The loneliness of being surrounded
Just does not seem right
Yet being surrounded must be
The opposite of being alone
Not if there is silence
To still the noise
The noise which allows
For companionship
Yet in every encounter
There can be separation
With separation there can be
A desperation for contact
Contact does not come
Until we reach out
If no one responds,
Then there is loneliness
In being surrounded.
The room was overfilled with one seat left;
a mix of women, men, most middle-aged.
I slowly sat, and then began to smile
at faces that turned up, and looked away.
The silence filled the room with empty vibes
my ears picked up as each sat all alone,
while some were reading or tapping their cells
within their private worlds so far apart.
Each one of us was there to heal our hearts;
some, minor problems, surely, others worse,
with minds indulged in their compelling plights.
Somehow, I felt deep loneliness surround.
I looked away at pictures on the wall,
so thankful that my heart issue was slight-
yet feeling quite alone within this crowd
of patients facing what I'll never know.
Who could not be happy,
When surrounded by,
Hearts that beat day after day,
Week after week,
Year after year,
To bring me good cheer,
And Love that is unconditional,
Always congenial,
To keep the negatives at bay,
.
Now I am happy to say,
My heart has picked up the beat,
That works a treat,
In making my life sweet,
Making my life complete,
As attention I no longer need to seek,
Every time I speak.
The hum of nature amid the trees
echoes quietly in gentle breeze,
swaying the branches as falling leaves
skim happily over rippled seas.
I would call this paradise on earth,
where peace and tranquility are worth
all the riches and buckets of gold,
more than two hands and both arms could hold.
The papery bark provides a home,
for tiny creatures to work and roam,
using their skills to shelter from rain,
replenishing soils, time and again.
Distant wolves howl out aloud,
a graceful hawk glides past a fleecy cloud,
as sun's reflections shimmer and dance,
and glowing eyes skillfully glance
across the waters, blue as the skies,
while drifting fish are caught by surprise;
and the hum of nature fills the air,
peace and serenity are everywhere.
Paradise on earth, I call this place
surrounded by nature, face to face.
There's so much beauty here to be found,
if we open eyes and look around.
I am grateful to be surrounded by nature….
from the ground to the river and oceans to the sky above…
because she constantly reminds me what’s important
and helps me build my life among those I love.
surrounded by trees
baby deer is curious
mama lays hoof down
Spring is when the earth gives birth to new life
of all forms when flowers errupt from the soil
and trees bud with new life and new babies
are born to creatures of all kinds
Looking through the lense of love to a fresh,
new season will reveal hope in the form of new life
I'm to vague to remember why
I'm so soft to stay strong
an oblivion of doubt
This may end when it starts pour out
My tendencies, my shortcomings
My anxieties off and running
Acting right when i thought i was wrong
Hoping time passes me by
in blink of an eye
summer fades and autumn begins
beauty never ends
If you are surrounded by criminals
It is very likely that you've become a criminal
Criminals are like worms in a rotten fish
No matter how thorough you wash the dishes
The stench remains; the stink is unbelievable
Corruption and money are part of the mess
Nepotism is at the heart of the financial chaos
Criminals belong not in Congress
Not in the Senate, but in filthy jail
Of course not in the Parliament of some poor countries
Many politicians are fishy liars who're heading to hell
Criminals are as sneaky as rodents hiding in the vanities.
Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
May we be blessed knowing
from the moment of our birth
until the moment our life ends…
how we are surrounded by angels
We call them:
our family..and friends.
Surrounded by Faith
this heart of mine
is seated at the soul
of the one
who created me.
***
Saving Grace
is what He gave us
the day his was born
in a lowly stable.
***
Mercy is what
he showed us
when he died
on the cross that day.
***
I'd be smart to
remember whom
I am living for.
***
For He is the one
who will gather me
like a seed in the wind,
On that final day
when I am ready to surrender.
10/23/2023
A loving family that cherishes the universality of you.
An addenda are friends, who accept you as you are.
Seeing you as complete, not a cracked,cookie jar.
God is, to you, One, the Creator of life and Universe..
You do not live in Faux City, overcome by hopeless vanity.
You simply write to communicate the true you, to humanity.
Poem 4
“In My Own Voice’
the reds and purples of the sky have never looked as pretty
Charlotte stopped paddling to breathe in God’s beauty
He had outdone himself on today’s sunrise landscape
Colors straight from heaven, she imagined, it was inspiring
Her kayak stayed still, waiting patiently for her next move
the air was crisp and inviting this morning, walking her up
her heart gave a quick jump of excitement,
she was thrilled to be here, surrounded by this magnificence
Thank you God, she said, silently, as the others arrived
it is safer to travel in a group, yet she loved her solitude
today’s journey would be a meditation and an appreciation
Charlotte began greeting the others with nods
No one spoke, feeling reverent and hopeful.
This journey would revitalize and rejuvenate.
They were giving each other happy smiles
Ready, eager, and hopeful for a terrific trip.
In summer’s sweetest time,
There was no space at all
for rhyme.
Off to the fragrant forest
we went.
And erotic, moments, there
we had spent.
My head rested in joy upon your
full lap.
Exotic scent of pinewood’s sweet
tree sap.
You tickled me, so hard,with joy
I cried.
I’d relive each moment, if I only
could.
In your yellow truck, in those very
thick woods.
It held steaming passion’s secret,
That not a soul knows…….
Days of youth, forever are gone.
You, and only you, are my
eternal summer song!
7/20/2023
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