The older I get the more I grow
It’s apparent to me I do not know
There’s always something to learn
Keep on moving as the world turns
Why are instincts in animals so strong
To thrive and survive and carry on
Yet in some humans who have despair
Suicidal ideation thoughts are there
No one is perfect and minds can be
A source of pain a source of peace
Coloring life’s lenses we silver see
Sifting cleanses setting souls free
Do not forget in your pact with death
You may transfer pain to someone else
You must be certain that you persevere
Despite cherry challenges fuchsia fears
Lift up your spirits with the Holy Ghost
Always near us when we need Him most
Running out of steam.
Running low on fuel.
Got to feed the fire
Before the engines cool.
There’s no slowing down.
It’s not time to brake.
Got to forge ahead.
There’s too much at stake.
Ever on and up. Staying on the track.
There’s no giving up and I am never going back.
Chugging like that train struggling up the hill.
Trying hard to change from “think I can” to “Yes, I will.”
Everyone has doubts.
Everyone has fears.
They just drag you down.
Jamming up your gears.
Deep within your heart
You can feel the heat.
Keeps you moving on.
Helps you to compete.
Ever on and up. Staying on the track.
There’s no giving up and I am never going back.
Chugging like that train struggling up the hill.
Trying hard to change from “think I can” to “Yes, I will.”
Don’t mean to complain
But it’s getting hard
Pulling all this weight,
Dragging all these cars.
But dwelling on the pain
Only leads to fail.
I’m not made to fly.
I’m not built to sail.
Ever on and up. Staying on the track.
There’s no giving up and I am never going back.
Chugging like that train struggling up the hill.
Trying hard to change from “think I can” to “Yes, I will.”
Time, a pathway to the final end
Death, a pathway to a new beginning
Time and death are subtle allies
One to reveal, the other — a fulfilment
A sad one ponders alone under the night sky
Wondering at the beautiful tempest of life
Sick, secluded and submissive to the raining flows
His shimmering tears' lost in his vast but empty sighs
Now do the birds weep their supportive cries
The sorry breeze whooshes calm to his grieving spirit
The trees sway lightly to the band of night's wind
For so it is, the top one sings to nature, his strives
Man and nature thus resonated a hymn at night
An ode to the weak strength of man
Man and nature did chorus a hymn at night
A praise of man's perseverance against all odds
"I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... " Psalm 1:3
P ---------------------------- prayerful patience
E ENDLESS
R ---------------------------- relentless resolve
S ---------------------------- strategy of steel
E EFFORT
V ---------------------------- visionary vigor
E ENHANCES
R ---------------------------- reinforced reasoning
E EXPRESSION
Fly high little bird,
for one day, through gales you'll reach -
your destination.
03.31.2024
Competing against windy air
Doing its best to stay in flight
Wondered why it would even dare
As it wrestled with all its might
Pretty bird that was very small
A newborn of very few days
Yet the small, feathered one gave all
To make it through the turbulent maze
It perched on the lamp by my door
Worn from fighting with gravity
Thought, would my guest stay or just soar
To prove profound tenacity
My weathered friend with spirits high
Left the haven by my back door
Found its way back into the sky
Braver and stronger than before
Mother Nature’s lesson is true
The moment we become alive
Until life ends and our work through
One must persevere to survive
Learning to play piano again
I feel like a toddler learning how to walk
My fingers fumble and like a sin
A wrong note yells at the air
The note hangs choking melodies
My brain aspires to create
Oh how I miss my youthful fingertips
That were nimble flexible and accurate
Now nerve damage curves my abilities
And gasp I must ignore reading music
And adore grasping sound with ear
I am frustrated but of good cheer
For if a famed musician can not see
Yet plays beautifully I must not be weak
If a musician who becomes deaf
Still has the skill to work treble clef
I too must persevere and do well
Ancestors demand this of me
Express yourselves unabashedly my friends
Because no one can honestly give you a grade
Write your poems with your own hands
Make them natural, beautiful and homemade.
Don’t worry about foes, faux, aliens and others
Just do what you need to do my friends
To find good, fair, impartial or sagacious readers
Be creative or innovative to embark on your own trends.
All poems are important, relevant and famous
All poems are born from a particular or divine inspiration
Be bold, brave, controversial, generous and ingenuous.
Bias exists even in literary art poetry. Ignore the laughs
Continue writing. This world is full of odds, hurdles and gaffes
Be happy! It’s needless to yearn for a standing ovation.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my friend, Juan Felix Of Orlando and others.
Juan, I wish you a speedy recovery. You're in my thoughts, prayers and poems.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hey, that's me
Man, I was cute as I could be
If only I was a girl with my blue eyes and curly curls
Maybe that could've been me
Yo, that's me
Man, I was fast as I could be
If only I was a black kid that ran fast as I did
Maybe that could've been me
Ha, that's me
Man, I was funny as I could be
If only they laughed me instead of my a.d.d.
Maybe that could've been me
Yes, that's me
Man, I was smart as I could be
If only they seen the potential in me
Maybe that could've been me
Wow, that's me
Man, I was destin as I could be
I would of made a great daddy
Maybe that could've been me
Well, that's me
Man, of the man I could of been
If I only had a friend in the end
If only they had the chance to really know me
Maybe that could've been me, a happy me, a wealthy me, a better me
Maybe that could've been me
The me I was truly ment to be
Broaden your view… but narrow your focus.
Reach for the stars… but don’t lose your roots.
Don’t fear to dream… but keep your perspective.
Open your mind… but don’t forsake truth.
Try to be strong… but don’t condemn weakness.
Strive for horizons… but stay on the path.
Work for success… but don’t fear your failing.
Race for the finish… but not recklessly fast.
Hold your head high… but don’t look down on others.
Know what is yours… but be willing to share.
Live in the light… but don’t fear the darkness.
And when you feel lost, know that God’s always there.
And most importantly: persevere…
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Whish goes the breeze underneath wing
Slam goes the claws against the earth
Scratching to find the buried beings
Brown bugs worms hard at work jerked
Crush is the end of many of us
Not always meeting ideal end
Tis easier to win losing is tough
Smash path of white winged wins
Slithering worm who got away
lives to see despite no eyes
Squealing bird also is fair prey
To a monstrous cat purring pride.
Bling is the ring of sun shining
For worm the underdog persevered
Tomorrow’s singing bird will be flying
Win or lose a wiggling worm will appear.
Persevere
Desde sempre
pratique
persistir
e fazer
do continuar
um estilo de vida.
Restaure a fé
em si,
de segunda
a segunda
para sempre
faça mais
e mais.
Diretora
I've been trying to write a poem
Just to exercise my mind.
But it seems to take forever
Just to think up a couple of lines.
I find it so irritating
That I've wasted some much time
But in the end its been well worth it
Especially when the words all rhyme.
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I'm believing that next year,
will be better than the last,
One thing for sure,
I won't dwell in the past.
I cannot recall,
anything easy or simple,
The entire year,
I'm in pain and a cripple.
I can barely walk,
my hips will not engage.
I feel helpless,
and my temper is in a rage.
I'm not able to work,
you could say I'm a gimp,
Being handicapped,
no place for a wimp.
I can't get no help,
from social security,
Government offices,
run on inefficiency.
I'm not even able to get,
decent medical attention,
This blows my mind,
out of my comprehension.
I have a friend,
who helps take care of me,
Looks like old age,
is not hassle-free.
January first,
I will have Medicare,
They charge me 150.00 a month,
I have not a penny to spare.
I went to court,
a judge ruled in my favor,
This is where,
things began to waiver.
Every month,
I struggle to pay my rent,
Social Security,
gives me grief and torment.
I hang in there,
because this year will be a better year,
If nothing else,
I'm implored to persevere….
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As gentle as summer rain,
Your love refreshed me.
Time was spent, memories built, secrets shared;
Until one night we lost our grip on love’s translucent game.
As fragile as a crystal glass our new love shattered as it fell from our grasp.
Too soon we tried to touch it, hold it, claim it, as our own.
Too soon for it was much too new and better left alone.
You sorted pieces that were yours and I those that were mine;
Neither of us dared to touch the fragments left behind.
I watched you walk away with yours,
And there I sat with mine.
Tomorrow?
We might start anew to rebuild what we’ve lost.
For if we leave ourselves with only fragments of what might have been,
We’ll never taste the cool sweet wine
that would have filled the glass within.
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