Sweet is the impulse of love,
the fundamental reason for life...
Dreams of love,
shine in the light of the stars,
adorn the illuminated sky,
with immeasurable divine splendor...
When loving hearts,
beat in the same rhythm,
peace falls asleep peacefully,
life becomes beautiful and shines
the earth breathes pure air...
When true love happens
living is a gigantic act
dreaming and waking,
is an excellent harvest...
So the dog will be in the house?
Yes, they all will.
How many dogs are we talking about?
Only three right now. Two of them are on vacation.
So, when they return you will have five dogs in the house?
Try seven. They are both on their honeymoons.
You know they will bring their brides home with them.
How many dogs do you usually have in your home?
It has been as low as three, but as high as twenty-one.
The woman gave me a strange look.
I cannot interpret it.
It is a look I have never seen before.
had thought about it
he was always projecting
already did it
What race? Human race?
Stop talking about race
Start talking about space
Start talking about grace
Start talking about behavior
About the Savior
About education
About nutrition
About sickness
About craziness
About peace
About feast
About common sense
About fragrance
About poverty
About opportunity
About decency
About ethnicity
About history
About charity
About freedom
About wisdom
About friendship
About being on the same ship
About brotherhood
About sisterhood
About intelligence
About tolerance
About politics
About logics
About nature
About literature
About love
About above
Start talking about what’s right
About the beauty of the night
Be bold, be smart
Be fair and be bright
Flee arrogance and ignorance
Flee anything that makes no sense
Flee anything that happens by chance
Flee anyone who makes no sense
Flee all types of lies
Flee all kinds of flies
Be conscientious, be impartial
Be just and be nonracial.
Copyright © May 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
My friend has few friends except me.
I call her twice a week, because of this.
And she is always available.
Her phone line is open.
She stands in the street and yells at speeders.
I have asked her not to, but she gets a kick out of it.
She is perpetually angry; focusing on negatives.
I bought her a book about positivity.
She threw it away – it was “hooey”.
I do not take it personally.
But I try to revamp the conversation.
“How is Bunny?” I ask.
Bunny is her baby granddaughter.
“She’s fine. But let me tell you what Gladys did this week!”
Gladys is her neighbor, and she is fixated on fixing Gladys.
Gladys said this, Gladys gave her a weird look,
Gladys stalks her, staring at her from behind the blinds across the street.
I try to introduce a new topic,
but she cannot stop talking about Gladys.
Gladys, Gladys, Gladys, Gladys, Gladys.
Gladys makes me mad.
I should block her from my phone.
I should tell her how I feel.
I should…..
Stop talking about Gladys, and focus on something happier, I think.
But do I say it?
No.
She has lost too many honest friends already.
I am all she has.
words 207 © 12:33 AM, Caren Krutsinger negativity
MADE IN PARAGUAY
In "Asuncion"
the saddest guarania song
is "paraguayan"
TANGO
The father of the porteño tango
he's not born argentinian
he is a son of France...
SAMBA
The samba from Morro Carioca
survived for the world,
Long live Mama Africa...
ROCK
The rock dance, song music
runs wild surprising
on ice rock...
SPEED GONZALEZ
In Juanita canteen
mariachis and tequila
and bursts of laughter...
WALTZ
Oh! if i danced
oh! if I played
the viennese waltz...!
“Say, I hear your birthday's coming up this week.
You’re going to be eighty-one, eh?”
“Yep, eighty-one on the fifth of December.
It’s a fairly easy day to remember, as you'll see,
I could surely use a tune-up or at least a tweak.
The mind great, but the body’s getting frail.”
“Let’s see. That’s two days before Pearl Harbor.
I’ll bet your mother never forgot that day.”
“Nope. When the Japanese heard I was born,
It apparently stirred up some aggressive ardor.
So, some blame me for the bombing of Pearl Harbor
two days later.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that!”
“Just a joke; however, I made quite a commotion
in the family, since I was born on my sister’s
seventh birthday.”
“You don’t say! Really?"
But, at the time, I didn’t consider any of that at all!”
Written December 3, 2022
Submitted to "Dialogue Proficiency" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Cubes - perfect?
Not to me
anyway
Eights? sideways,
infinite,
hourglass - wow!
Like pears, a
taste matter...
Go figure
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a Tricube - 3 syllables per line, 3 lines per stanza, 3 stanzas. Kind of fun/interesting
27 is a perfect cube - 3 x 3 x 3
She knows nothing Rob says.
I hope he is speaking of me.
I have never liked him either.
I overhear a name.
Sadly, he refers to another.
She is crazy! May says.
I know this must be me.
She rolls her blue eyes, nodding toward Sheila.
Sheila who wears a tattoo sleeve up her arm.
Because she has blue hair? How silly.
Their voices get low now.
I am sure my co-workers have gotten around to me.
Yes, they are probably whispering about me.
I am outrageous, I am whimsical.
I am childlike, not their condiment of choice.
I struggle to get closer to their lunch table.
I hear Rob whisper my name.
I feel pleased.
At last they have gotten around to me.
I am now officially one of them. I feel relieved.
Hope dies when happens it comes true, but sometimes it isn't even born...
The action that should be fixed as soon as possible
Human is the one to create and the ones to solve it
Every thing you do some of may be the future problems
Watch out the action or thing you are doing
Only if we became more cautious and healthy if to prevent it
Recent is the only time to realise it properly
Large or small problem must be solved as soon as you can
Don't ever take easy on these things for sure
Why to wait for the time to be wasted for it?
Ignoring it always may lead you to massive problem
Don't underestimate that it can literally play with your life
Every thing is made by God and we are just destroying it
Talking about life.
Not about how beautiful it is
or how blessed we are,
not about how crafty it is,
in jamming its cruel knife.
Simply talking about life.
Not about what a masterstroke it is
or how amazingly it is decimated,
not about our love or spite.
Just talking about life.
Should i be obligated
or bring about my own knife?
(06.01.2022)
took the knife
heard its slice
surely better than life
How much further weight
and intensity,
greatest is flavor
of the kiss...!
The daddy comes down the stairs.
So what were you guys talking about?
He is five
Thinks he is on the same level as every person on the planet
I marvel at his presumption
We would have never thought to interrogate adults
About their conversation
in the olden days
when we were kids
we might have been tossed out of the covered wagon on our rear
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