Option
You write the script
You can go to the drawing board anytime
You can live in darkness
Or walk in the light
You can live in sadness
Or be happy with life
You can be disappointment
Or you can rejoice
You can live in defeat
Or be triumphant
You can be mediocre
Or climb to greatness
You can travel the easy road
Or take the path less traveled
You can lay in bed
Or you can grind
You can except things the way they are
Or can change them all
YOU CHOSE
You are not an option but a choice,
and you will be till the end,
I never thought I'll say you this
but now you mean much more than just a friend!
When I look at you,
I get lost in those beautiful eyes,
I want to keep looking
but the time flies
I keep on waiting for your reply
for your every text
Whenever I see a couple
I wish we would be next
There's a lot in my heart
but words are few
Everytime I see you,I fall for you
Still everytime,it's new!
When life brings us what it brings us
We must never ignore the option of UP
Look up
Get up
Stand up
Sit up
Climb up
Lift up
Firm up
Rise up
Step up
Rouse up
Stir up
Move up
Scale up
Gather up
Regardless of what life brings us
Recovery follows when we explore the option of UP
friends from an other mother
ties mightier than blood
we gather here and there
the family we deserve
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Freedom provides the option
To thrive while unrestrained
By individual circumstances
By the self-serving demands of others
By our own compelling pain
Freedom provides an opening
For truth to roam free
Sometimes hurting, sometimes humbling, sometimes healing
Sometimes returning to its owner
A long-lost key
Freedom provides an opportunity
To test the boundaries of our souls
To examine the framework of our egos
To recalculate the sum of expenses
That renders us whole
War
War
is not
an option.
A way of life
ruined by death and
destruction for those who
don’t make the decisions when
and where to fight someone who the
leaders don’t like or want to conquer.
In the end, no one comes out the winner.
I never thought about being here,
Merely as an option.
To someone, I can’t adore
But also to the one I can’t bestow.
These waves of misperceptions,
Creates a sense of insecurity,
As I juggle myself back and forth.
Those hearty chapters now come to an end.
My broken pieces are craving to be restored,
But your hammer of rejection,
Knocks me down as I try to heal.
The turmoil within me has become unbearable,
Breaking me through.
you can't be enthused graphite
write verse of my happiness
be eraser of solace
scrub my scarred sorrow
Between life and swords
I prefer both circumstance
Love's eternal words.
If you can't become a creative quill
to write a poem of my joy and happiness,
be an empathy eraser of solace
to swab the scribble of my sorrow and pain.
down into the valley of doubt, my demons haunt
hauling in all mannerisms with glaring despair
My nights just day without light
in the glee, hopes and dreams
In my human spirit is the mystery of life
with a racing mind; this cruel world
where hard work never pay
with frustrations; a daily dose
Then I sit up into the empty night
checking my clock it's three AM
twisting and turning to ponder over my well known frustrations
my youthful dreams shadow all the contributory
sparking memories of a once promising future
flourishing businesses at 22
a happy family at 23
a car at 24
a happy serving christian in the sanctuary
a generational inspiration;
touching lives as I am touched.
all swept under
To misery-filled life where
The thought of hope is bare
struggles and despair
sparking this thought of dare
quiting this so called school of life
Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.
I love fighters, who are not backstabbers,
I don't like haters or fake lovers,
I adore freedom fighters
As I abhor bullies and predators.
I love the underdog,
Who works smart, trains hard
And who fears neither fire nor fog.
That doesn't mean I like Mr. or Ms. Frog,
The one who will commit fraud
In order to win like a casuistic coward.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
We asked her to sing at a certain range. What she had been used to
was changing the tempo to recreate the song: but we hired her
with instructions. We had to retool her gifts. We hired a training coach
with instructions and examples. We wanted to teach and inform since
she had know formal training. During the lessons she said to me
" the way I was raised; you wouldn't let people know these things
cause then everybody would think they were pro!" I told her if everybody
you knew would be interested in this project I would hire them to
support you and your effords at success: not to allow them to bring our project asunder. She then told me: " that Ole Gal of Glotta would come up in here
take the instruction and rail and rile through the lyrics like Lottadale"
Who's Lottadale I asked and she said it was just sometime they said in the woods, when they were camping and stuff. I toold her well follow the instructions and don't flake up the pieces like LottaDale! More flowing and
less recitative: soothing rich tone rich singing. Aria , Aria with background ah-ooh ah's! He told me. Learn it and do it natural, when you have accomplished this you can do anything you want!
I love explicit solitude rather
than the complice light
that barely distinguishes us
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