He gave me a gift, terribly good-
but it was clearly misunderstood.
Good grief, what does it do?
looks pretty ugly too!
Like huge chunky goggles, there it stood.
Deafening silence came over me!
Seriously funny, for you see
this was his only choice?
For me there was no voice?
A cruel kindness- how can this be?
The sound of silence he broke with shout-
Falsely true is what this is about!
Awfully good, you see-
virtual reality!
Definite maybe, you will freak out!
Alone together, now bittersweet
our short minor crisis, we did meet!
In a true fiction world
open secrets unfurled!
These chunky goggles cannot be beat!
Looking for a bittersweet beginning of the end,
Walking on and on straight round a bend -
I came upon a genius (so crazy),
Scrolling clearly confused with focus (so hazy)
Staring at his In-mail that he couldn't send!
Composed: 23rd August, 2026
I am a liberal conservative
who is confident when nervous.
Living as a pessimistic optimist,
I imagine what the worst is
only to quickly dismiss this.
As a depressed, joyous person
my moods are rarely self-chosen.
My dumbness is quite intelligent
and both are often equally lent
to my love I freely see spent.
Fragile coats all my strength.
So shy is my boldness length
it forms soft iron clad links.
I love to both dance and sing,
but have no rhythm or tune zing.
I am content being domestic
until stress turns my calm hectic
and I loudly whimper for a peptic.
I make serious, snap decisions
within many days of quickness.
I believe the world needs rules
for me to follow as I choose.
Awake, I dream of the 1800’s -
a rustic life with modern plumbing.
On and off contradictions do not stay gone.
I hope it's all right to think this wrong.
The silent letters were not happy.
They wanted someone to notice what they did.
The k from knife walked in first,
but his arrival slipped past their eyes.
The w from write brought a pen.
The g from gnome brought tea.
The b from doubt raised his hand and asked - “Does anybody notice me?”
They shared their little troubles,
and joked about being ignored.
They lived inside familiar words,
but stayed quiet all along.
Then an oxymoron walked in
with a strange expression of his own.
“I’m an honest liar,” he said,
“I’ve been this way awhile.”
“I’m a pretty ugly genius
they told me so.
I’m seriously funny,
with my own confusing style.”
The letters shared a silent joke.
The visitor laughed along.
It was a gathering with no noise at all,
where the quiet letters finally got noticed.
Silent Letters and Oxymorons
Contest Judged: 9/2/2026 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
(1st Place)
A contradiction in terms
strange as it may seem
the strawberry is not a berry
tho' does go well with cream
and you may stop along the way
to smell them in the rose family
as botanically-speaking
it's a fruit actually
with seeds on the outside
suck it and see
pick one or two perhaps pluck a few
to make jam on scones for tea
As an all or nothing person,
I'd say I'm "Consistently Inconsistent"
When there's an elephant in the room
You hear that "Deafening Silence"
Its the "Same Difference" to others,
Whatever decision you make.
Too many "Perfectly Imperfect"
Strawberries will give you belly ache.
It's "Seriously Funny" how
Oxymorons can be written!
Although I enjoy writing,
It's my "Unbiased Opinion"
We always try to "Act Naturally"
To be true to all and to self.
If not, things can get "Pretty Ugly"
And won't help our mental health.
A "Random Order" of events
Sends routines in to a "Tidy Mess"
"Unconsciously Aware" of change,
Chaos is a "Sure Bet"
The weather can be "Faithfully Unreliable"
One can get caught in its deceit -
The choice to put the washing out
Is one that's "Bittersweet"...
And so, if in conclusion,
You feel confused.com,
Then this is clear as mud to you!
I'd say my work is done.
(Remember that no one can assail, but Christ the Candlestand, can remove that candlestand, and can rip that veil, even as Hell will not prevail from His attack.) Matthew 16;18
(“For we can do nothing against the truth, but [only] for the truth.” 2 Corinthians 13:8)
Christ is referred to as both Lion and Lamb (Revelation 5:5-6). In Him is peace (Isaiah 11:6). He will bring about peace as we struggle (with Him at our side, as our Guide) being conformed from the “old man” to the “new man”. Romans Chapter 6
[1] Revelation 3:20
[2] John 8:58
[3] John 10:11; 1 Peter 2:25
[4] Malachi 3:2
[5] Haggai 2:8 Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
[6] Galatians 6:2
[7] Psalm 119
[8] Psalm 23:4
[9] Ephesians 5:15
[10] Isaiah 11:10
[11] Colossians 3:1-11
[12] Matthew 16:17-19
BEEMED MOON
The moon, seeking light,
Nightly sneaks out to sunbathe;
Her fulfillment gained:-
What a phenomenal thing!
Sunbathing during the night:-
quick as a molten drop of wax
running down a dying candle,
a single drop of salty tear
left her sunken eyes' boundary
making its way downwards and fell
without a sound, crashing in bits,
like pulverized shards of glassware.
no one heard her soul's silent scream!
Alone in a crowd, together
with you, can be awfully good.
I am a cheerful pessimist
and so clearly misunderstood.
Eloquent silence, no dull roar
and some festive tranquility;
you are my magic realism-
my comfortable misery.
ALONE IN A CROWD
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
she’s alone in the bustling crowd~
around her, river of faces,
a current of hurried footsteps,
briefcases bumping, hushed goodbyes
archipelago of motion
no one notices her quietness~
train arrives, and she steps forward
departure’s anonymity
I think I am an oxymoron
quite different but the same.
Understanding less is more
Subdued, yet can’t be tamed.
I’ll split in two while being whole
ditzy and still brainy.
Make many plans without a goal
be sad while being zany,
Have champagne taste with beery purse
find ugly very pretty.
Feel really blessed that I’m so cursed
quite stupid when I’m witty.
You see, there’s more than one of me
sometimes I’m up when down.
Politely rude when wrong but right
Show then a smiling frown.
Clearly confused, I know I am
more forward than behind.
Get close to you while staying free
be stingy when I’m kind.
Loud silence lets me contemplate
and dream when I’m awake.
To keep in front, I must backdate
my words, just give or take.
When my batteries run low
My cogs screech, the spinners
And my eyes grow dimmer
And I'm walking numb
When my batteries run low
Their double A selves
Marked with gold and black positives
Or silvery white negatives
A living ying and yang
For the future, past, and present
When my batteries run low
The water evaporates me
And overwhelms me dearly
And I'm living numb
When my batteries die low
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
A prolonged loud silence
Shattering my belief
Baffling my spirit
Summoning an inevitable end
Of what we had between us
Shunning my existence
Severing the bond that tied us
The heart lies bruised by the callous attitude
And distance grows further between us
Nothing it seems stays forever.
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