Right now I’m at peace
Right now I’m happy about how everything is
Letting go of you was the best thing I did for myself
It’s so easy to smile
I enjoy the day and I barely have anything negative to say
It took a lot to get where I am right now
I use to pray for better days
For God to take the pain away
It took so long to find my worth and to remember what I deserve
It took forever for me to see myself through my own lens and not yours
It’s my decision to figure out what I deserve
It took so long to get to this place
I was so afraid of being alone
I was so scared of the unknown
Right now I’m embracing being alone
I’m ready and inviting the unknown
Right now the sun is shining brightly
Being far away from you is where I want to be
Im happy and I’m at peace
You don't need to be, anybody else but you
Because only you can see, what the world is to you
You take all you know, and apply it life
Because what you're looking for, is a way to survive.
My mother said son, why do you worry so young?
For you don't need to think, about the earth so deep.
Though if you insist son, then I will help you along,
For anyday now son, well darling, you could be gone.
But you're here right now.
You're here right now that's all that's relevant she'd say,
Keep on the road to be free everyday.
Happiness does not have tomorrow
It does not have yesterday
It does not remember the past
Does not think about the future
It has the present
Not a day, but a moment.
Reason #357 why I can't Write right now
Something inside me must be on strike
I 've gone quiet waiting for the voice inside
Not a whimper sounds, only an empty rattle echos through my chest
The synapses just won't connect
It's not as if I've stopped feeling
But it seems I've become out of my own reach
The glass is full to the brim and as hard as I push it's secrets still won't spill
Every night I dream of water
Facing down tidal waves, standing in torrential rain
Barefoot, and waist deep in the river of my own soul
I smile as the waves get higher, and the ground pools around my feet
Open up the floodgates and let me be free
I scream
But still there is nothing.......
Right "now"
Is what is happening
Reading these words
As teapot whistles
Prompts and disturbances
Arisings pleasant and not..
What is right or wrong?
Nothing
And everything...
Right Now/Tony Adamo
the subway rumbles,
a symphony of voices,
spoken words drifting,
like jazz notes swirling,
through twilight streets,
trumpet sharp,
trombone smooth,
the city breathes,
tongues dance to the Latin beat.
The Last Poets
“When the revolution comes,”
Politicians whispered sweet lies,
promising dreams that were never theirs,
while streets echoed with dreams denied,
and voices drowned in blood-stained hope.
Economies built on the backs of the weak,
wealth for the few, while many stayed silent,
coins of gold pooled, but hearts went cold,
hands reached out but never united.
The Last Poets rhymes like Hymns
echoing in alleys,
fingers snap,
feet tap,
words meet the pulse,
the Congo thump lifts hearts,
raw and real,
hip-hop’s roots grow deep—
But what has changed,
in this swirling maze?
Do we still speak the truth,
shout over sirens,
dream beyond the neon flash,
with wide eyes,
still fighting, still asking,
for justice in our sound,
each voice a vote,
every story a song?
and why not
let them;
my son is asleep in the car
the radio plays
the skies are grey
the windows are nearly shut
a delicate breeze converges with
our transcendence
we are being transported
as he possibly dreams about
another football league he wants to invent
or, as he mentioned before hopping in the car
he wanted to leave the tennis early
to write his own song at home
he wants to relate, impart and begin his goodbyes
as the gale invading the vehicle is like the
tempest of ideas burgeoning his mind
i pull up to traffic lights and
i wonder if such joy exists in
the other cars
around us
I think no stimulus could be
as potent as the one to pee.
A feeling frequent and innate
is this - the urge to urinate.
It comes each day to everyone
at work, at play, or on the run.
It comes sometimes as home you drive,
and soon you're hoping to survive
the bursting of your inner dam
while sitting in a traffic jam.
Then down the street you drive distressed
with thighs together tightly pressed.
You wish so badly it would cease
and then you pray for sweet release.
And as you drive, you ache and ache
and curse that drink you had to take.
You want to speed, but big surprise -
a cop's behind you. Squeeze those thighs
to keep inside what wants to flow!
You do not dare to let it go.
Few impulses can so compare.
Oh, how you'd love a diaper there!
Then home at last, you do a dance.
You run while pulling down your pants.
And horror, if when once inside,
you find the bathroom occupied!
WEll, just be glad it's mountain dew
you're holding in, not number two!
I’m not happy nor healthy in my mind right now
It’s clouded and bleak
Not knowing which direction
Not knowing what l seek
Can’t sleep , forever tired
No interest “to ever do”
No motivation nor energy
Turmoiled mind and soul ,feeling blue
The flame that burns within me
No longer burns bright
Desperately struggling
Just to stay alight
I cannot see that light at the end of the tunnel
Nor a lighthouse to guide my way
I just want to close my eyes right now
Until clarity, rationale and time rids my minds disarray
In fields of flowers, under the sun's warm ray,
A gentle breeze, on a perfect day,
A loved one's laughter, a warm embrace,
Simple joys in life, a peaceful place.
A kind word spoken, a friendly face,
A heartfelt song, a sweet embrace,
A moment of grace, a dream come true,
These are the things that would make you smile, it's true.
only true having
you ever have is right now
the present moment
Stop talking about revolution, revolution
It's not like winning the lottery, the ‘election’
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody, nobody can stop it.
Stop, stop, quit, and quit being hypocrite it
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody can stop it. Election
Will never be synonymous with selection.
Revolution is about drastic positive move
It is about real and natural change for the nation
A revolution is about optimism in a fair election
When people can vote freely for a better condition.
Think! Use your brain and your God-given imagination
For a better world, for fairness and better comprehension
Sop being hypocrite. Nobody can stop it
When a real revolution is on the move.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved..
if God were here right now,
i would offer him a slice of three layer lasagna
i wonder if He would ask for welches grape or purple wine
it would be a First Sunday
it would be the best venting dinner ever
i wonder if God would like garlic bread or texas toast
perhaps i should make a taco salad or one of them cobb salads
for dessert, i wonder if God is lactose intolerant
hmm, i think i will make Him some sugar cookies
i guess that would be safe
nevertheless, at least i know that God will be Good, Nonjudgmental Company
Going With The Flow With God Ain't Soundin' Bad At All Right Now
OOOPS!!!! EGAD!!!!! (CENSORED [forgive me, Father God])!!!!! there goes the dad blasted alarm
the nights go by so fast when you have to work the next day
reality makes my stomach get that pre-work full feeling that i oftentimes get
ESPECIALLY ON MONDAYS.....LIKE TODAY!!!!!
ALEXA, PLAY BOOMTOWN RATS, AND YOU KNOW WHICH ONE!!!!!
Right now,
There is no right, no wrong,
Everything feels so dumb
It’s hard for me to describe
Because you made my mind a scribe.
Out for your gaze
Feeling like a haze
I went into a maze
To see your face
That’s where I got Amaze.
It’s 1:28 still thinking of you
What did you do,
Oh my Delilah,
Who are you?
As like a light
which vents into dark
You came into my mind
Without a mark.
Oh my Delilah,
Why you came,
Oh my darling
Why you came,
Right now in Nigeria
People reject The Rear
Or just say The Rear fear
And warn their Treasured Dear
Never to The Rear near...
No Fine Hats; Plain Head Gear
Instead of Good Gun, Spear
Meeting Familiar Beer,
Where only Paupers cheer…
Right now in Nigeria
Love begins with A Leer
For Enrichment A Seer…
Right now in Nigeria
Spirit - Swarmed Fearsome Ria
And Bandits that flesh sear!
Related Poems