Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.
Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.
Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013
can I write a poem
or only rhyme
I’m not sure where I’m goin’
it’s one word at a time
like data through a modem
still, I hope for the sublime
a psychospiritual novum
to delight a reader's mind,
show how jaded skepticism is ho-hum,
and like sex, ecstatically manifest the divine
.
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A song for this:
The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows by Gang of Youths
Palo Alto by Jack River
A sole dilemma is one's own mindset.
All are ideal in the absence of erudition.
Nothing needs changing in the intellect.
Mental woes arise if struck by tradition.
The globe is presently dozing in harmony.
Let me meander as geese chirp a melody.
Upon the time the queen is writing a poem.
For the pioneer yet was careful of a totem.
Prompt the stars I can identify the sheen.
Located near the grave of the killed queen.
With reverberation of misery rolling endlessly
Inside restrictions of the area of personality.
Let the story finally develop, my novum.
This is the halcyon conclusion of my poem.
Written: July 16, 2022
From afar your shining mien
I have espied with Ero’s awe;
And though I’ve with wobbles
Your fine shores trodden raw,
That testing main I now must
Tour with unhesitating resolve;
And feast on your tartest crust.
As peregrinating king of the sky
His regal gyre at last completes,
And as old voyage yields to new,
Your lone disciple cedes deceits
And throbs that blest sages slew.
With naught but puerile allegiance
And steeliest zeal for salient ways,
He pledges every unflagging loyalty
Till the close of his meliorating days.
Wonder and Despair,
Twin brothers born of our need to know;
These the tainted fruits
These the light and dark
Born of laboring knowledge.
Learning's vanities
Illuminate the limits.
The hard currency
Of humility,
The price of Nature's secrets.
So we find ourselves
Hung amid infinities...
Below, Forever.
Above, Forever.
Grains on a beach, we between.
We explain the world
As it defines us, laughing:
Creatures of a day,
Playing at Godhood
See our insignificance.
Less than angelic,
More than bestial, we strive,
Sailing on our thoughts
To the antipodes
Of Being, on the ship named
Novum Organon,
Sails full of a wind of words
Towards those pillars
At the narrow strait
Of wisdom: Wonder, Despair.