#comprehension
Reading and comprehending?
For those that may be struggling else illiterate?
Perhaps wipe off the sweat
and pick up the practice again
Allah is the source of Power of course Allah can provide the best
The Prophet Muhammad peace be upon
was illiterate so the people won't accuse him of writing the Quran
One day strive and find something that can be better than literacy
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:59 AM UTC
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a ruler
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
Flowers of all kinds,
I saw hyacinth, lilies, and roses alike,
Bought and sold near the riverside
Some in faith; others in love,
In the same faith; thrown away;
Castrated in city haul
Plastic flowers were sold near the florist shop
I saw the fresh flowers get withered
Never ending but fake,
I saw beauty being littered
Wandering this busy city
Near the station, as I stand—
I saw a little child laugh,
With nothing but a paper rose in hand.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
If you don't wanna understand it, don't.
You're not held to comprehension.
If you don't want to agree, don't.
You're not held to a thing in discussion.
If you don't want to think, don't.
You're still liable for your actions.
If you don't want to speak, don't.
You're still liable for its consequences.
Personally? Don't have a fit,
I don't give a ****
Smell the flowers!
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
All poems and proses are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem or prose can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
Never did I intend
To depend
So heavily on this pen
And the hand it was able to lend
But if I didn't spend
The time I did attend
Like if I only spent the weekend
Workin' on me,
I wouldn't have been able to defend my heart
Or fend off the dark
Because I wouldn't have been able to comprehend
The in-between
Of the beginning and the end
©2024
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 11:15 AM UTC
Finite compassion
Finite love
Finite reason
Finite recognition from above
Finite beauty
Finite realism
Finite money
Finite working system
Finite education
Finite brain cells
Finite investigation
Into the finite comprehension skills
Finite common sense
Finite self preservation
Finite self defence
Finite coherent mission
Finite greatness
Finite days to live
Finite forgiveness
Finite directive
Finite relevance
Finite cooperation
Finite presence
Finite revelation
Finite patriotism
Finite rules
Finite fixing 'em
Finite scruples
Finite healing elixirs
Finite work on problems
Finite cure backers
Finite beneficial algorithms
Finite action
Finite lessons learned
Finite reaction
Finite your turn
Finite grandeur
Finite effective comedy
Finite healing laughter
The same can not be said about tragedy
Finite answers found
Finite coping skills
Finite middle ground
Finite deserved kills
It's obvious I could go on and on
But I just dawned on me that I've always had
Finite fuucks to give
©2024
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 12:40 PM UTC
Here I stand, in one hand I've more knowledge than ever
A better comprehension in the other
But no third hand, arm, and shoulder
All needed if you hope to discover and then be a supporter
Of that impossibly elusive answer
Now fewer than ever and always less than the day before
Watching compassion wash away with the tears from the eyes of a lover
As I try in desperation to prove a mear possibly, maybe we're better together
Before the search begins and what's wanted is what's found in another
And I'm left to wonder the vastness of forever without my chosen partner
Alone, not wanting to, once again, risk going public with my server
That fear leads me here, to a future where I put all hope in never
And yes, you don't have to tell me, I'm well aware...
...I know that makes this a hopeless endeavor
©2024
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 8:08 PM UTC
It's true, I usually don't know what to do
What if I'm not around long enough to follow through?
Never know if my way or the highway is the right way
What did that sign say?
Will it be possible to recognize this impending last day
Even if just a day before it's referred to as "Ah shiit, is that today?"
This is foul,
Where do I go and what do I do now?
And just because I know what to do doesn't mean I'll comprehend the how
Who in their right mind could stand here and say they could handle the architecture and atmosphere of so many types of conflicting fear?
Who's the stranger with the black soul looking back at me in the mirror?
I wish it was clearer
But there's never a gene around ever
Take note that not every question has a viable answer
While some answers only raise more questions after filtering through questionable ********** banter
That's why there's a little manic in the laughter
And a wave of panic soon after
©2024
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
The risk of takin' time to begin mendin' a broken and frozen heart is it could stop its natural rhythmic beatin' at any given moment, without adequate warnin'
Matter of fact it's bound to happen like global warmin', that's the only endin' found followin' right on the heels of drownin'
Any other prediction goin' 'round is only white noise background sound of them denyin' and rewritin' facts, specializin' in turnin' backs and bold face lyin'
I constantly find myself suffocatin' in my own skin like it's a plastic bag grippin' my face, compression at the neck, not lettin' air in
Debatin' whether or not to go all in and fight this overpowered and undefeated depression with persistence and medication, maybe some meditation and self reflection
Or should I just go ahead and give in again, puttin' in little to no effort to change the end into somethin' worth strivin' for, will there even be someone there lookin' forward to me arrivin'?
This is not pretend or manipulation, basically I'm forfeitin' due to exhaustion and frustration, handin' over the rains, just givin' my inner demon the win
I'm sick and tired of bein' tired and sick, gettin' beaten, pickin' myself up just to start takin' the walk of shame back to some new beginnin'
Plus, spoiler alert, I already know the final boss battle in this surreal engine is just gonna be against myself, once again
Same as its always been, it's not about to start changin' now, no amount of trainin' or preparation' will stop this from happenin'
Like the programer guy and I are playing a side game of chicken, he's got nothin' to lose, I've already lost everythin' holdin' out for a win that's never comin', never a celebration
I'll die if I don't keep moving 'cause I can see the next hardship comin', it's fuckin' gainin' on me quickly and I don't have a remedy or solution so, tail between legs, I start runnin'
I'm noticin' the **** selection, nothing good comes from either decision especially if you're plannin' on bringin' logic in as part of the equation, it should help but it's only a complication
And I'm forced to pick a direction without knowin' the destination or what I'll be facin' or what's waitin' for me at the finish lines location
Even without an imagination as dark as mine you can see its a risky expidition with low to no expectation of finishin'
Hope diminishin' past salvation, straight to damnation and a bitter end
Death awaits every person ever born, he's never missed one and I won't be the exception, it's the when I'm questionin', on my knees prayin', shiftin' seamlessly into beggin'
In one hand I could win the battle that's ragin' in between my ears, lord knows I'm tired of listenin'
On the other hand I lose the war, therefore there's no reason for even tryin', no goin' back to the beginnin', no rewindin'
I'm left nursin' a wound that's turned into an infection and its quickly spreadin', entertainin' the thought of idle hand amputation
Don't need to be an open heart surgeon, it's already been broken twice and put on ice, I'll just rip it out then hold it up for all to see before it completely stops pulsatin'
The fixation has never been on fixin' anythin' but rather dodgin' any situation that'll get me lookin' within
Possibly havin' to acknowledge I might not be worth savin', is that me speakin' or my shoulder devil at it again'?
It's gettin' harder and harder to tell the difference, both soundin' the same, the blurred line causes confusin'
I know the notion of what I'm sayin' isn't easy to comprehend much less believe in
And that's the reason why I've bottled every emotion and set them floatin' out in the vast ocean
To keep me from bein' a burden to anyone but one person, you're lookin' at him and I lie and say it's workin'
I don't know what I was thinkin' not takin' this more serious from the beginnin'
It's been ruinin' my life's mission, runnin' up a tab of bad karma that I'm gonna wind up payin'
Stoppin' all forward motion by keepin' me frightened to the point I've given up on fightin'
The results are in and it's unsettlin', I now only seem to be nothin' but a punchin' bag for Satan and his legion
I'm startin' to come undone at the seams and it seems like no one's carin' but I don't know what else I was expectin'
I could've predicted that with precision like I have the ability to be time travelin'
Knowin' for certain what the future is bringin' but I'm just goin' off of every previous lesson that left a lastin' impression
But still not seein' the big picture, fussin' over the small **** like somethin' on the roof of my mouth I can't stop tonguin'
Wastin' precious time that I could've been usin' to at least soften the blow I know is creepin' up, comin' 'round the bend with the collection plate to put my fate in
But again, I can't stop the regression long enough to gain traction, a continuation of my downward trend, market value crashin', free fallin' with no parachute or safety net to protect my noggin
I don't give myself permission to feel anythin' other than self derogation
Sleep deprivation has my dreams fadin', countin' one sheep, two sheep, **** the rest have gone missin'
I'm left pickin' myself up and dustin' myself off, brushin' my own well bein' to the side, out of sight, out of mind, keep it hidden
All lefts, no right to weigh in even though it's my life my thoughts are playin' with, throwin' caution to the wind
And now that I'm broken beyond repair I get tossed into the compost bin lettin' somethin' else grow from me decomposin'
A form of reincarnation at worst, at best, a place to finally get some much needed rest in'
I'm no longer invested in livin', hell, I'll even sign my own death certificate, give me a pen
©2022
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC
Trade winds blow backwards
My mind reels
Insight in insight
Thirdhand apocrypha
Melting all the time
Icebergs within icebergs
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
I still have to and follow the inquiry
to learn to belove
at paid attention
every face
shaping
I encounter.
Because there is no fleeing
from any of them
when I look in the mirror
well
(and in dark glazed)
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
What wonder with
Poetry in Prose,
and
Prose in Poetry,
those two together
made at
once,
what Art is that
whilst those
trespass borders
of what’s cognitive and not,
my true form of wording
and existing
being
as that!
That is a feat,
mingle those two together,
make one fluent into train of events
by the other
and the other make
the former
an extravagance
that should reign
on us!
The most forming way
of expression verbally
and not!
And what experience would that be
if we took under account again
the spaces
and
the “Enter” key
between verses
in a classic poem structure,
to think how that changes
everything and what
respect it demands
in each line
differently!
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
The Word gets constantly abused
and has no one to turn to
except those,
who came to taste what went first
before its even ashes forming.
Like Cinderella in the attic-
unwanted, locked, mistreated,
everyone pretends she’s not there
Yet it is her the one they’re searching for,
needed, and the centre meant of it all.
A true man of God getting an articulate smack to the law their face shines with.
Because Word is also a person,
even greater and higher than it has been presented to us,
yet not even considered as a speck of
it so.
“I love you”
“Understand”
“Thank”
“Good”
“Bad”
“What”.
Calls such as those hang so worn out
Like a fabric, shirt,
barely holding at the seams.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
Whittle away at stone
or at wood
carving the shape
in your mind
Imposing your will
if it does any good
even though you're deaf dumb
and blind
Man against man
man versus machine
man and woman
entwined
Grasping at art
the person you've been
maybe not happy, or giving
or kind
Coming the day
when paradigm strikes
and like a bolt through
your brain
You'll comprehend fail
like a wreck in the night
all of those feelings
and more
will remain
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
A tendency or trait I have
to sense,
comprehend what others may not,
and then for it to go
the other way round,
put all the way
into the oblivion back.
Apprehension…?
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
When life is right
And you behold their sight
You think just might
Be my new shining light
That thinking won’t last for long
Because it is certainly wrong
It’s a sirens song
One is not singular
Everyone is like snakes are
Something modular
This is scary
So do not tarry
When finding someone complimentary
And if you are to marry
Know that it is necessary
To understand their itinerary
Protect their light
But see their darkness
Help them in their fight
Because you and them share a likeness
Don’t fear the dark
It’s part of the spark
People are not one thing
your mind will be in a pink spring
So remember to bring
Something to fight that veiling
Which is so blinding
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
the more you're attached to your narration of life,
the more you are missing the comprehension;
which indeed can't ever be contained or explained.
we are the derivative of energies and ****** up chunk of proteins, which doesn't want to be a part of anything else but you. '
you're the biggest cover to keep and you're the biggest secret to reveal, to not the very world but very self of yours.'
that's the fixture you do with narration, you never hold it; you give up on it but what you can learn is the comprehension.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
This spoken language,
Spoken by my heart,
In garbled anguish,
Can’t be deciphered
By a mind that learned
To speak happiness.
My heart is vanquished,
Crying to come home,
In foreign language,
Can’t be understood
By a mind that learned
To listen for joy.
This is when your body learns loneliness,
When your thoughts don’t comprehend what you feel.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
I don’t know what I’m reading.
I stare and stare and stare at the book given to me by my professor but can’t bring myself to open it, because I don’t know what I’m reading. It’s not in a foreign language that I’m having a hard time translating, because ironically, that would be far too easy. It’s in my native language, the words registering to my brain like breathing, but I still don’t know what I’m reading.
What are these authors saying, as they twist and weave their words into a world that everyone around me seems to understand? I can see the surface level of what the author is trying to say, and if I try hard enough I know I can scratch at it to see the layer right underneath, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
“Don’t give excuses,” my professor says, and I know it comes across as an excuse as I try to explain that I can’t tell anyone what the underlying meaning of this scene means, or the symbolism it’s supposed to represent, since it goes flying over my head like a bird narrowly avoiding collision.
“You need to participate,” my professor says, and I know I need to try but how can I when everything that takes ages for me to think of is said within the first five minutes of class discussion? What takes me an hour takes my classmates a minute; what takes time for me to raise my hand for takes my classmates to the next topic, my contribution long past relevant.
How do I survive college this way? How do I get by when writing is what I’m good at, but I can’t understand the writing of other authors and poets who put just as much work into their stories as I do? I am a fraud; the looks of confusion and shame I receive when I state my major to the world are well-deserved.
“Could you share with the class?” my professor asks before we are dismissed, the eyes of my classmates tearing into my soul as I try to bring the words to my lips that I know will never come. What could I say to everyone that expects an intelligent conversation from a college senior?
“I’m sorry professor,” I say. “I can’t.” And I sag under the weight of disappointment.
It’s not my fault, after all. I don’t know what I’m reading.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
In nature
trees grow
as wide as the
roots will
allow.
At a point,
science must
surpass nature
or risk becoming
a 'nature' -unto itself.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
There is a light following behind me.
Making a angry shadow in front of me.
Should I turn to the safety of the light;
Or investigate my curiosity in a parallel universal fight.
The light beckons for me to come home where everything will be fine.
The shadow represents my future self within my new design.
For me to accept this new variation of myself I must slow down time.
I must accept and inspect from my past design.
The influence of the light has brought to this confrontation.
The maddening thought is how can I change without positive reconciliation.
As the light fades on another day.
Will I change in some other way.
The decision is to try to make a change on myself.
By putting all life’s tragedy’s on the shelf.
Forget them and stash them far beyond the comprehension of oneself.
Deep into my memories I will dwell.
With the rising of another day.
I see my shadow and look on it with dismay.
Have I changed?
Maybe I have just rearranged.
Whatever is done is done.
Next time I meet my shadow I might turn and run.
Although change might be good for me.
I most of time I do not see.
The light carry’s us away.
No longer will we be crowded in dismay.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
Where ever you may be let there be solicitude. Clear all other moods my dear. a sensitivity you took for granted. All the bull **** you ranted. Still all is forgiven, but not forgotten. As my inner demons want to see you rotting. this battle inst over yet, let compassion fill your heart; before all is to late an ripped apart. you had my sympathy but forget my empathy. Let off the deep end, descend my ill minded friend. i know this is hard to comprehend. quite useless indeed. just heed the warning because we may not see the next morning my friend. peace cease to rest as for your no longer here, just a mirror i broke. so evoke or choke on this toxic air. as its seems harder to bare. to everyone who thinks differently or indifferently i wish you all well. as i step through hell watching from the inside out.. endless route. i now walk in solitary, that this wont end through any
promissory i held. ashes fades to grey. only to feel betrayal to watch all vanish away.
_ marty ** ftw an FML
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC