A paradox is an entryway~
one that disappears the moment you walk through it;
somehow, though, you still end up
on the other side.
It is a question answering itself
by refusing to answer~
a mirror that reflects
only the act of looking.
Call it truth wearing its coat inside out,
logic tying its own shoelaces together,
hiding meaning in the very place
it claims cannot exist.
And the strangest part:
the more you try to solve a paradox,
the more it solves you.
Been in love
For the sake
of loving
Endured lonliness
And yeah I have
Been your fool
Out there gallivanting
Around
Thought you
Calious and cruel
Stuck by your side
That's the golden rule
My one of a kind
My peace of mind
Seems to come
From you
Ain't counter guessing
Let's be straight and
Cool
Flying off the handle
Won't save the jewel
Missing you
Wanting you here
With me
Been through a lot
Together
I want you here
With me
_______________________
What's this
And what it's all about
Who this
Saying foolish things
Out your mouth
What's this
Don't play with me
Love is a fickle thing
Stop playing around
With me
_________________________
Gone and sing
Ballads and lullabies
You seem to like
To sing the ones
That make me cry
Love is a fickle
and endeavoring thing
It makes you happy
Sometimes it solves
Everything
Confusing me
And keeping
Me guessing
That ain't cool
Sometimes it's
Best to speak
The golden rule
Written by Gail DeBole
on May 6, 2026
Updated on May 11, 2026
Here I go...returning to REM.
Most of the time, it acts like a friend.
REM deals with feelings that should be addressed
Before they become an unwelcome mess.
Some of the time, REM makes no sense.
Mired in mystery with a hint of pretense.
Other times, using recurring themes
It offers an outlet for feeling extremes.
REM often zigzags through my life's times
And reminds me of moments left behind.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the people my dreams choose to include.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the vagueness my dreams choose to include.
It's true that I only know REM from my dreams.
But it acts like a friend without malice or schemes.
Seemingly unsolvable problems REM solves for me.
Without REM, where would we be?
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things bad and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
It arrives not as a slow dawn, but a fracture—
A sudden, violent tearing of the gray,
Where neurotransmitters leap in manufactured rapture,
And logic bends to the blinding light of day.
It is a temporary kingdom built on air,
A frantic, soaring, breathless, desperate high,
Ignoring the foundation of despair,
To watch the mundane world dwindle and die.
The heart becomes a drum with an accelerated beat,
Distorting time until the seconds, stretch and bend,
A breathless rush, a sweet and sharp deceit,
That promises a joy without an end.
It is the apex where the self dissolves,
A chemical, ethereal, phantom grace,
Where gravity loses its hold, and ego solves,
Into a momentary, breathless, liminal space.
But at its peak, the architecture starts to lean,
For all ascension mandates a return,
The higher the flight, the deeper the machine
Must crash when the bright, burning engines turn.
Euphoria is a loan, a borrowed debt,
A fleeting, dazzling, brilliant, stolen breath,
That leaves the trembling, wakeful mind to fret,
In the quiet, cold, inevitable aftermath of death.
conflicts resolve
angst dissolving
love solves life’s quiz
FROM ME TO YOU: APROPOS OF WISDOM, GUIDANCE, AND LEARNING
(A Teacher’s Reflections For And In A Labor Of Love)
Remember, “To not know is bad.”
“To not wish to know is worse:-”
Reading involves more than being able to pronounce words.
You must also know the meaning of each word encountered:-
It’s not about rushing to be first to complete the test.
It’s about taking your time to get the majority of right answers.
Hey, homework is equivalent to body and mind practice
in sports:-
Your mind is the home where you energize to become great
in academic challenges:-
Just because AI “solves” a problem for you, doesn’t mean
it’s solution is correct:-
Remember, AI only does what it is given by NI to do what you
input it to do:-
Remember, praying is not merely quick regurgitating
of remembered words;
Rather, praying is sacredly speaking with God, Saints,
and The Holy Spirit:-
Stop regurgitating, “I’m sorry”! Be in awareness!
“Don't be sorry; be aware.”
Hey, for me, teaching is a labor of love:-
Make learning likewise, for you:-
Be in onderful oneness onement:-
Peace and Love:-
"This MENU's Too Long!"
He Shouts Out Alone!
He Might Not Even
Be At A Restaurant.
"I Haven't Decided
What To Be Yet,
And Now I'm Too Old.
Well, That Solves
That Problem:
Who Cares?
I DO!!!
Oh, Who Are You Now?
Ahhh... What Else Is On Here...?
Forget The Stars.
-Gray Squirrel
10-11-2025
I always miss the laughter,
That makes and solves the disaster.
On the top of our voices,
We used to make fun and noises.
One tiffin but several hands,
Rounded with friendship bands.
Outside the class we stood,
Making as much excuses as we could.
A dark and a rainy day,
Expecting maths teacher to be absent everyday.
We are like the birds that flew,
Missing the memories which are very few.
I want you to be my friend again,
I always miss the laughter we gain.
the kids grow up
with plastic guns
before they grow teeth.
they watch the screen
where the hero kills clean,
a bullet solves the problem
faster than a thought.
blood splashes brighter
than sunlight on pavement,
and the crowd cheers louder
for death than for love.
they are fed violence
with their morning cereal,
taught to settle everything
with fists, knives, bombs.
generation after generation
learning the lesson:
murder is easier than mercy.
Tenacious on occasion.
Orderly always.
Unspoiled by opinions of others.
Generous to a fault.
Honesty is his only policy.
Outperforms what is expected.
Longing for Heaven.
Decisiveness is a strong point.
Backbone shows in the face of adversity.
Ideas that solves problems he owns.
Receptive to the opinions of others.
Downhill is now his direction of flight.
For some, it’s a softer escape
A flight from silence, not quite love
As if a ring alone could mend a soul
Bruised by too many “maybe tomorrows."
To others, it’s help dressed in vows
A lifeline tied to daily needs
To fatten the pig at market day
Turn union into means to feed.
Some whisper “love” with shaky lips
But love to them, what does it mean?
Is it just sighs without the bills
Or bait to catch a selfish dream?
Why do you marry, tell me this
If the night still bores you
If you believe a wedding solves
What truth and time refuse to fake?
if politicians had to go and fight wars there wouldn't be any
Pick on me. I stay calm
Insult my family. I stay cool
Hit me as hard as you dare.
I stay collected
Anger never does me any good
Never solves a single problem
My face turns crimson-red
and I make things worse instead
So, I've given up fiery outrage
for the countenance of a sage
This may come unspoken
dismay is mostly taboo
This count feels endless
discount refills the queue
This trust I lost in God
distrust found in the pew
This stain runs too deep
disdain sets in like glue
This dress shows all flaws
distress perfectly fits you
This gust left a whisper
disgust in what it blew
This pair of nuts lost out
despair one couldn’t screw
This missed the G spot
dismissed as nothing new
This solves all our questions
dissolves the answers too
This illusion belies the hurt
disillusion because it’s true
By
David Kavanagh
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