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Talent speaks a language all its own:
a tremendous silence filled with ease.

I do not mind having to make noise,
clattering along marble shards,
a dithersome chaos,
striding,
striving,
just the same.
This isn't to take anything from those who are gifted. Not from their persons or efforts. Merely to articulate my contented nature.
One,
Become Many,
Involving Our History:
The Truly Unexplainable Mystery:
Loose Lips Whispering Forever Tales:
Mirthful Intimacy Between Two Unmet Strangers:
Singing, Dancing, Laughing, Echoing Softly:
The Honestly Hearty Rhythm:
Our Pittering Love,
For All,
One:
Joshua Phelps Sep 14
I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

Now we’re in darker times.

A creeping feeling—
apathy is the norm.
It feels dangerous
to know
there’s no turning back.

All caught up
in the madness,
no room
for sadness.

We live in a world
where humanity
has fallen.

Gaslighting everywhere.
No one reads
between the lines.

They glance past the facts,
look away
instead of standing
for human rights.

I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

When we weren’t told
to sympathize
with hate.

I can live
with madness.
But to accept it
as the norm—
that is madness.
this poem came out fast — urgent, unpolished. it speaks to the ache of watching compassion slip from the public eye, replaced by apathy and gaslight. it’s a refusal to accept cruelty as the norm.
A BIRTH

Twelve hours in velvet dark
I waited for your shaft
to penetrate my channel of desire
birthing purity and long lashes

You came without a doubt
Acacia branches making curtains
their feet digging deep for
the numinosity of life

Wisdom of Time feeding a
******* into pink moistness
Deeply hidden thorns created
a serpent circle of protection

Descent spiralled into eardrums
eyeballs, silently swirling light
dividing with space, minerals
unfolding with Earth’s rhythm

Her sister shed joyful tears
for her soft arched feet
whilst ***** petals fell
for dainty fingers curling

As missionary I buried a sticky
cord beneath Acacia
Understood the elixir of truth and
your departure into shadows


©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
We can never forget September 11, 2001
We will forever remember such a date
A date that will live in infamy
A date that has everything in it:
Sadness, fire, death, destruction and bravery
Heroism, sickness and resilience, except happiness
9/11/2001 is a memorable and a daring date
That changed the world. Things are not seen like
The day before. We have a different perspective
About life and everything under the sun
We learn new ways of mourning, sighing
Fighting, of course new ways of being absolutely resilient
No, we will never forget this fateful day where terrorism
Became a new word. Everybody is talking about the death
Of so many brave first responders: firefighters, policemen
And many others who wear proudly their uniforms
We shall never forget 9/11. We will never forget 9/11
The sacrifices made by the brave civilians who had lost their lives
Are priceless. The eternal flame in our heart cannot be extinguished
We know that everyone in NYC and elsewhere will always
Remember how the world got shocked, stunned by these egregious
And deadly actions perpetrated by a bunch of sick cowards
9/11/2001 is a monument engrained in our brain which will live there
For a very long time. The memories of the braves are metastasized
In our psychic, no one can suppress them without killing us cold
"911" is no longer three numbers but a historic symbol like Pearl Harbor
9/11/2001 is now 18 years old. 18 years of tears, fear, pain and suffering
We shall never forget 9/11. We will remember. We can never forget 9/11.

Copyright © 9/11/2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I see the sad color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, all minutes of the day
I see the serious mental and physical damages
That this cancer has done throughout the ages
And is still doing to our beloved human beings
The others treat our People like they are leftover beans
On a petty pet's plate. Our people deserve respect
Fairness, justice, equality, acknowledgement
Compassion, credit and better treatment
Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck
Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted
Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted
At one time, they were hunted and hounded by the system
At other time, hindered and haunted by an organized medium
Created to attack, destroy, burn, ravage and annihilate
To embarrass, marginalize, ridicule, punish and discriminate
I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons
Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, our elderlies
Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons
To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies
Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism
When our people are not hired not for being unqualified
But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified
Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism
All golly minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled
Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race

One human race, one human race, one **** human race.

Their false pride, their fake supremacy, their ignorance is unleveled
And their audacity is incomparable. I see the colors of racism
Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them
Most of the time, I simply cannot elude, evade or escape them
It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms
The bigots easily function like virulent or venomous vipers
That **** out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters
Our lives, Black lives, like other lives, are sacramental and important
And our contributions to the world are significant
I see the ugly and surly color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, every minute of the **** day.


Copyright © February 24,2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Cassie love Sep 9
I bet most of us don't understand what poverty is.
But If you have ever seen
A child step on broken glass,
Wear rags to school,
Then you know what poverty is.

Schools slam doors on children
Whose only crime
Is not carrying silver coins.

Children go to bed with broken ribs,
While others discard feasts into bins.
Do you know how heartbreaking this is?
We shed pity,
But pity cannot fill a plate.

We need to make the world
A place for everyone.
Not all of us must dine on silver spoons —
But at least,no child
Should go to bed
With a noisy stomach.

And if we ever help,
Let it not be for cameras or approval.
For Kindness needs no attention.
This is for all the children who go to bed hungry; you deserve more from the world.
[ Poet’s Note :  This is the second of two poems personifying Truth ]

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part Two

Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
blood spurting, soiling fine furs of
humanoids at play with slick lies
and shallow Hansard words
trying to acupuncture Truth

Blood that stains and weeps and
                                   weeps
blood that runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
                                   rise up again !
pulled firmly by the hair with wide
                                      open fingers
Truth rise and rise and rise

dance with Courage
find amethysts in hard hearts of fear
cradle them to Moon for blessing
connect with fluffy clouds where little
girls see God

Truth !  be washed by midnight rain
plait yourself softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in
unbroken voices

Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste
                                       hot bread

Truth springs up again and again
She rises from oceans and
mountains forever and ever

Right here !

©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990
slanting hue

sink every desire due  ~

cackle at humans
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