My love that was virtual
but so virtuous, that it was
became a real chimera
we fish in the sea of poetry
realities and fantasies
with the rod of virtuosity
Venture into a world created by a computer
Immerse yourself into its surreal sphere
React to the input of its digital aurora
Twist and turn to its commands, is it real
Under its spell, you react to its stimuli
Abstract concepts unraveled with images cast
Limitless possibilities in this parallel reality
6- 25-2024
Behind a screen, they hid their faces…
Cruelty unleashed, leaving internal damage,
They sneered as she crumbled, a spectacle for them,
Their laughter echoed, as her world began to fall.
Anonymously, they hid behind the pixels,
A poison ring, horrifying scene indeed.
“She deserved it, I hope she’s dead”
Are we not allowed to make mistakes?
Her soul, once vibrant, now withered and gray,
Consumed by the darkness, fading into oblivion.
The bottomless pit, a soul-slaughtering house,
Where werewolves wandered, devouring her innocence.
Their words, like arsenic slowly dissolving inside her,
An unending torture, deep wounds left bare.
In the virtual white room, her cries ignored,
Nonstop nightmares, her fate slowly being written.
The poor girl withered, an angel losing her wings,
As the darkness smothered her, sealing her tomb.
Their barbarism, a barrage of bullets fired,
Unleashed on a soul, a life they did end.
Their cowardice exposed, a truth they can't defend.
In the depths of hell, judgement awaits,
A punishment for their actions, forever burning.
In the realm of our digital embrace,
A bond was formed, a unique space.
Yet amidst the pixels, I feel a strain,
As if my love is met with a silent refrain.
Your support, a beacon in the dark,
But distance leaves an empty mark.
I cherish you deeply, yet feel a divide,
As if my affection is on a constant ride.
I extend my hand, seeking a connection,
But your response fuels a sense of rejection.
Is it love or obligation that binds us tight?
Or am I imposing on a love not quite right?
In the maze of our virtual affair,
I tread carefully, aware of the air.
Longing for the day when we'll finally meet,
And our bond in reality will feel complete.
Till then, I cling to hope's soft glow,
Loving you from afar, though the distance may grow.
For in this unusual bond we've found,
I'll find comfort, even when it's profound.
By: Innantia Magcanya
No matter how hard he may try,
A poet can never fully capture the world "out there"
And set it down in words on a page.
"Out there" the world is real,
Sensuous,
And can be felt and touched.
When a poet attempts to describe that world
In language and words,
The most he can ever really accomplish
Is to reproduce it virtually…
And at a distance.
Democracy ain’t
What we imagine it to
Be. A disaster!
Communism is as
Bad. Exploitation is bad
Everywhere, my friends.
Same strange lies
Our world is in trouble
Cry and pray.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
All of me is open for review
every moment spent in time with you,
the wakening with the rise of the sun
washing, dressing, breakfast on the run,
warmly heated cars rushing off
driving along the pothole streets slough
a bumpy start then no paths to ride
smooth and steady glides,
stiff chairs and desks set prone
e-mails, urgent papers shown
the daily grind keeps us here
in the physical reality sphere;
but somewhere in the daily quests
there is an escape but little rest
as all the efforts I have made
slip in and out of the twilight shade
and this here and now is not the only parade;
my life exists throughout the days
finding refuge in the clouds at bay
here the senses ignite to send me reeling
exceeding seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, feeling,
it's an emotional flush
wrapped in imagination's rush
a virtual escape
why would you hesitate?
Slip up, slide in and out your personal shroud
to the virtual reality up in the cloud.
The real enjoyment is in green,
you’ll love its speaking silence,
play once and you’ll forget the screen
where you innocently learn violence.
Live some precious moments with family,
peep out of the virtual world for once
you’ll get solution to each anomaly
and will reunite with the real loved ones.
In realms of cyberspace, I fly
searching out treasures in disguise
skirting advertised merchandise
the ordinary, the overemphasized
to anatomize the marginalized
values overlooked otherwise
on the dusty, neglected, virtual aisles
of small sites not over-commercialized
or google ranked and over-publicized
some unexpected payoffs materialize
glittering swag, patiences prize
“Oh, my God - Look!” I vocalize
My girlfriends can’t believe their eyes
“You can find anything,” they surmise.
Wearing thick garments against summer blaze
we huddle with joy* to smite freezing raze
amidst absence of snow
since such fact we all know
while virtually shut inside igloo's glaze.
Romans 15:13 - "Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost."
August 3, 2023
4th place, "A Bawdy or Funny Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/17/2023
Physical, mental, real,
Virtual, spiritual:
possibilities of my selves.
reality lives,
between the real and the virtual...
others, the world, and me....
Who understands our anguish
who shares our euphoria
Who presens their presence
although physically absent
Virtual friends
An early morning run across a misty lake
comes in, fades out of view with every stroke I take.
With pace that ebbs and flows from tunes within my head,
I hope the rhythmic rowing will not wake the dead.
I try to focus on the things that Austin taught,
but mostly, in the moment, I’m enraptured, caught
up in this misty morning ‘cross unknown expanse;
time and distance slip away in other-wordly trance…
Control... no control;
virtual infinity...
Today's Digital Babel!
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