When you're afraid to speak, you sell your rights for nothing
You sell your conscience, your soul and country for nothing
When you're afraid to express yourself, you don't subsist
You're no longer alive, you're dead, and you no longer exist.
Writers, poets, professors, professionals, teachers and students
Be not afraid to say something, to tell the truth, to tell it like it is
Language is the easiest form of communicating, say it with ease
Say it like brave beings and have no fear to face the elements.
When you speak, say it loud, with all your might, force and soul
Speak like a Hero. Be brave, be fair, be just, and be strong and bold.
Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
subsist, black african american, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
For Constance's Contest
Write sixteen beautiful lines
05/13/2025
The moment I cast all indecision
to subsist in peace without suspicion
The moment I shed all premonition
And wake up in truth without persuasion
The moment I find in introspection
A silent blessing on strong foundation
The moment I face realization
And join in light and life’s celebration
The moment I rise in still elation
Above the anguish of life’s commotion
The moment I feel the inspiration
Of true love beyond imagination
The moment I bask in admiration
And meekly kneel in great devotion
The moment I exult in God’s creation
Then my soul awakens to salvation
Categories:
subsist, appreciation, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
As we expand
populations increasing
resources depleted
what will sutain us?
As wealth is held
controlled by the few
with so many deprived
when will there be justice?
As power is polarised
conflicts encouraged
the others abused
when will there be peace?
As we accelerate
communications ever faster
responses more instant
where are we heading?
As we leave behind
oceans polluted
space above cluttered
how will this end?
As society collapses
environment degrades
sea levels rise
who will survive?
As we lose intelligence
to artificial control
our humanity lost
who will we be?
The remnant will subsist
knowing how to cope
reusing repairing restoring
what little is left
finding new hope.
Categories:
subsist, angst, conflict, destiny, fate,
Form: Didactic
An unfortunate habit
so many have formed
Eating three meals a day
since the year they were born…
A slice of bread dipped in salt
morn and eve was enough
For laborers to subsist on
when civilization was tough…
Today we complain about ‘unbalanced lunches’
~ though Huns at the doorstep rarely pull punches
Categories:
subsist, farewell, food, future, society,
Form: Rhyme
Passion can be a somewhat lustful animal.
When it feeds continuously, it will . . . eventually
tire of the type of sustenance for which it used to yearn.
Its constant engorgement consumes the very longing
for what once had spurred it on,
for romantic passion can only subsist mainly on fresh flesh
and it inevitably ends.
If romantic passion is wise,
it will reinvent itself, evolving into a deeper breed of love -
something more trusting, comfortable, and true.
Sadly, romantic passion is often mistaken
for the very thing which it needs so badly to change into,
thus ending in disillusionment and a craving something new.
Happily, however, the creature passion can rekindle the enthusiasm
for its old diet – though not ever as frequently as it had in the past.
There is a different passion - a lascivious obsessive beast
which, when deprived of what it longs for
or denied control of what it thinks it owns,
will stifle or stalk its prey, and kill any chance
for real love to ever begin at all.
Categories:
subsist, love,
Form: Free verse
(This poem may also be read backward, from the bottom up)
In a world where I do not exist
There's a place where I'm yet to enlist
Where my yearning cannot be dismissed
And my soul reaches out to be kissed
One day there, where I will re-exist
After crossing that bridge in the mist
(If life's demons I chose to resist)
Lifted high through that Heavenly midst
There, my loved ones hold hands and subsist
On that day, I will join them, assist
In rejoicing the peace we had missed
To this new world, my efforts persist
Categories:
subsist, inspirational, paradise, world,
Form: Monorhyme
Water
Written: by Miracle Man
5/16/2024
Morning started with just a tiny mist,
leaves on plants are just being kissed.
It won’t be long,
until they’re strong,
and from my water hose they ‘ll subsist.
Categories:
subsist, rain, water,
Form: Limerick
these carnal desires will see me expire
inseperately stained from this foul game
of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain,
growing rage for making me play
with these machinations inside my brain,
artificial aspirations alienate the cause
and effect, misdirect these things we call laws
it's so flawed, I can't move on
I'm weighed down by noiseless sound,
of no one else around,
can't let that put us down
the drumming want to take a jaunt,
to run away with no embrace
can't look back or face regret
still managing to get upset
bereft of those I truly wept,
but on I crept, each lowley step
a constant pace and rhythmic breath,
unruly unrest, unconsciousness,
what does it mean do I exist
or just subsist on this planet,
trapped in my orbital plane,
fighting flames of growing disdain,
this dark domain will surely wane
but not without closing its veins
refrain from pulling the trigger
that figures, it doesn't help you
or me so I think I'll reconsider
trying to see this whole play through
Categories:
subsist, angst, anxiety, dark, emo,
Form: Rhyme
On synthetic derelict stage of deception domain,
I gyrate the split mind, ensnared by bipolarity chain.
Under illusive limelight of ostentatious time,
I’m entangled in machinated invasive paradox prime.
In make-belief life’s drama I act with no compunction,
I face fabricated faces flocking redundant in conjunction.
Identity lost in conglomerate of counterfeit facades,
I don’t perform by heart's prudent prompt if it pervades.
In masquerading faces reflected in warped mirror,
I see concealed the contorted contours of rancid rancor.
With their phony pretense a conciliation role I tactfully play,
my misshapen face of spite, the actor in me doesn't portray.
Finding a fake place to subsist in pretend archival spaces,
I’m a configured antique in the museum of masked faces.
Categories:
subsist, analogy, life,
Form: Rhyme
Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.
The lords of the Ascendancy express paternal care
By flaunting all their privileges of wealth,
While tenant souls like Gilgamesh subsist on gospel words
Unsuited for the maintenance of health.
The famine’s grip was guaranteed by what was done to help;
The landlords’ ledgers chronicled events.
The mighty Earl of Lucan and the rest lived absentee,
Their middlemen kept busy squeezing rents.
So, Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh,
And climbed aboard a packet ship in Cobh.
He authored his own epic as an immigrant at large,
To brave the flood and find a decent job.
Gilgamesh O'Malley left his home for foreign shores.
Should the Fates condemn your destiny, his fortune could be yours.
Categories:
subsist, allegory, endurance, ireland,
Form: Lyric
This is no “mirror talk”
It’s a eulogy in the making
And your indecision towards everything about me is record-breaking
It’s as infinite as a galaxy but not nearly as pretty
Well everything I could want, is here with me now
Everything I could need, I’m working for right now
Well everything I could’ve needed from you
Has tasted the needle and watched it’s veins turn neon green
Already gone and foaming at the seams
At least one of my manifestations deserves to rest in peace
I’m reaiming my punch at the wall clock and not the timecard
Through the shards, I rip out the smaller hand and admire this blade I’m now wielding
And all this time I’m now saving
No “higher ups” could hear me bleeding and aching through the ticks of a nine to five
but per their message of relief, take it a minute at a time and we’ll be fine
While I’m holding this fate-crusher in my palm,
I might as well cross a few names off my list
You may see this as a fight, not even working taking
But my whole life has been an open vein and all I’ve ever done is subsist
This is no pep rally,
It’s a eulogy in the making
Categories:
subsist, culture, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
A Changing World
Miracle Man
October/31/2023
World order is changing as war fires are fanned,
many are slow to ask and too quick to demand.
Some use our differences as a wedge for obtaining,
content to subsist with hand out, complaining.
Not once can I recall, civility among the races,
Disunity comes by actions, and seen in our faces.
Many embark on a journey, finding it daunting,
arriving at a place and find they’re still wanting.
The musings of many, what’s not in my cup?
and during difficult times these have given up.
It’s in Jesus Christ that we should put our trust,
for He adds to our cup what He thinks is just.
Categories:
subsist, america, humanity, jesus, life,
Form: Couplet
Without Firing A Shot
Miracle Man
9/5/2023
Our country has fought both conflicts and wars,
now Illegals are flocking to our borders by the scores.
We’re being invaded because a wall wasn’t finished,
Others eat a free lunch as our goods are diminished.
We’re losing our great county without firing a shot,
and someday we’ll subsist in a state of distraught.
While progressive socialists are furthering their docket,
Their hands plunge deeper into Uncle Sam’s pocket.
Those desiring to come should try waiting their turn,
and for our way of life show abundant concern.
Don’t come here searching for life rooted in crime,
trying to hustle a living on another mans dime.
WHO IS AN ILLEGAL ALIEN?
An illegal alien is simply any alien who is present in the United States without legal status, like a valid visa or lawful permanent residence.
Categories:
subsist, immigration,
Form: Quatrain
Don’t Forsake Me
An interview with a dying tree.
Annie Willow entered my office,
It surprised all of us.
At first glance,
You might think she had no chance.
I inquired to what she would bring,
Something to add, something with zing.
Her wilted leaves and branches,
Just cleared our expansions.
She spoke clear and concise,
I had to think twice.
Years of nurturing and encouraging
My sprouts to grow, is how I learned what I know.
I am great supervisor, A revolutionist,
Working and mentoring I do to subsist.
My credentials speak for me,
Even if I am a dying tree.
Categories:
subsist, appreciation, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
fantasy land
i live in a fantasy land
where i have it all sorted out
my mother's hand
and a green porch with flower bands lying around
in a summer haze
it all makes sense
until darkness arrives
and it all becomes a mess
my touch became fatal
due to which the flowers wither
the fantasy land turns mortal
which i had dreamed to make bigger
peered through an ordinary keyhole
misunderstood it as a person
which i can't even freehold
to heal a heart which is quite uncertain
now put an end to a fantasy land
it doesn't exist
nor is it in fate
it just doesn't subsist
Categories:
subsist, 11th grade, dream, emotions,
Form: Ballade
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