A
Waste of time
Give it time
Time cures
I've no time..
Triggers the
Seeking for
A right time
Around the corner
Down the road
Someday
Home at last
Apocalypse..
Simplicity
by Frank Daub
I showed a wooden pencil to a friend.
He tried to give attention
going directly to the end
of the pointed lead.
“You have to sharpen that,” he said,
analyzing quickly my waste of time.
He preferred drop-down menus
on miniscule screens
while waiting in a line.
And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
A room, stilled in silent contrition, steeped in repentance.
Freshly dressed Roses at tables end.
Flowers die too; he confesses!
No more will he discern her voice
nor caress the gentle source of her existence.
Slumbered back against the cathedra he
decries the mellow cherub of the cardinal
perched aside his window.
A message?
As he dreams a tormented reflection of his past,
a tear pearls gently down as memories play
Silently in his pain.
He repines only now that; " if only he had been a better man". Hoping in chance that she may forgive.
Cease this pain to not sustain beyond his wish for a moments exchange!
His dream delayed. For his bride of many a year appears, waking him from his mare. In somber refrain he delights. Its you my love!
Never waste a moment to tell her.
Peter pan who lived by the sea,
Found summer as hot as can be.
He sat in the shade,
With cool lemonade,
Birds dropped waste on him from a tree.
Sometimes I feel as if the world will end tomorrow.
I feel the soil will rattle as the oceans awaken in a parasitic rage of humanity.
I feel the doom of our existence dancing in a graceful fragility on the tip of our tongues.
I feel the tender denial of death will wrap its cold limbs around us and inhale the sin of our souls.
The fire and the water will no longer engage in an endless battle of elemental pride.
The trees and the dirt will rip off the path we forget to worship; a farewell of forged purification.
The horrors of humanity will rise in a price no virtue can bind to pay.
The sacrificial redundance of good, a waste to the bloodsuckers of skin.
The goosebumps fight my heartbeat’s resistance to live.
My screams fight the water’s thirst to consume my gurgles.
The flail of my arms fight the world’s desire to strip my soul away.
As the salt swallows me whole,
As the cold drowns me in its void,
As my soul sacrifices to the rage,
I will call your name.<
whiling away hours
behind a harsh office desk
~ the sun sets real schedule
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Do I hear–
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I'll give you–
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Tonight–
You are faulty–
I’m but a–
Farmer in the city.
I come so far,
To clean scars deep.
But I work when I’m tired,
I work when I sleep.
And I,
Can’t even feel glee
On the mill
When I bleed…
You can not break
What is already broken,
Broken,
Broken.
You can’t
Go by your friends no more!
You can’t
Go by your wife no more!
You can’t
Even wipe your eye!
But–! Richard Cory!
I’ll be so high…
Hey, remember that dream?
We talked about it–
So many times–
We talked about it…
Do I hear–
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I’ll give you–
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Tonight–
You are faulty–
I’m but a–
Farmer in the city–
In purgatory–
Silence is better.
What does one say
When they wear out the weather?
So come hither–
Come creep…
I want to feel that way–
I feel when I sleep.
You can not break
What is already broken,
Broken,
Broken.
You can’t
Go by your friends no more!
You can’t
Go by your wife no more!
You can’t
Save your mortal soul!
Oh, Richard Cory!
You shall be so–low…
Do I hear–
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I’ll give you–
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Don't waste your
Time and energy
On negative things
And people
Don't waste my breath
You tell me God
Is no Good
Have you lost your mind?
He is the one that made you
Men
And if it wasn't for him
You would not be here
Yes money is your God
Also you are very rich
And you ignore the poor
People that are living
On the street
You don't care for music
Also you are very stingy
That is what other people
Think about you
Sorry I can't be your friend
War is a waste of precious young blood
War is a waste of fresh natural resources
War is as bad as a raging and vile flood
War is evil if you understand the sources
The reasoning behind such unnecessary
Aggression and the violence and the vanity
Which are cowardly robbing and destroying
Mankind. War is bad. War is a very bad thing
War is evil and criminal
War is mortal and abnormal.
War is a waste for the perpetrators and the victims
War is a waste for all. But peace comes like dreams
Distant dreams. Peace is more precious than money
Diamond, gold, silver and all other precious metals
Said a very eloquent brother who deserves all medals
Ever invented by famous and powerful institutions
Give us peace, not evil wars dear highly divine Almighty
Help men learn from past errors and nugatory aggressions
War is unnatural and abysmal
War is lethal and inimical.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I see a tree, a rope, a dog, dandelions, waste paper, clouds, a toy
Can I maintain their random appearance in my mind
Or shall I bow to the fate of man
impose order, get a handle on them
It is hard for me to just write a normal poem
when i have to deal with the
meaning of human beings who stink
who are selfish in every step of the way.
This earth was given to us by mistake
we did not deserve it because we are a waste
there is no good human being
there is only human waste floating
like on top of the water
someone needs to clean all this waste up
including myself including my brother
he is the real human piece of human ass gas
a real piece of fart including my uncle.
Why was i brought here from war to
an even bigger mistake this place
does not deserve me and i don't like it anyways!
Many would disagree but it don't matter
because it is true, this jungle of farts
and rotten lies and stabs who cares
to even get to know us who are we
why all the gods and homeless at the same time?
Because we have become rude to our own
brothers and sisters our families, our mothers
our fathers, where is all the respect
like i said, my father was a great man
but his mistakes have ruined me
from war to an even bigger gore
and horror, this giant toilet of life
i still don't understand why
i was brought here this isn't
the bathroom i want to use!
Watching life pass by...
Despite the rush hour;
Yet clock stops nor die,
For best to get flower.
Love can't interrupt,
Neither can hate do;
Lust be so corrupt,
But can't bail trust's rue...
Lonely, you can be-
Together you fall;
When door battles key...
Why won't you break wall?
While you can afford,
Trade peace; trust adored.
The river from nowhere flows across the Earth
From every tiny town and hidden hamlet, it comes
To gather the waste of fallen man in countless streams
And carry it across the terrestrial surrendering sphere
The river running from nowhere
Comes voiceless and without song
Acid, ruinous, its life course runs outside of dreams
Silently carrying the waste of sin from its source
It heaves itself up in steaming swells
From the undergrounds of human loss
Vomiting fluids from terror filled wells
Onto the pink flesh of the innocent newborn
And in the clear air of Spring orchards
Stagnant pools form, lying still and hopeless
Cold wetness percolating into the black scared earth
Passing into hell’s icy bottom of death’s eternal void
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