Achievements are like freshly picked fruit
They taste good, but they have the dirt of mistakes on them
It’s never good to ignore that dirt,
Always wash your fruit before you enjoy it.
Some people drink the dirty water instead,
Choosing to focus on the bitterness of the dirt instead of indulging in the sweetness of the fruit.
Other people choose to always indulge in the fruit, but then grow surprised when the fruit no longer tastes the same after awhile
Don’t let your fruit grow sour,
But don’t let the bitterness of dirt overpower you
As I sit in the silence, by my choice,
I wait to hear, my favorite voice.
That gentle whisper, in the midst, you see,
as He begins speaking to me, in poetry.
I have my paper and my pen,
for I never know, when He will begin.
I write down, what He speaks to me,
and in each one, are truths you see.
Truths that makes life better, all the way around,
these truths were sought for, before they could be found.
They all may seem so simple, till you try to do,
but as you work through them, they become a part of you.
Things are not always, as they seem to be,
so I write about them, in my poetry.
He took the foolish things, to confound the wise,
as the truths they twist, just to make them lies.
He takes the smallest things, to overpower the strong,
as He makes right, where we once were so wrong.
He wants us to see Him, as a Father, because He cares,
and in words of poetry, His love He shares.
If you believe in God, then you know my words are true,
for the words in my poetry, is a confirmation, to you.
You know exactly, what I mean you see,
because He is a Father, to both you and me!
Between the last drift of one thought
and the unsure lift of the next ,
there’s a bit of open space-
where the mind finally rests,
when it just stops.
Nothing lifts.
Nothing sinks.
The pull of wanting softens
like a tide that has run out of push.
In that quiet empty space,
light doesn’t try to overpower shadow
and shadow doesn’t step aside.
They just sit together
in their slow , patient way.
And I, letting go of the names I hold,
stand still
between past and future.
It is not revelation.
It is not bliss.
It is the gentle unmaking
of the part of me that keeps watch in the quiet.
A stillness wide enough to hold all,
and calm enough to take nothing.
A quiet place the heart knows:
the heart was never divided.
written_12022025_Don Mueang
“ Everything is fair
in Love and War.”
Why It is said so ?
Root cause is Ego.
‘Ego’ is itself selfish : No doubt.
Self -Centred : Absolute .
Most condemned word is “WAR “ !
No explanation is needed : Most clear !
Mainly to overpower other
Races, Nations, those are
weaker !
Whatever :
Only Common people are sufferers.
Tormentors are Invaders !
Mostly political Leaders.
No wonder !
Entire blame goes to administration -
obstructing progress of civilisation.
Humans mainly fight
violating human rights !
War entwined with selfish ego
somehow to forego ~
Selfish Ego to demolish ….
Peace and love to cherish !
To attain perfect civilised world
From dictionary, remove the word
‘WAR’
forever.
WE’RE NOT POWERLESS
We have the power
To overpower mongers;
Let’s out-power them:-
With powering faith and hope,
Let’s reflect empowerment!
No I don't like long nails
And yes my relationships end soon
But it hurts because I care about my relationships more than my nails
The nailpolish doesn't stay on usually
And my acts of love aren't compromised
But the only stain that gets deeper into my heart is of heartache
I bite my nails often
And trust my love a lot
But at the end the claws of lust are the ones that overpower
I sit and write on the dog porch
an area we had fenced in for our two loves.
Giant puppies who often overpower us.
Not intentionally.
But they can knock me over with a tail flick.
I am heavy, but I am old.
~ The sting of death will always bring pain ~ grieve in peace ~
quote by poet
Every day he brings flowers to the place where the ashes are buried
The pain is at times unbearable, a dark g a t e
It takes years to learn to bear grief with grace and acceptance
Thoughts surround, envelop and overpower him completely
He can barely m u t t e r her name without crying
She placed her smile as a blooming j e w e l
Touches the s h a d o w, angels don't fall from the sky
As Time Traveller through ages
getting scope to watch and assess
Civilisation on progress
struggling in different stages.
World full of of lies and malice
each person , state, country or race
to be ready to start and face
a life style , free from prejudice .
One Religion ' Humanity '
to be accepted globally
being perfect rationally :
For progress, that’s priority.
Difference in religion
and attempt to overpower
are reasons of conflicts and war.
‘ Humanity’ : the solution.
Humankind still uncivilised,
not respecting moral values .
Truth and honesty of no use.
Love and compassion, not realised.
Time traveler sending messages :
‘Love for all be spontaneous
Be righteous, not religious.’
Eternal truth runs through ages.
My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human
Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water.
Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter?
There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not.
Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot.
As a small drama that is enacted within a long play
Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray?
Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil?
Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval.
Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness
Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness?
Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations
Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?
No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
Love has the power to muzzle
Shackle, overpower, direct and destroy
Love can be a very volatile or hazardous toy.
As soon as one is somewhat comfortable
Love shows her ugly fangs on the table
Love is not always a beautiful spring.
Love behave like a cunning chameleon
Love behaves like an uncommon phenomenon
No one can completely comprehend this thing.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
some people retain their natural goodness
from their babyhood days, doing the right thing
these are the thinkers who wait their turn
do not jump in and correct people or overpower other’s thoughts
by interrupting, cajoling, teasing, or being devil’s advocate
I like these people. they are included in my tribe
I know ten of them; they are my posse
they are wholesome and kind
often do not get along with each other
but they all like me
that is what I have to go on
and count on
Alfred Hitchcock
Filmed movies about folks which stalk.
If you watch one, don't let your fears overpower
You, or you'll never get into the shower!
Hitchcock is known to have been very fond
Of beautiful ladies whose hair was quite blond.
Kim Novak and Grace Kelly
Make men's brains turn to jelly,
And, also, this filmgoer to respond!
Ten times, I've watched every film Hitchcock has made!
Let's watch one in my lonely motel, can I persuade?
You know, maybe, one thing might lead to another,
But I'm not sure it would be OK with Mother.
The strong are always to blame for the powerless:
The rulers come up with the best of intent
It doesn’t take efforts to overpower us
Having police and stern judges at hand
Once deemed as the victims of a failed state
We turned up to convicts for waging a war
Though war is not ours to make, its too late
Our explanations won’t work anymore
The world is in full right to its imperfections
It uses quite often this right to impose
Further restrictions, in spite of objections
Why should it happen this way, no one knows
Proficient philos deny a free will
Well concealed apophatic god makes a call:
Some live in peace, some are destined to kill
Some are claimed guilty for nothing at all
Servants of power, warriors of cancelling
Criminalize me as much as you can
Ban all my cards, stop me from travelling
Save from my coming your prosperous land
According to the conservation of matter
I’m your anti-power, with all that implies
In your fictional wholeness I’m one of the shatters
Living one of those many fragmentary lives.
There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said.
We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads.
He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us.
I know you know about Peter, he said. He’s an ornery cuss!
Peter the Pelican is actually trying to get us all to agree.
To overpower the captain and have a gay mutiny
We did not know what to do, so we lied through our teeth.
He did not believe some of us, we walked the plank and fell underneath.
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