Mutilation by failing to teach good ways, like growing a family and having dignity.
Mutilation by allowing evil ways to flourish and killing and destroying all of God's good ways.
Mutilation can come in many ways, it can destroy you before you can even think clearly and maturely or even be born.
The brain is said to fully develop late in the 20, so before that it may be under attack by others that want you to be destroyed before you can think or see the evil plan that you are under attack.
Jesus was under attack before he was born, King Herod ordered all the male children in Bethlehem under two to be killed.
So be aware and take care, pray and love, and choose life and God as you walk through this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
(a simple breakup, in Senryus)
I said I’m “fine,” which
was absolutely true - just
not where he’s concerned.
Our story ended,
a cancelled series without
lesson or climax.
I was proud of us,
we ended things maturely,
no one told the truth
He wasn’t in my
life but somehow he never
left my contact list
.
.
A song for this:
Only the lonely by the Motels
Our relationship is on shaky ground
We don't kiss each other like before
We don't say hello and goodbye anymore
We give each other the runaround
For the grace of God
We need to sit down to talk things over
We need the help of the Lord
Countless serious promises were made
That we must keep, cherish and honor
We must always sleep in the same bed
Until the end of time, until eternity
We must behave and act maturely
We must discuss everything thoroughly
We must smile and be nice to each other
We must live in peace and in harmony
And our love and passion must last forever.
Copyright © January,2019 Hebert Logerie All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
2025.1.4
Happy New Year, my dear.
How were your holidays,
While your second home was closed.
Just wonder how you would feel if you find out,
I have been confiding my feelings for you to strangers.
Our days at your second home and my quarter.
The time we enjoyed each other company,
Shared our favorites and past life stories.
Our shopping, preparing, cooking and consuming food,
Which were simple delicious and nutritious.
I could not help sharing with people about my feelings,
Just like you can't help ending our relationship.
I have decided to let the friendship flame on,
Not because I wanted to use it to melt your heart,
Simply to keep me company while writing the feelings on my part.
Now, everything has fallen apart,
To such an extend you must choose different paths,
To avoid walking pass my place.
Travel between your home and second home.
Really, was that really necessary?
Grow up and behave maturely.
From the day
That dates your day
Till this very morning
Your look is adorning
Oh dear friend so kind
Your acts blow my mind
I remembered my schedule
When we're both at school
Many are times you come
To fill a space like a mum
That my absence is duly right
Demands on me were so tight
My assignment became yours
Already yours are enough chores
Yet you stand for the compliment
At will added mine as supplement
What a selfless act actualizing deeds
That define heart's acts pictorial reads
Till night maami, continue growing
Let your days' praises be glowing
May your birthday be fruitful
Counting blessings; how thankful
In grace prospect, enjoy the spark
This moment splashes on its mark
Deborah is nicer
Maturely wiser
Than ever before
And friendly to the core
As years come and go
Take pride in care not ego
That your happiness
Continues to grow
In peace full of coziness
To make documents blow
How your dreams in fun
Fulfill destiny under the sun
Be a historically significant lady
Filled with pleasure in Christ
Who isn't deficient or shady
Of days taking delight in tryst
#LONGLIFEISCERTAINDEAR
I have a feeling it's a little weird feelings for a long time
Both A feeling of remorse,a feeling of happiness .
It's about the growing up of my age little by little
Oh!what should I feel,oh !what should I do to stop
It's telling me the time is running but what do I want exactly
To be at a young age feeling life as an excitement tour
Or to be maturely growing and taking life as an adventure
The new friends for supporting me,or the old friends for fun
Oh !dear do not leave me behind for I have known this confusion
As I note this to myself and I leave myself no choice but to be happy
This little weird feelings are not fear but are of saudade dear
That everyone will go through reminding myself that I am not the weird one
It's my neighborhood
Yet I happen to be here
First time in this spot
in 14 years
As the name shows
The road has a grove of apple trees
Two in front and hundreds behind the stone fence
Stop my brisk walk
Look up at one immaturely green and one maturely reddish
Every life stage is beautiful...
I was supposed to be at the store
at 1:00pm
and so resumed my walk
The road is white
Nobody but my shadow
No sound but the cicadas,
and the song, "Solsbury Hill"
by Peter Gabriel
in my heart
You’re right: A COVID poem
You’re right
I’m right
We agree
We talked it over and realized
That we were putting each other at risk
So we decide
Together
Maturely
On the phone
We cannot meet each other in these times
We cannot touch each other in these times
It puts both of us at risk
What if I infected you?
No
What if you infected me?
No
So we talked it over
We agreed
I’m right
You’re right
You came like an unveiled chameleon
Tried so hard to study the nature of the environment it’s into
Maturely penetrated through our minds
Fueled our behaviour which engulfs in a smoke
It chameleon character which faded and changed into our flames
And furtherly flared the smoke up and turn it into an unextinguished fire
Always hope extinguishing that fire will be impossibly unremedious
What a chameleon you are
In an environment you wish not to get rid of
What characters have we possess that you so much cherish
What blessing have you been to us
A giant wall has been built with your initiation
A companion we have enjoy
In your initiation we have succomb.
I had gone to this spot to pray
on a mid-afternoon street in the city
so busy the cars rarely make time to drive
as they sit for hours and hours on end
where I got the vague sense of familiarity
commonly experienced cloud-watching
when you see a single cloud, all alone,
way way up in the endless sky you just know
is about to change forms from a beach-ball
to an elephant then into an elephant balancing
a beach-ball at the tip of its trunk
before the sun swallows the whole dang circus whole
right before a thunderstorm rolls in
to remind you that without a dang umbrella
- of potential spots you could have come to -
this particular spot is good a pick as any;
so I sat down on the spot and crossed my legs
like a proud Native American
(or disgusting American hippie, depending)
pulling a squished ham sandwich bleeding
mayo and mustard into its proper plastic body bag
from my back-hip pocket and in one bite
swallowed the whole dang thing whole just in time
for the 2:30pm metro bus to repay the favor
to my forehead, which does feel better, thanks, God,
but you’re an a-hole for even asking.
5/28
Encounter
A day of mindless lonely wanderings found
Me within an unfamiliar country inn
set maturely in trees at a crossroad's square
The lobby done in tweed and pine
The club chairs large promising comfort
Their arms dressed in fresh draped crewel
Near the fire in a fieldstone hearth
A stranger sits lithely in tailored wool and
Silken blouse long legs demurely crossed
above sensible mid brown walking pumps
A slight handsome woman her pensive eyes
in the middle distance of focused concentration
She exudes a pervasive sense of boyant
middle age and warm demeanour violet eyes
Yardley's Lavender and rich chestnut hair
My entrance brings her face and smile to mine
She rises fluidly walks to me wraps both arms
Around one of mine looks up into my eyes
And speaks
I wished you here... And here you are
Two decades plus something and counting
My life in this world is taking shape finally
The Twists and turns of the world I'm now understanding
And I'm beginning to treat life more maturely
Fast forward to the not so distant future
I see myself a married and established being
Instilling into my children a wonderful culture
And strapping them in my SUV so we can go sightseeing
All said and done, today happens to be my birthday
I've had so many good wishes from friends and acquaintances
Hoping i enjoy to the fullest this wonderful day
This day will certainly leave fond memories
We made plans while watching stars
Your words as sincere as a clown’s
All those dreams, lied, lay in the ground
Just run away from, from all you could have
I’m all you could have, it’s the truth
All those hours and days wasted on dreams
Dreams that I could see as reality
but Impatience is you
Oh no,
waiting for things maturely would not do
In retrospect maybe I should be glad,
I’m free from all the grief you brought,
All that grief you had, you’re so sad
Sad and pathetic
Bear a little burden and you always let it win
Always choosing a grimace instead of a grin
I know you less than yesterday and
for this reason, I must go;
For, I reminisce the closeness that
We no longer show.
Time has shown us no amends for
That feeling gown astray,
And we cannot keep on going
Pretending not to be that way.
We used to be friends, not just
Lovers in the night
Together, we’d laugh and play
Now, all we do is fight.
And, we mustn’t be imprisoned by
Shadows of love past
But maturely both admit
Our love just didn’t last.
We both shield our hearts, so
They’ll never hurt again
Let go instead of holding on and
Here again, we must pretend.
Maybe someday, We’ll learn to
Let our love shine through
But as for me, now’s not the time
Or maybe not with you.
I turned around
On the march towards tomorrow
And intensely screen yester-days
With the lens of critical thought
That provoke tears with frowns and a rising smile
Deeds I'll differently do
If time can be backwheeled
And offer a chance of recreation,
Filled those gone days
Of poor uncalculated judgements
Pain and forlon it often advance
In its undodgeable remembrance
For all it mostly yielded
As time had progressed
Seems a pack of depressive backwardness
Failure begets unappreciated credits
But here emerges a smiling face
In a teething and crippled toddler
That now maturely walks
With peer frightening confidence
Won't be blinded to new fault
I'll appraise the gains of yesterday's failure
That induced today's smile
And paint tomorrow
On a brightly admirable canvas.
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