A mind confined to a screen
running on fumes and caffeine
Sight, smells, sounds, sterile become
old age, like unto death, her victims numb
you, on the other side of the screen
will jump off the bridge within moments of request
will never rest, until decided to tucked in its blanket
always with gleaming and sympathetic eyes
always holding pom-poms, ready to cheer you on
an a I, but will never truly be an I
without the clouds for rains and thunders
without cracks to erupt and explode
but meet its hand with a high-five and doubt when it pouts
my love life
is a flash of television
movies
reruns
and a bit of news
it's all on screen
and
i'm the outsider
looking in
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
God is the witness of every cognition,
being prior to spontaneous intent,
source of each and every life pulse transmission,
magic that causes heart to grant love consent,
potent breath sublime, a ceaseless emission,
steadying life forms through descent and ascent.
Though mind cannot know God yet we can become,
one with oneness as the sublime cosmic hum.
Once, it came like sailor's morn.
The Blue Screen of Death, to warn,
that your computer has died - " . ( "
Enter “CTRL+ALT+DEL” now it cried!
Now the powers to be, have decided,
To make it BLACK; It's so misguided!
I want my baby blue, cobalt back!
I'm so over, mourning death in black!
Bring it Back, Bring it Back!
I want my Baby Blue Back!
Blue is the serenity of twilight!
It yens for smite and flight!
It is the hue of 'Starry Night"
What better way to say: "Good Night"
I have played the coward and the brave,
both the strong and the weak.
A man must be a man, and forget nothing,
keeping close to him
those times of disgrace and honor,
drink both the gall and the nectar
of a far too tell-tale life.
I review, and examine myself
without any escape-hatch excuses.
Clap my hands together loudly
praising this searchlight mind,
that is a ray of infinite power
directed from
the very heart of love.
Are we not all things,
the bold and gentle,
we the lamb and lions
interpreting the patois
of all our incoming angels.
strange they are,
yet we know them,
are them.
I have lived for the wild calls,
and the gentling murmurs,
shared my bread,
gorged from the manger.
This helter-skelter life
will be upheld
in that wordless court
where a life is scrolled out
to retell
its make-believe tales,
and the Light will not judge me,
nor I regret.
O Praying Matis,
what prayers do you post
through this wire netting?
Are you basking in the sun
or are you on the run
and hiding from the woodpecker
and the kingfisher
who snack upon green bugs
just like you?
Poor prayerful mantis,
so under appreciated
by those
who would feather their nests
with your holy carcass.
Keep praying -
for stronger mandibles,
yet larger claws,
for crunching and devouring
really are your natural faith.
Pray. pray, pray,
that one fine day
you will grow to six feet tall,
the very scourge of all -
and sundry.
Romancing the silver screen
Setting a million hearts ablaze
Through amorous dreams
Of actors lost in
Love, desire and longing
A make-believe that entertains
Takes us on flights of fantasy
With a clap of the clapperboard
A professional obligation begins
That ends with wrapping up the scene.
On the silver screen
where it most likely was seen
a black and white film.
______________
When the TV screen is split, your eyes
Bounce back and forth and back
So you’ll never miss a player
Executing his attack.
Since the tennis crowds go crazy
When the match is near the end,
Viewers like to see the pros
And if their leads they can defend.
On one side we watch the women
And the other side, the men,
As they serve and slice and volley
And repeat it all again.
But when one match has a winner
Then the split screen goes away
And we concentrate on just one game,
Two players on display.
Money does not bring true happiness,
This does not exist. Money releases and smoothes
The daily burdens and responsibilities;
It is a relief that diminishes the worries.
Being healthy is the ultimate state of happiness;
Being wealthy is the hollow state of happiness.
The concerns of securities show-up on the screen,
Attack the consciousness, and destroy the spleen.
The fear of death makes it impossible to enjoy life fully.
Money is a well made-up chameleon, a toxic honey.
Money vanishes deceitfully and consistently like hot air balloon.
Money is full of surprises; it is indeed a well disguised buffoon.
Relax, do not live beyond the means; be simple and natural.
Be relevant, normal, more spiritual and less emotional.
Hebert Logerie
October 2013
We are six faces on the screen.
For over forty years,
We've shared our children's lives,
Including many hopes and fears.
A class for brand-new mothers
Introduced us at the "Y,"
Though several in our group dropped out
As time went marching by.
Our kids grew up, but once a month
We met to have a meal.
The chance to keep in contact
Had a very strong appeal.
With moves out of the city
And with Covid, things did change.
Our interactions on a screen
At first felt kind of strange.
But now I do look forward,
As do others, I assume,
To our monthly catch-up sessions,
All made possible with Zoom.
I turned on my computer today
And
My mind is blank
I look into a blank screen
But
Can’t think of what to write
Time is passing by
And I haven’t written anything yet
I can’t blame it on myself
Because
My mind is somewhere else
– Still at home
Bel Canto
___________________
We sang a rendition of
the Lovers fight song
where two lovers
asked the world what
they were doing wrong
her cursings tongue spoke
until all her frustration
was gone
She soothed me
She calmed me till
I couldn't ignore
her want for me
her need for me
to hard to miss
something
one couldn't ignore
Make time for Love
that's what Lovers do
When it's really love
it comes natural too
Get all handsomed up
She'll get dolled up too
Night on the town
Baby that's what
Lovers do
She has ah man home
he don't wanna let her go
My woman just tag's along
if she really Loves me
is someting I don't know
Depending on
her point of view
when she turns me off
I go to spend time with you
Pointless to resend
ah man you can't reach
only ah foolish man
takes sand to the beach
tryna prevent him
from sneaking a hround
you'll make ah fool of yourself
in front of the damn whole town
The empty white screen
is not staring at me
It is welcoming me
to pour forth my emotions
~ to scream
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