Jannik Sinner:
a tennis player who's a real winner.
I think he is now, officially,
the greatest player to come out of Italy!
Oh, the Vespers!
The day is coming to a close.
And the Scriptures!
Can words our sins dispose?
And the Evening,
With my head so lowly bowed.
Those Bible Proverbs.
Will they clear away the cloud?
I've been knocking all night long,
But the Church's door is closed.
I look through a crystal window.
I see the followers reposed.
I knock twice on the door,
Hoping for an invitation.
I only hear voices singing-
Singing "Jesus is Salvation".
I am knocking.
Please let a sinner in.
I knock louder,
And start prayful meditation.
The door opens,
But I see no people there.
Only a Bible on a pulpit
And the message becomes clear.
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a kaiser
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
From the Genesis gambit of the creation of life
Is found succinct in the ambit of the Gospel of Christ
The goddamned quondam sinners
Are made whole by the perfectly lived life He delivers
He suffered all things categorically (for you and me)
By the torturous hell of hanging on The Tree
He did ascend (He did rent and mend) He has risen
Gathering all His people (of all times) by the Life He has given
I am a sinner, having faults, made choices that I regret, and look back with sadness.
I am a sinner, I made bad choices, some I felt were because of my environment.
I am a sinner, I confess, I look back and try to correct my mistakes, and set a new path forward.
I was on a negative trajectory, put on the path of failure, the one who put me there was an opposer of God, but I turned around and went back into God’s fold.
I bow myself to God, and pray that my works make him pleased.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Unrepentant sinner acting lover,
Would remain cool until game is over.
A player up for next match...
Even before the first snatch
Off time against the end; comes reliever.
Feeling so guilty
In a religion so free,
But I'm a newbie.
To hell with your hollow benediction.
Faulty.
Water shivers as the brass bell
just rings.
Drivel never comes from the soul.
Empty.
It’s blasphemy to be so utterly void
of fact.
I’m going to call a spade a spade..
Sinner.
Kiwi Cricket's Shangri La...
"Can still hear the deafening din of the Indian crowd chagrin.
Stunned shell shocked silence at mandarins' sins.
Yet somehow still so loud
Like thunder down under in the proud
Land of the long white cloud.
Daring to dream of derring do plunder.
Upsets’ unctuous umami.
Shocks’ sumptuous serendipity.
Cast asunder as against the odds.
Hallowed Gods' anguished..felled & fallowed.
Kiwis vanquished the voodoo of Indian home hoodoo.
This purple patch, so perversely plush...got a hunch.
Would make even Prince blush, proud as ribena punch.
Sporting nirvanas cavorting with crepuscular career nadirs.
Can’t pillory this Test expedition, like the Everest conquest & Hillary.
Black cap sedition…Indian perdition.
Tradition debunked by spunky funk.
Not once, not twice but thrice.
Teeming..awash with gleaming beaming white.
Emancipation...damnation & salvation.
The Indian’s cardinal sin…not being able to play spin.
No way you can naysay.. just
Another Bill Murray Groundhog day.
As we learned..the underdog winner.. we yearned had turned.
Fat cats burned & stats spurned..into a dog's dinner."
Hypocritical in her ways,
She yearns to waste her days.
Morning to noon, and night again,
The years flow by, unchanging, mundane.
Her lies, like polished trinkets, gleam,
Each with sharp edges, yet unseen.
Her flaws lie open, raw and exposed,
Leaving depths of cruelty still unopposed.
She longs for hell, its dark embrace,
Yet finds herself in virtue's space.
She tries her worst, yet cannot stray
How does one fail in wicked ways?
Stumbling down the wide, dark road,
Mistaken for an innocent rogue,
No matter how fiercely she may strive,
She remains a sinner wannabe.
When them hate
Don't work
They start
Creating scene
Seeking others attention
Either for applause
Or to ruin another person reputation.
Acting selfishly
Creating scenarios
We the villains
Them the victor
Telling what's not true
Disunity them agendas.
Their messages
Disunited many
Setting the city ablaze
Many were scapegoat
Leaving them traumatized
Hurting another unknowingly
Without empathy or sympathy
Alas, None a born sinner.
Mortality of the human race weakness
Not of the heart or mindset thing
Two ways to be in life's journey
Perfection of ourselves or I don't care attitude
Fallen to a world's dominant desires
We ask for forgiveness, bad notion we feel
Something's not right we know is true
Guilt, beauty deceives the eyes perception
Some living truth, others a fiction story
A hollow hope to good will of mankind
Where joy only finds love in lust
Sinner, darkness sickness for which we find wrong
Sinner, what every is unpurified soul
A wickedness beneath their being living
Emotions rage, desires of love and hatred
I, am no perfect to the stranger passing
A erge hard to resist its touch to wrong
Or choice we choose not strong in ourselves
A devilish deed we feel no remorse
Sinner breath I breathe all around me
Even my depths its black moon rise
A sinner, human nature or just who you are
A sinner following society ways of life
Here’s a poem that must be true
cause I’m about to tell it to you
I was once a stardust spec
that came to earth & caused a wreck
my Angel wings withered away
as I preferred the night to day
causing havoc wherever I went
forgetting I was heaven sent
until the day I almost died
could be true, or have I lied?
I’m one part Angel, but Devil too
I push & pull in all I do
an Angel when needed with a devilish grin
one more Saint the other more sin
the one you see is up to you
depends on mood & what you do
there’s benefits to both, sinner & saint
Who do you choose? either ones quaint.
There was a man of stature small,
but ranked by wealth, he stood so tall.
He laid on them a taxing yoke
So, he was hated by the town folk.
In Jericho, he built his home,
but on its streets, he dared not roam.
Hatred of him ran very deep,
So, he tried hard his life to keep.
Within his heart, he longed to meet
the One whom all with love did treat.
Perhaps the Lord will sit at meat
with him whom all knew was a cheat.
He ran ahead and climbed a tree
as Jesus walked, thronged by a sea.
Once at the spot, the Lord looked up
And said, “Zacchaeus, with you I’ll sup.
That day Sinner and Savior met,
and he learned Christ would pay sin’s debt.
Grateful for the grace that Christ showed,
he pledged to pay back all he owed.
If you are lost, can’t find your way,
just kneel and to the Savior pray.
When Jesus hung on Calvary’s tree
He paid sin’s price for you and me.
He longs to come and with you sup,
to take your hand and lift you up
so, you can walk through life with Him
and live a life filled to the brim.
Keep pressing on
And looking up
M.A.G.A. is wrong
And Star struck
Lead the way with
Amazing grace
Heroine despite
All the hate
Refuse to lose
Remember you are a winner
It’s time to choose to be a
Saint despite the sinner
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