Love is not something that belongs only to a living soul.
It could be anything your soul is tied to.
Neither human nor god,
but something you chose above them both—
that is what love truly is.
You look at it and know you cannot live without it.
It is not a person, nor devotion.
That is love.
I'm faced with debility, a deluded idea
that i can make a change by doing nothing at all,
staying the course. No matter how
this my effect my fate.
there are visions of delirium
that come from a life of captivity.
It's not the loneness that kills you.
It's the echos, scratching voices
that cling to the walls refusing
to be understood. Poor calamities.
My disposition affords me no ignorance
at this point. My days, not a night's rest.
My eyes are darkened so that nothing escapes
they want for nothing in-between fleeting blinks.
relief, light just something to look forward to a vision.
A vision that's not obscured by ego or materialistic lament.
But one that's full of love and understanding
the resolution of the full picture.
At times, some people's souls are so materialistic that they try to sell themselves to the devil for worldly pleasures. And the devil rejoices everyday like a junk shop for bargain and wasted souls.
August 19, 2023
So the wind is blowing, blowing like it is angry, angry at the materialistic things, the materialistic things that create trauma, aggression, and ego in humans, humans who are now most involved in inappropriate deeds, deeds that are overall responsible for this environmental storm. So it can be a start or it can be an end, because practically everything is just an illusion, whether it is happiness or pain.
They say this shall pass too,
But here I am standing in the never-ending queue,
On a road reflecting an infinite path in my rearview.
Slowly and slowly, it induces a demure attitude
Giving up on your jolly side along with it too.
Nothing is permanent under this changing blue
Except the blurry future covered with dew.
But instead of falling apart shortly
Look towards the dark side broadly
It made you realize that you are not alone totally.
Leaving behind all the delusion mindset
You walk towards your comfort nest
Away from the worries of the materialistic crew
Towards the dark side it is just you.
The eyes never have enough of seeing, The
ears are selective in listening. Chasing after the
wind is meaningless it can't be grasped, cease
From anger and folly for its meaningless. Material
things are accumulated material brands of all kinds
from clothes, shoes, jewelry, and fine foods still are
meaningless. Chasing the wind playing with folly and
toil, meaningless.
Tests will be given to explore what's true or false
chasing after the wind meaningless nothing was gained,
lost oneself and everyone that mattered and the facts
remains the wind will always surround the sun.
Christmas is not only about joy
It is also about getting new toys
It is about enjoying life
Though not solely about nice gifts.
Few celebrate Noel
Which is about the birth of Jesus
Who came among us to save us
And to pay our lofty and sinful bail.
Noel is the best time of the year
The season that all of us can bear.
Copyright © December 2017 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
It has been two years
I didn't go shopping
My shopping list left blank
Compare with last time
I went everyday
Though I bought little
But the cheapest bargains
Just wandering about most of the time
Killing time
And adding pleasure
I saved a lot
During MCO
And now I wonder
What should I put on the list
Suddenly I got the answer
I want to buy happiness, health and safety
And just these
No materialistic
But only spiritual
These I never think of befòre
But only after many people
Lost their lives
Happiness and health
During the epidemic of Covid 19
Only then and only then
I wake up
To do good
And to learn to behave always
As I am lucky to have the chance
And so you too
A world of varieties
To be developed
And to be chosen at random
The materialistic world flourishes
The commercial activities activate
The youngsters herald the changes
The currencies flow in and out
In a world of varieties
Everyone is pursuing the materialistic world iof varieties
And so money is the only target for hardworks and ambitions
To buy and possess abundantly
Varirties
In this world of varieties
What's in this Life?
It's nothing but conceited.
I'm afraid it will corrupt me
And make me obnoxious.
What's in this Life?
It's nothing but fraud,
Filled with stories and likes,
Statuses and calls.
Where is that simplicity?
The one that was once praised.
Which used to charm people,
And used to cut through every craze.
What is with the gazes?
That scrutinise your laces.
Why don't they understand?
Prada is worn by even the devil and his slaves!
God wants you to have the best
It's not about being rich
For all the pearls, gold and diamonds and material things
Shall burn up, so why praise and acuminate them
Watch out for those things you buy, steal or own
Over abundant burns
Materialistic
11/13/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Greed sparks
the ravenous cravings
of a secular mind.
With insatiable hunger
their spirits covet
desiring beyond need.
Insensitive humans
cannibalize their brothers
with no end in sight.
Where is compassion
when legalities
have no morals.
MATERIALISTIC
A MIST or ICE on a TRAIL, will not stop a MATERIALISTIC
Person who loves to shop, without paying heed
to the cost of purchase, buys for desire and greed
An automaton autocratically authorizes Avant-Garde accessories.
John Derek Hamilton
December 16,2015
2nd Place
Materialistic Sorrow
It’s not
a gun
Or
the funny rope
The crooked cross
On the pale tomb
Or leaf
of the wreath
Dog puking blood
And seeing
two moons
On a single perception
It’s all
a materialistic sorrow
And –
That’s what –
- I’m not
- talking about.
Demons all around me
Waiting to suck out my soul
Angels have also found me
Waiting for me to pay their toll
Rain falls downs on you
It drenches your cotton clothes
Piercing sun still surrounds you
Making dreary feelings decompose
Why are you touched by materials
The way I am touched by the mind?
You love the taste of your cereal
It reminds me of a simpler time
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