and round until dizzy they both fall
her heart and emotions are now tailspins
she loves knowing it could lead to downfall
For to another one he is promised
yet he tells her that his heart belongs to her
she knows that he is a materialist
at first it had seemed a great adventure
Sighing she tells him that he must depart
his plans of her seduction now thwart
Categories:
materialist, dream, emotions, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
Gifted with a tender heart, so pious
Life turned it into an iron core, so capricious!
The Age may be Dark, as said in the Holy Books
Does that make it legitimate to ruin all nooks and crooks!
The Gods can never be jealous of this prowess
Dejected, rather, they try to calm the mess
The evil hanging on the atmosphere
Must be cleared with love, so sincere!
Such ordered the great Seer
With urgency to his most devoted peer
Herculean, a task meant for the pure soul
Breathing with faith, he shall be on that call
Selfish, Egoistic, Materialist, Envy
All cling to my tender heart like poison ivy
Blissful may the world of ignorance
Sinful are its acts shining with radiance!
May the crow bring good news
May the storm gets loose
So that everywhere is cleansed and gleams
With the pure desire of the fairies’ whims!
Categories:
materialist, faith, introspection, life, may,
Form: Rhyme
Warmth contained in the liquidity,
Breaking out of its vessel and bleed,
Painted with the Red of Life,
The Yang breathing inside this Yin,
Is but the child born due to this Fire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
Inhaling every negation as its Oxygen,
Setting this materialist soul on the flames,
Efforts to redeem the sins buried in sands,
Or one may call it by other fancy names,
But the tag hides an evil body in Sagacious attire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
To be demanding is a curse, with bounds,
As limited is the seed for incepting dreams,
Then to give away your desires to fulfill others;
Is like angels lending hands to devils; or as it seems,
One dream turned into reality; mentors another to aspire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
So rather let this human feel this earthly quest,
And on urges, let this mortal monster be fed,
In contrast of dualities; lies the meaning of good,
And without a demon, what good a good is instead?
The path of destruction is thus what I admire,
As even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
Categories:
materialist, death, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Ricardo Eliecer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto
Motherless at two weeks of age, sought her.
Within his heart and mind, imagined her.
Age ten, before life had hardly begun,
He, whose talents his family did shun,
Loved her, felt her. She closed his eyes each night.
A boy arose to man with victim’s sight.
Life, splashed with discord from the beginning,
Sometimes sent his thoughts fast-forward spinning.
A Chilean born poet, communist
Political materialist…gist –
A Poetry Pulitizer Prizewinner.
Whose poetic successes still linger.
His legal “pen name” is no mystery.
Pablo Neruda died in state by cancer’s fate.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 20, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme
Categories:
materialist, history, life, people
Form: Rhyme