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Spider spider, apple cider
Bench on old worn dusty paths
Crawling, sprawling and appalling
Inch closer to the whole and halfs

Peter Peter or and either
Both trees overlook the gloom
Ready steady toss the eddies
A week is weaker or too soon

Giver giver, baby critters
days adrifting off the web
Laughter after, doesn't matter
Eight long and prickly little legs
I love words
I found the city a pitiless thing.
It smelled of steel, concrete and the bay.
I use to sit on the sea wall that edged
my old college condo, the one I shared
with a black cat, and sing Otis Redding-
skipping the whistling part of his song
because my lips could never purse the
right tune- and watch the tide roll in
catching rainbows in the sun’s glint.

It  was the inhabitants I couldn’t take,
all rude and loud, smelling of salt
and stale fish scales and crab shells,
so snared in tiny toils, frail and idle,
their itching needs thirsty and *****.  
I lost my wonder in the traffic dust,
the night haze and starless nights.
I avoided touching that life less
it should defile me in its lost light,
night terrors and phantasms.

Then, in the small church in
the out of the way corner,
I found her, a strange vision
trembling, ready to emerge
just past the reach of my mind
and the urge of my will. She existed
beyond all jaded aims and
drab  dissemblements,
something unfounded, unbuilt
but ready, waiting to be built on.

On my birthday she bought me
a lounge chair to grace my
unfurnished balcony, on the
very day I purchased my own.
And there we sat (my desire),
watching the city unseal itself
across from me in a sweltering love,
constantly revealed, being
forever built and rebuilt on
in pain and unfathomable will.
Dr. Martin's dream is a dream for many generations
Past, present and future… Life is about hope, compassion
Love, freedom and justice. It's not asking for too much
Because human lives are precious and priceless. As such
We were all created in the same manners. No one got
More, no one deserved less. There are three levels in the lot
Birth, live and death. We all must go through the same process
Health is paramount and wealth is secondary or temporary
We all will leave earth one day, soon. Hoping we're all blessed
To remain on earth for a long time. A dream is a reality
That will or will not come depending on the dedication
On the focus and on the resiliency of the participants
We all dream for a better future for our families, friends
Even for perceived enemies. Hope is in the air, like flying ants
Wishing to land on a fertile sugar cane field. Dr. King, our Hero
Is a man with many names: Dr. Martin, Dr. King, a great fighter
An activist, a superman, a martyr, etc. He was the older brother
That we dream of being with us in time of trouble, at a low
Point of our lives. Dr. King was an amazing inspiration to a world
Filled with backstabbers, hypocrites, racists, maniacs and criminals
Dr. King's dream is well and alive for many generations. Animals
Will never rule the universe. Human beings cannot be obviously curled
By a bunch of so-called right wing individuals. Common sense will
Always prevail. Love will always win. The racists and the haters ‘will
Shall fail. Positive attitudes will always win. Brother Martin's dream
Will live forever. All men and women were created to enjoy the ice cream
Equally, to be free to fight against unfairness, selfishness, racism, bigotry
And injustice. Dr. King's dream and inspiration will live forever, for eternity.

P.S. I write what I want to write about and say what I want to say.
I am a free man.

Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Tangela Byrd Jan 14
Figure skating around these acres, I spark a

match to an incense and let these intrusive

thoughts be diminished; channeling my

inner voice; Pardon the hoarse I was

creating with source, Finding out who the

greatest,  I didn’t know the role was taken;

but I’m still animated, while I put these

pieces in rotation holding one hand out the

matrix; I got a piece to line out these

annotations, while waiting on a collect call

from the galactic federation, staying in tune

the news is cocky but I’m kind of rocky like

balboa,  I ain't no street soldier but I keep

my knowledge tucked in a holster ready to

blast on any composer who show up like a

controller; hold up I run with the

Egyptians, the sight seers, and truth

seekers, a holy war with no secrets, I break

even, I spread my wings like a desert eagle

and stand toe to toe to shadow box a fire

breather, giving my sixth sense like this the

Elements, Where Rudimentary shouldn’t be

a settlement, I’m heaven sent A classic as an

American title, I give grace to each space

upon my arrival; no need for a recital, I’m

ashing out the ashes to the incense while

opening my eyes from the temple I stepped

in
"Write me a poem."
You say that like it's an easy task,
Like there's a button I can press,
To make a masterpiece.
This is not something I can exaggerate,
It takes years on years of life,
Hate, death, love, music, day, and night,
Just to write, "A simple little poem."
Poems often don't come as easy as you'd think.
Anil Yelpe Jan 2
ख्वाबों की दुनिया में खोए, हम चलते हैं,
हर मोड़ पर नए रंगों से भरते हैं।
सपने जो आँखों में पलते हैं,
उनकी हकीकत की तलाश में, हम बढ़ते हैं।

कभी चाँद की रोशनी में, कभी सूरज की किरणों में,
ज़िंदगी के सफर में, हम खुद को खोजते हैं।
हर मुश्किल को हंसते-हंसते, पार करते हैं,
क्योंकि उम्मीद की किरण में, हम जीते हैं।

सच्चाई की राह पर, कदम बढ़ाते हैं,
अपने अंदर की आवाज़ को सुनते हैं।
हर पल में छिपा है एक नया अध्याय,
हम अपने ख्वाबों को सच में बदलने का जज़्बा रखते हैं।

हर सुबह नई उम्मीदों से भरी होती है,
सपनों की बुनाई में, ज़िंदगी की लकीरें होती हैं।
कभी मुस्कान, कभी आँसू, हर रंग का स्वाद चखते हैं,
इस खूबसूरत सफर में, हम खुद को और गहराई से समझते हैं।

फूलों की खुशबू में, हम प्यार को महसूस करते हैं,
हर रिश्ते की मिठास में, हम अपनेपन को खोजते हैं।
कभी बादलों की छांव में, कभी बारिश की बूँदों में,
हम अपनी खुशियों की कहानी, हर लम्हे में लिखते हैं।

इस जीवन की किताब में, हर दिन नया पन्ना है,
हम अपने सपनों को जीने का, हर पल एक नया मौका पाते हैं।
चलते रहें इस राह पर, हाथों में हाथ लिए,
क्योंकि हर कदम पर है, एक नई कहानी लिखने का जज़्बा लिए।
यह कविता जिंदगी के खूबसूरत और चुनौतीपूर्ण पहलुओं की यात्रा है। यह हमारे ख्वाबों, उम्मीदों, और उन्हें हकीकत में बदलने की हिम्मत को बयां करती है। हर कदम पर खुशी ढूंढने और अपने आप को गहराई से समझने की प्रेरणा इस कविता में छिपी है।  

यह कविता मैंने जिंदगी के सफर और उसमें छुपे हर पल की खूबसूरती को महसूस करते हुए लिखी है। यह उन ख्वाबों को समर्पित है, जो हमें आगे बढ़ने का साहस देते हैं।

This poem is a journey through life’s beautiful and challenging moments. It explores dreams, hope, and the courage to turn aspirations into reality. It’s about finding joy in every step and understanding ourselves more deeply as we navigate the path of life.  
I wrote this to reflect on the beauty of life's journey and the strength we find within ourselves to keep moving forward, no matter the obstacles.
THE LONER Dec 2024
For me inspiration
does not come from adoration
It comes from depression,
or even regression.
And when im in session
is my doctors question
What did you write?
why do you write?
Breeze Dec 2024
I'm right here with you as you're growing everyday
I feel the warmth shine from your smile
You will move on and soon our time will pass away
So let's reflect on this a while

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

We deal with our lives as we're living day to day
We step in inches not in miles
As we discover that we learn in our own way
We have our own unique style

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

Everyday there's a challenge you can seek
If you said your goals in sight
You can get through any problems that you meet
If you try

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives
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