The ebb and flow, a ceaseless art,
That shapes our voyage, plays its part,
We catch the surge, a fleeting gleam,
Or drift along a silent dream,
Providence grand, beyond our hold,
A story age old, to unfold.
Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..
About alternative attitudes..generations..
Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..
Venerate mandarins sins..
Generate pernicious vicissitudes
Vicious avaricious machinations..
Celebrate nations chagrin…
Pander to propaganda spin..
AI garlanded reputations..
Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..
Kiss or diss..the abyss
Hiss of mis-information bliss..
Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..
Well got egregious prior & previous..
SO
Whatever your hue or world view..
We know what's wrong..doesn't belong
Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..
The meme..prime time you probably knew..
The Force..of course..
Is also seriously strong in you..
Tape breaks, like dawn's first
Light, a wave upon the shore,
Weary triumph blooms.
TELL ME WHY NOT YOU
It has always been you
Looking into your eyes
I wonder what good I did in my past life
Tell me why not you
You embody perfection in your imperfection
I see
Nature must have had a hand in our connection
Tell me why not you
I feel a surge of happiness
Me with you is a powerful force
Standing against the extremities of the world
You question “why me”
With a smile that lights my face
Staring into the eyes that drowns me in love
I ask, why not you?
Baby, there is your answer.
Copy cats prowl around
Real worth never found
work hard, move ahead
Keep fit, sloth shed.
Big or small tree matters
Tiny or large shade spreads
Cool breeze calms heads
Not result, effort matters.
Wings help soar high
Touch stars in the sky
Birds fly without a sprint
With resolve firm as flint.
Reach goals acting right
Fruits offer real delight!
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back mine dome'z locks roamed
'twixt eve's legz mine wavy strands
crisp rivulet rush
*rousing the astute's
vision ,)
Addiction is not a pretty word
But when it accompanies love
It has a different connotation
I want to add love to addiction
Or augment addiction to love
To make things sweeter, my Lord.
I learned not to be addicted to no one
But it is alright to be addicted to God
But it is fine to be addicted to love
Love is a panacea, so is the Almighty God
Addiction is of course a toxic poison
Which can send anybody in a deadly grove.
Addiction is an insatiable or craving urge
To do something, usually it is not a good one
Addiction is definitely to have the feelings surge
In an abnormal or uncontrollable way like no one
Has ever endured. It is painful and debilitating
Even when joined with love, it’s not a fun thing.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Maverick waves turn the tide
crashing like an out of tune refrain;
Things so wrong I could have cried;
Momentum stronger than a train,
all the wind knocked out of you;
Balance becomes hard to maintain;
Warped has overridden what’s true,
I’m out of step with the new humanity;
Red cannot ever paint things blue;
A surge of logic washes over me,
surviving on a little bit of crazy.
A mixture of numbers
no people are the same
I myself
am a team player
filled with harmony
with no desire for conflict
I am empathetic
I use all my energy towards others
I take charge and make things happen
I am the wave in the ocean of life;
bringing trouble to someone’s mind so clear!
I strike with water the firmness inside
in the sea of love so true, so sweet, and dear!
My hard blow I think will cut like a knife
and will drown the heart in the abyss of fear!
But when I whip the hope that stays tough like a rock,
I am at a loss for I am quelled and crushed!
These urges
These urges, tend to surge,
when Im stressed, maybe its a mechanism to curb these thoughts that grab my sub conscious and drag my emotions to the edge.
So the only way to end this phase is either to jab, chug or puff away the dark which ever drug that can pull me out of the slump. Now I understand why some, can not put down the cup, not out of fun or being dumb but for something as small as a laugh or maybe to **** the voices stuck in their drums that bark and ask certain questions with no luck. It seems the plug to switch off the chats is found in the glass, or grass which ever works fast, to numb the heart and bring a feeling that lasts,... but these urges now ask for more just to relax.
When the scarlet sun will rise
I will roll drenched in sunburst joy
On the crimson crest of the sea waves
Reaching you waiting on the satin shore
On your seducing silence I will surge.
August 22, 2021
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had been a big surge
together meet and converge
then system did purge
We feel the surge of magnetism divine
filling our emptiness, as we align
with the love pulsation, choosing to merge
as bliss currents benign, gently so purge
core of our consciousness as God assigns
Shifting from I-me-mine to Thee-Thou-Thine
self existent love, for love alone pines
paving way for the divine bliss upsurge
we feel the surge
As detached presence, self to love consigns
voice of the conscience becomes our guideline
in-form nodes, to the pulse divine converge
within Gods light we completely submerge
melding at last within His sublime shrine
we feel the surge
19-March-2021
emerald grass sea
hearken the far off mountain
leaves nestled in tide
Kim Rodrigues © 11/9/2020
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