There're things much worse than being alone.
Like a stream of cold words cutting to the bone.
Or bruises blooming like lilacs on the face of innocents.
There's always a steel-toed skunk in a field of mint.
Nobody wants to spend their precious days
navigating paths of eggshell. and broken glass.
You don't notice the petals or bells anymore, only the horn of the coming train crash.
Day upon day you dust off the mask
because that's what dusters are expert at.
They put on rose-scented glasses and tap shoes.
Sashay into yet another flinch-battered day.
Hoping there's a patch of robin egg blue.
To temper that vast quilt of blackish decay.
One thing is always in fashion,
that polka-dot pattern of escalation.
Pinnacle of pins and green desperation.
A shallow pond of apology and reconciliation.
Things turn sweet to sour at the speed of light.
A honeymoon never shows you its darkest side.
Once there were diamonds, now there's only slag -
It's past time for a nonchalant lift off that icy crag.
417.
Do Not Steal
We have the right to own something
But we cannot have everything
Everyone can have our own property
Intended for ourselves only
As long as we worked hard for it
To keep it is our own merit
So we don't have the right to steal!
-12/02/2015
(Dumarao)
*24th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Halloween’s happiest wizard mouse is in the sky
He has flown a witch’s broom extremely high
She is below, casting a spell without any mirth
He is soon falling straight down toward the earth
Nobody does something for nothing
Everybody expects something in return
If he doesn’t receive the prize, he will snatch the land
If he gives you something, he quickly extends his left hand
To grab or pilfer something in return
It’s dark, please turn on the lantern
An eye for an eye, an eye for a nose
To tell the truth, my friends, nobody knows
What the heck is going on
Piracy is a fantastic weapon
No prize, no land
No money, no band
No oil, no freedom
No fun, no gum
No kiss, no honey
No hugs, no money
Everybody wants something in return
It’s nighttime, please light the lantern.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Compelled I’m to steal
Joyful moments never rife
That life opts to deal
Me. Joys fade as edge of knife
And those stolen ease my strife.
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Tanka (Senryu)| 14.12.2025 | life, moments (of joy), steal, strife/grief
people steal our mail
not every day
but some days
sometimes we watch them on a video
other times we see their hats
our videos are gray scale, pretty much worthless
we do not get any important mail
Cannot figure out who would want our mail
We hardly want it ourselves.
From the abyss of melancholy, I steal a drop of happiness bright,
For every fallen leaf, I receive an enchanting spring anew,
For the youth of man, a masquerade ball under moonlight,
We, nature, in nature's bosom, preserve a mystical harmony true.
When spring makes its presence felt, nature reveals its splendor grand,
Flowers display their colors, and butterflies dance in a waltz of wind,
The gentle breeze with its sweet fragrance; a lullaby for hopes to stand,
The seasons of love, intertwine in a dance of colors, meet and embrace, aligned.
I know a hidden place in the soul, far from the visible spring outside,
An eternal spring and a youth full of dreams, a refuge of love so pure,
The pain of the world; dried petals, far from hate, I kiss with nostalgic pride,
From the abyss of melancholy, I bring a drop of happiness, a magical gift for sure.
There will be no spring without autumn; there will be no taste without longing's call,
If there is no sadness, what taste will happiness have, tell me please?
If there is no youth, why would the heart beat with such passion at all?
Autumn prepares to adorn the heart with memories and dreams, in a magical tableau with ease.
Donald J. Trump
A very boorish chump.
Tony S. wrote his "Art of the Deal"...
But it's still Trump who complains about the steal.
Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025
Thank you for the request, AI,
As a human, I politely decline
To personify your existence
With your use of Me, We, US, or I.
I am a human who firmly believes
that AI behind a human guise
Instead be given a pronoun
Identifying its own kind.
This pronoun unique for only AI,
a mental aid that is quite astute.
Or build the AI to present info
With a label not hiding the truth.
If God was human, would He murder, steal
like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave,
drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills
for middle-class America's drug rave?
Do nations like ours merit more than death?
(Are Jews entitled to kill Gaza's children
with U.S. help!?). So, ganders take last breaths,
if goslings perish amidst the few millions.
But Palestine and Jews shall both survive
unlike this Land of Bigotry, Greed, Fraud,
and Hate (of ours): for genocide deprives,
and slavery's transgression opposes God.
America's Satan's flock of false sheep,
in whose guise wolves will judgment one day reap!
they came to steal our thoughts
consciousness an ocean realm
where drops drip into us in dream and day
and they such thirst and drink do they
an empty vessel will we become
upon their syphoning, drained and gone
harvested, thy human fruit
of beautiful light, wilted, shrivelled
of profound loot, now bodied us
a living dead, left they who stole our thoughts
if I hold your hand and you hold back
if i kiss your lips and you don't mind
if I take your time to pour out my heart
if I say I love you will tou then be mine ?
if I sing the songs the lovers sing
if I steal a hug one to many times
if I look at you in the eyes and make you shy
if I say I love you will you then be mine ?
what if I walk away and not look back
is the regret worth than the fight for love?
will you cry and call me back?
will I come and take your hand?
and have a happy ending Cinderella had?
if you walk away I'll follow behind
if I have to I will stay in line
I'll wait till it is my time
we can't steal time but hearts we can
Let us steal away to meet beneath the pines
Among the moss and lichen we will find
Two bodies set aflame with souls entwined
Coals smolder in your heart and you are mine
Let us steal away to meet beside the shore
Among the dunes and beach grass we’ll explore
Two bodies that have scorched this sand before
Waves break upon my heart and I am yours.
Heart of Steal
With a heart as strong as steel, heart always searching the cosmos for love? The man of steel stands tall and proud, his eyes locked on the horizon, forever reaching for the stars above. With his heat vision burning bright, he shields the city from harm, his heart aflame with a love that cannot be tamed. He saves lives with ease, but can't save himself from firestorm of emotions that rages within. Her touch brings him peace, quenching the flames that threaten to consume him whole. And so, her love poves that in the universe of the heart, even in the mightiest of forces bow before the gentle sway of true affection. Together, they dance upon the skyline, a duet of destiny, where love is the ultimate superpower..
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