Artificial Ignorance has finally come of age
Proving once again the age-old adage
“Garbage in, garbage out.”
What more could we possibly expect
When we program it to mine
The collective data of mankind?
When has the average view
Let alone consensus
Ever been right?
(8/14/26)
“A true friendship is a lifetime treasure” – Quote by Poet
Looking at the perennially full valley of river,
its ebullient water not stopping to flow ever,
I remembered the age-old adage,
a reality, the true friends are forever.
Ages ago on a summer dusk we had met
on the river front, the sun was sinking to set,
I saw trust glisten in colors in your intense eyes,
knew, its lasting hues our friendship would get.
Way out of distress in dark times I couldn’t find,
I found you like my second shadow right behind,
your supporting hands strongly clasping mine,
guided me to light, I followed you like a blind.
The sky fell, I was buried in the ruins of sorrow,
how to rise from debris of destiny I didn’t know.
You came to my wreck fleeting like a butterfly,
I learned to fly on wings of hope I could then grow.
The full moon made sequined stream for me to adore,
and I felt the ecstasy of life flow through my heart's core.
We swam together till dulcet dawn under starry sky,
knew, you’d be by my side, in my mind, forevermore.
For many years now I've been a crossword buff
Nowadays they are only cryptic but for me some are much too tough
It's always the Pommies who create the greatest challenge
The cryptics in their newspapers, The Guardian, The Times
if I can solve six clues, I feel I've got revenge
To ease some built up frustration, escape from spoonerisms and other things I sqizz
Revert to Code Crackers ( not that far gone yet}and the daily on line trivia quiz
Many years ago I worked with a man who I judged as totally insane
Give him a cryptic crossword all done within a flash every single day time and time again
There exists an old adage never judge a book by it's cover
There's a lot more to many people we will no doubt oft discover
It’s the last day of school and everyone is finally becoming friends
While we all start to understand
Old sad sentiments
I’m outside on the soccer field signing yearbooks
Name loopy
Hearts scribbled quickly
And for some reason the sun already seems to be setting
Mason and noah steal a kiss when they think no one is looking
Samantha gives her number to callie
It’s the last day of school and everyone is finally tolerating eachother
After years of longing to leave
We finally have a reason to stay
Those old sad sentiments suddenly seem cruel
And evil teachers cry while receiving hugs
The sun sets on one last day that you will all be together
The bus ride home is bittersweet
You let tears fall as my head rattles
Roughly on the window
Its my last day of school nd I hope that we will still be friends after this drive
When I move away
Call me when adages start to feel to accurate
Or when sad sentiments feel too real
I promise to always pick up the phone
Matthew 16:2-3
Amplified Bible, Classic Edition
2 He replied to them, [a]When it is evening you say, It will be fair weather, for the sky is red,
3 And in the morning, it will be stormy today, for the sky is red and has a gloomy and threatening look. You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times.
sunrise
watermelon
color two morns in a row
will the old adage come to life
is there a wild storm brewing
Let’s have an election
Mr Putin bravely said
Sadly any opponents
Seem to end up dead.
I want a democracy
Yet I’m accused of lying
But how can I help it if
Opponents keep on dying.
Over in Israel Mr Netanyahu
Seems to take full pride
As his sanctioned terrorists
Carry out their genocide.
They seem rather unwilling
To look at facts and learn
From that known old adage
A trod on worm will turn.
Over in America it appears
Democracy will take a thump
As masses mass to support
The apparently senile Trump.
The Champion of the West
Coming under world fire
For falling under the spell
Of a convicted fraud and liar
Our local ruling hypocrites
Intend to raise their pay
As the necessity for food banks
Increases each passing day.
Sunak boasts thing are improving
But doesn’t seem to understand
His was the party in power
That brought chaos to this land.
Over the world people starve
As world temperature rise
Essential polar ice caps
Inexorably decrease in size.
Nobody really much cares
About the catastrophe ahead
Why worry about events due
Long after they’ll be dead.
Practice makes perfect, is an old adage
but it’s up to us to choose skills to hone,
which satisfies desires that in heart rage
and if resolve be steadfast, we will own
the magical flow, as rapture full blown.
Let us then oh wise one, choose God-connect,
pulse of love detect, let it grown unchecked,
recognising He dwells within each form,
correcting consciousness till soul’s perfect,
as formless presence tranquil in life’s storm.
Sweet thoughts, rainfall
It's just that kind of day
Sitting in my favorite chair
Words here on display
Before too long a finished post
A new morning bouquet
That's meant to say ILU
And get you on your way
For you to know that I'm right here
And that I'm always TAY
Just message me and you'll receive
Response without delay
And even intermittent
I'm still not far away
Anything concerning you
Is never done halfway
My dreams of us together
Span quite the vast array
But there's one recurring dream I have
Its substance I'll convey
It's...
A first class French excursion,
A personal chalet,
Long and lazy afternoons
At quaint outdoor cafés
Romantic Paris evenings
A Moulin Rouge soiree
Moonlight strolls along The Seine,
Then up Champs Elysees
Sup late European-style
That's how they do it anyway
Why not? Just like the old adage,
"When in France," they say
And when the final curtains close
On our self-directed play
'Tis the season to head back home
And prepare to hit the hay
Then just before you fall asleep
A few things if I may:
One, I love you very much
Two, with me forever stay
Let sunshine rule news on front page,
But where’s its old dreamy image?
Where those soft strokes of blue,
Ochre, green, purple hue,
Monetisque summer’s old adage?
Mild tone nor yet tenor,
Heat there’s real, not Renoir,
It’s Earth’s revenge or Sunny rage?
____________________________________
Happenings |08.07.2023| summer
Poet’s note: Time was when summer had an air of romance; time was when Impressionist style painters painted summer with soft strokes of light blue; time was, summer was just an absence of harsh winter in Europe, and a heat wave there was anything above 25 degree C, and in India, 45 degree C, but no longer. To add to all this are widespread forest fires. Sure, the heat is real, no longer the romantic soft strokes of Renoir.
All soldiers are great and brave
Except the ones that many cowards
Use to commit crimes against the enslaved
Citizens, who disobey the laws of the fake lords.
Many so-called law enforcers are not soldiers
If they were, they would have been more righteous
Because good soldiers fought against the palavers
Of the criminals and the injustices of the bad judges.
"Old soldiers never die", said the old adage
Old soldiers have fought against tyranny
Old brave soldiers have fought for liberty.
All good soldiers are trained to defeat injustice
Though not all in military uniforms are sage
And disciplined like warriors who yearn for peace.
Copyright © November 11,2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
an old adage affirms, ‘I Am That’
perhaps a clarification is needed
‘I Am That and That is not in mind’
So drop thought, ego begot
Abiding in absolute silence
That false identity drops
Revealing eternal truth
Recognition is the key
31-March-2023
our true essence is love and light
self-existent, luminous and eternal
it is as it is and cannot be diminished
although for now this knowing is veiled
so when the dust of ignorance is removed
there’s no difference between Buddha and us
our soul’s journey from ignorance to wisdom
is merely the dropping away of false identity
which requires cessation of fear and desire
rooted in identification with organic form
no sooner our orientation is void centric
mirror of delusion shatters; we’re free
to some it may sound disappointing
but in truth that’s all there is to ascent
when ego dies, we appear as twice born
although in truth no one came, no one left
we may liken it to waking up in the lucid dream
recognising the truth of the old adage ‘I Am That’
11-March-2023
One day I sat silently thinking,
"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,"
and realized that old adage is completely all wrong.
Opinions produce nothing of value,
and can be potentially dangerous too,
so no one is entitled to their own opinion in truth,
if only the above an opinion will produce.
If your opinion is in regard to a particular problem,
then follow up your opinion with a feasible solution.
Now it's no longer your opinion.
Now it's your hypothesis worth testing,
which could very possibly lead towards a proven solution,
but an opinion alone, on its own produces absolutely nothing.
"Keep your opinions to yourself,"
unless you have a hypothesis worth testing to back it as well.
On this old adage, let's ponder
'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'
So when we feel from God distance
Know He’s within and not yonder
We look to God for assistance
But ego offers resistance
So we feel separate from source
Not quite aligned with existence
When we feel stirrings of remorse
For our wayward thoughts and deeds coarse
Tremulous heart for God's grace pines
'Tis then soul and darkness divorce
When head and heart with love aligns
We play our role as God assigns
Fears and desires in time recede
His light within finally shines
Love and light as our sturdy steed
All we do is follow it's lead
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
We become God’s light, as decreed
09-February-2023
Bliss nectar flows, our spine's aglow,
a rapture peaked and yet mellow.
We're tranquil through life's highs and lows.
Our spine's aglow, bliss nectar flows.
Since God's everywhere, look within,
first making our heart free from sin,
That His love with our soul can pair;
look within, since God's everywhere.
God's got our back, an old adage,
felt within body by the sage,
who feels therefore, no sense of lack;
an old adage, God's got our back.
Living light's crystallised here now
within mind-body, don't ask how.
What matters is, God's realised.
Here now, living light's crystallised.
10-October-2022
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