#tribulations
Unfortunately, it is an awkward tradition
That most of us have experienced the passion
Of first love, first wink, first hug and first kiss
Which had disturbed our internal peace.
I still remember the first kiss, the first touch
And the first hug after so many years on the couch
Ouch! It hurts to go back to so many years
Where mistakes had turned into serious errors.
However bad love does not exist on this planet
Experience is about trials and tribulations. I bet
Your bottom dollar that nobody is of course exempt.
These days, I rather think about heading forward
Of loving and living innocently like a brilliant nerd
In lieu of being charged haphazardly in contempt.
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 10:16 PM UTC
I Am a Blessing, and
you are too,
The Lord has done
so many great things for you,
yes, it's true!!!
You are a Blessing,
Less catastrophe, and
less stressing
He allowed you to see
a brand new day, and
started you on your merry way!!!
I Am a Blessing,
I Am a Testimony,
I have been though a lot,
Oh, can't you just see!!!
I Am a Blessing, and
You should feel the same,
You got a lot to be thankful for,
I claim this in Jesus name!!!
You are a Blessing,
I just wanted you to know,
Keep your trust in Him, and
From this, you will grow!!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/16/2025
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
Hey let's go for a stroll,
and Rock n' Roll,
Step one, two, and three,
now, here we go.
Before you judge me,
First, hear me out
You don't know where
I have been, or what
I'm all about.
you need to know that,
I have been through a lot,
I have gone through some stuff,
stomach twisted in knots,
These roads have been rocky,
I have had enough,
I have walked many miles,
Trials have been rough
I have come a long way
I have walked a long while,
One foot after the other,
been walking for miles,
It's been really hectic,
got me singing the blues
I'm trying to endure,
and push right through
What more can I say,
I done all I could do,
OH YEAH,
and by-the-way,
NICE SHOES!!!!
B.R.
Date: 07/4/2023
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
gutted like a fish
my innards strewn about
i watch everyone
step over them
in hopes they won't be seen
i salvage what's left of me
unnoticed and unrecognizable
i paint a smile
with two dollar lipstick
to mask the suffering
who could i ask for help
anyway?
the world and the god
know of my despair
but the lights keep
going out during the storm
blindly leading
i don't trust myself
and i won't trust you either
a vicious cycle of misfortune
can change even
the strongest of hearts
to stone
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:31 PM UTC
Oh dear Lord, please don’t allow anything to obstruct our devotion or love to You
but if something interferes help us to overcome it so as to Your love we can be true.
In this world we are all beset at times by so many unwanted tribulations and woes
that it seems as if they serve to lead us away from instead of towards You dispose.
________________________
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 7:32 AM UTC
The trials and tribulations you go through
Are testament to who you are
And the strength in you,
For you will never be tested beyond your means,
So hold fast to your values,
To your dreams and desires,
And show them who’s wrong
And who’s right.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC
We never have the essential answers, to the questions in our daily lives.
God takes the lead and remains in control.
God touches our hearts beyond wishes untold.
I know you’re hurting so very much; I want to help but I don’t know how.
This storm of yours is barreling toward you; sweeping you up and spinning you within.
You hide behind your strength for others;
but you my friend need someone too!
I can’t imagine, in my wildest dream the intensity
of your pain; the complexity of your damaged will!
To lose so many whom you love so dearly, has got to be
robbing your emotion.
When your insides feel like a drowning sorrow,
When your days and nights regret tomorrow,
When your eyes tear up behind their sockets,
(because you refuse to let your feelings show).
When you just don’t want to be the “old” you,
When you can’t see yourself making it through.
When you just can’t seem to gain any control.
When you feel like giving it all up for good,
When your pain and hurt is misunderstood.
Always remember what I am saying.
Dearest friend in “my whole wide world”,
Our Heavenly father is right by your side.
We have our pain and rock hard endings.
We have our trials and tribulations.
We have our moments of dis-repair.
We have our moments when we just don’t care.
But you serve a God who is all around you.
Holding you close in your raging storm.
You may not see it; you may not feel it.
But God is standing faithfully behind you;
waiting for you to Trust him and fall.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Its winter, cold, stark and yet beautiful
Hearts bounded to this existence
Fingers interlocked
Warming soul breath blows across the palms
Sanguine legs warmed against heated stove
Human in thinking, doing and being
The virtuous kettle starts to boil
Truculent steam sinks quickly to the floor
Tea leaf’s start to surf on the gathering tsunami
Stale scones start to brown on the stove
Honey eases the dry scones path to oblivion
Human to absorb, resist and learn
A heavy coat and the door open
Scarfed mouth and nose brace the sub-zero air
Dogs paws, skiter across the frozen boards
Winter boots crunch the snow emblazed path
Outside loo engaged
Human to explore, try and teach
Spaded snow bound potatoes lifted and sacked
Encrusted river trounced and bucket filled
Animals fed and watered
Mucked and swilled
Back aching and poulticed
Human to be tolerate, effect and apt
Potted vegetable dances a tango with dried lentils
Slices of dried sausage thrown in for good measure
Stew partying all day long
One bowl for the dog and one for its master
Liquify the flour for a batch of scones
Human to dream, play and appreciate
Gods hang out heavenly green curtains to dry
Driving freezing winds blow for weeks
Trees groan from the strain
Animals cower in vain
A frozen river provides no fish
Human to choose, empathise and endure
Banks of glazed snow
Moonlit evangelical trees
Malls of Isolation, lonely, impenetrable but ajar
Welcomed aestivation spreads its joy
The curtain on spring time is drawn free of an icy grip
Human to protect diversity, past and future
Bear trails getting closer
Time for the dog to earn its keep
The scent is taken
The hunt commences
The scope picks up the target
The young bear is marking its new territory
Human to destroy, interfere and absolve
Pull the trigger
The sound echoes around
Crows explode into the sky
A small cloud of snow billows up
The bear now heading East
A few judicious air shots keep it heading away
Human to observe, savour and respect
Ice starts to give way to the warming sun, air and water
Time to check and prepare the boat
Set the nets in the river
Cherish natures delicate flowers
Let the animals out to graze
Human in relaxing, changing and evolving
Enjoy riverine skinny dips
Untangle knotted hair
Adrift in the shallow pool
Newly skinned dragon-fly cruises
Preened wagtail eyes up the feast
Human to feel, laugh and cry
Cleansed of winter odours
Calloused fingers ****** with beeswax
*** boiled doused clothes
Gaping holes where threads fail
Skin soaked in warming rays
Human to theorise, invent and engineer
Wading through heaving rivers
Enjoying fresh food again
Bountiful mushrooms
Plentiful hunting, trapping and fishing
New born in the sty
Human to aspire, educate and archive
Turn over the vegetable patch
Dig in the winter compost
Embed tatties and vegetables
Potato atomiser goes for spirited liquid
Wood logging, stacking to cure
Human to navigate, articulate and embody
Day tripping ventures
Mail pick up and friends reunited
Provision shopping and wares sold
Dental extraction
Hair curtailed
Human to socialise, protest and survive
Time to be bitten by the flying blighters
Darkness gives way to the light of all day
Abundant berries and supplies of jam
Visit downstream farms with homemade fruity scones
Piglet bartering for shorn wool
Human to be mortal, resilient and dependable
Dry fish and meat
Start to restock the wood supplies
Collect the honey bounties
Contemplate the shortening days
Drying pools and amorous clouds of pollen
Human to shape, fill and transform
Rewiring damaged fencing
Barn hinge annealed
Bury another dog mauled victim
Re-shingled roof gaps
Collapse into bed every night
Human to lead, serve and follow
Reddening foliage
Stores a brimming
Sacking of nuts
Smoking fish and magic mushrooms
Last visit to the doctor before the freeze
Human to make life worth living
Watch the last of the departing birds
Snuggle up with a moonshine viewing the rising moon over mountain peaks
Card and spin the wool
Pull out the knitting needles for the first jumper of the production year
Hibernation and snows will seal the year
Love to be a human
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
The sun has become harder to bear
this late April morning.....under
a perfect blue sky, the sun is bright as ever,
it slightly ****** the skin,
grass takes all the heat but is just as green
and still sways to the blowing wind...
we're showered with many tribulations,
bombarded with dim scenarios...revelations
of despondency, death, desperation,
......and of man's evil inclinations...
fear and confusion filter through holes
and tiniest crevices of grounds and walls,
we make do with small corners,
just to create spaces apart from each other
we hear warnings...talks in apocalyptic
tones...we learn of events cataclysmic,
yet, we ignore earth's stormy winds and waves,
telling us.....begging us to change our ways.
we breathe, we can see, we have ears
clearly, we choose what to see and hear...
........................................................
.......................................................
..........................Spring's sky is all over,
but, the lilt, the spring feeling, is nowhere
.......................................................
.......................................................
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 5, 2020
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
Always out of place,
And looking for more.
I have many hopes and dreams,
Yet they never soar.
In need of a push,
Some motivation.
But all it ever does
Is turn into frustration.
Wake up with adrenaline,
But it never lasts.
All I ever think about
Is how I failed in the past.
I’m stuck in a rut
And can’t get out.
I feel like I can do it
But then my head fills with doubt.
I try and try again,
But I always fail.
Do I try again?
Or keep walking down this trail.
Everywhere I look,
I see success.
I keep going nowhere
Even though I try my best.
Tired of being comfortable
In the same place.
All of this talent and ideas
Going to waste.
It’s time to get to work,
These words I must embrace.
No more sitting on the sidelines,
It’s time to join the race.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
The dagger is deep in her chest,
In great precision with the heart.
Empty eyes fill up quick with tsunamis.
Her sadness weighs a ton on her shoulders.
When her kindness is taken for weakness, she becomes broken, little by little.
Her bright smile surpasses a lifetime of pain.
Her way with words shows experience & tribulation.
Her eyes possess conundrum & distress.
Body imbibed by caliginosity,
She is trapped in an eerie forest.
She is a fly in a spiders web,
Struggling to detach herself from the dreadful bleakness.
She's been incapable of doing this all her life,
But now,
She seeks revenge on the killer of happiness
With high hopes of restoring her contentment.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Even in mine worries,
Angst, despair,
Don't worry mine Jane;
Mine love is right here.
Even in mine trial's;
Tribulations I face.
With thee,
Right next to me;
There's a smile on
Mine face.
Though the sand may
Be crumbling, and
The castle's slide to the sea;
There's the beauty of me
Having, thou that
Set's me free.
Though mine flesh
And heart mayest fail,
And the cloud's shalt roll around;
Mine soul is at ease
With thee mine queen;
With thy voice I float
Off the ground.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
Golden coin gleaming in hand.
All his hopes took refuge in that vestige of conjured worth.
The man with no name would buy his name this day...
The empire's burgeoning halls pressed in around him as he strode.
They would devour him in this moment if they had not done so already.
Yet, why the empire? There are more docile things to tame.
Everything is the same for the man with no name.
"People would apologize for stepping on me, but they knew not what to call me, so they went somnolently on their way."
I try to imagine these are the things he'd say,
instead these are the words of those I know,
those that I can hear, see, smell, touch... taste.
The man with no name's words are a waste.
He leaves no footprints wherever he may go.
The steps to the Hand of the Empire are steep.
Some will climb it, some will weep.
Yet, the man with no name will not turn back this day;
he takes a moment to fill and a moment to pray.
His memories are so vibrant, so full of clarity,
like crystals in the light, banishing insanity;
his tales will evoke the highest majesty,
entrance the gluttonous, deprave with vanity,
they'll bite the snake and poison its legacy,
they'll quietly rake the fields of the mind,
yet each soul is weary, cold and blind,
when he is gone, they pay no mind.
His steps are strong, hard, fast
throughout the night, will he last?
This is no simple, boring task,
the steps to the Hand do more than ask.
They take from you and more than due,
they make you fight,
they run through you.
When the night is cold and breezy,
you'll find the steps are dark and creepy...
Of course, the man with no name bears on.
What has he to fear, you can't hunt what you don't want,
for the hunt is a thrill, and trash is pleasureless.
The steps are perilous,
they hunger for blood,
his steps are thunderous,
nailing thud after thud.
Dawn peeks over the distant horizon,
and what a sight to see: the man is still rising.
In tandem the sky and he play their parts,
so does the Empire, putting bodies in carts,
for the night brings the dead, so many have tried,
to climb up the steps and in doing so, died.
The man with no name treads a feat all his own,
but see? A trembling hand. The ache of bone.
For the man with no name is tiring, tiring,
even in the face of his glory aspiring.
He would tend to the sick and defend the weak,
danger and challenge and evil he'd seek,
to vanquish the rotten
and save the damsel,
but he's always forgotten,
that he couldn't handle.
So this lead him to this fateful day,
to this fateful place.
Just look at the sweat cascading his face.
Look at his knees, how they groan and slow pace,
his legs seem to jostle and wobble out of place.
Where is his strong stride? It almost seems funny.
Many would do this sort of thing for money.
Yet, he does this for his own pride,
and that grim determination, from his face,
seems to slide.
He collapses and the jut of a step knocks his face,
for the steps are at his throat,
trying to crush his ebbing life.
I've known better men
to have fared far worse,
but this man looks on his life,
not as gift,
as curse.
Who is more deserving?
More than he?
Cowards! Be gone!
Pretenders, flee!
What's this?
He props himself up with ease,
the fire in his eyes would startle a lion.
The steps tremble with fury,
they quiver with disgust,
they lust for his end,
he must die, he must!
"No."
He speaks!
"Not today."
The gall!
Don't tempt these steps,
the Empire's nigh trekable wall!
"What I want more than anything,
is to be myself,
whoever I am,
so let me pass, you glorified shelf!"
How strange it would be, to be there that day,
for the steps let him pass, without delay.
He stood in the face of the Hand of the Empire.
Glistening in his palm, the token to buy his face:
his full life's earnings, polished, just in case.
He sighed, "All I've ever wanted is to be respected."
At the cusp of his one goal, the man defected.
One day, he told me this tale.
This he said, into my conscience: burned.
"If you fight death for a name,
you'll lose all you've earned."
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
I sit patiently and wait for the waves to consume the sand house I built
A sand house built with the hate that's grown over a period of time.
A sand house built like a sad house, growing weaker and weaker everyday.
The waves roll over my sand house filling the crevices with water.
After the water drains I look at my house and am shocked.
My sand house is packed with more sand, strengthening the walls.
My sand house built like a sad house, built stronger and stronger everyday.
I sit and wait again for the waves to consume the sand house I built
The sand house, filled with all the hate and distress created.
This sand house filled with me, filled with everything that I am.
So I must be strong if I can withstand these waves of trials and tribulations
If I can push out the water and come back a stronger me.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
on the horizon of tribulation
variables hover as unwritten expressions
the plane of abstract thought
a stream of consciousness
holds memories from long ago
the uncertainty holds us
close as a ghost
our worlds float further away
and the fatigue remains
intimately alive
when I sit alone
she shows me that I'm small
too imbued with a tendency
to exude, to emote
I am barely vocal
the plan is predictable
you pluck sentiment from thin air
and with a flap of your wings
take off into trepidation
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
all i wanted was a simple apology
if you loved me it wouldn't be that hard
but i guess you didn't
they told me not to fall to hard but i never listen for i thought was different.
but you were exactly what they said and to my existence your malignant
but yet somehow you still are a stimulant
you set gasoline to my fire and it heats up resembling our heated arguments that end up with one of us in pain
for you were never the solution you were never my rain to exhaust my flames
your a poison and it's addictive yet my soul still survives
it hurts so much but my heart yearns for you it chimes
chimes in a irregular beat; wishing for you to care but its like i'm never there
i always end up suffering the ramifications
your my main cause of my dreary tribulations
yet, i stay
yet, i still care
yet, i'm still blamed
yet, i cant stop loving you
Where did i ever go so wrong?
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
He knows to stay away.
His nature holds him sway.
But hunger holds to thirst.
And Blood has quenched the first.
A white lie'n the pride of the Savannah
A gentle lamb, who's name is Hannah.
O'God reign heavenly manna!
We eat in Peace.
Though wars never cease.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
The Crickets cackle “crisp,”
With an only interruption, being I,
Atop dust, whisper and
Desert highway.
I’d tell you if I were running,
But I’m not quite sure, not yet,
Leaving the Coyote to eat,
Respite, and devoured,
The singing Crickets,
A’howl later,
To deliver answers unimpeded.
I have a faint memory –
A snake’s grip promised, via hand and
Crystal contingency,
“Wiser,” once bestowed, the mystic;
An epic complete, atop 17 years of thunder,
Steel stained crimson,
Street stained whimper
And forever remaining,
“Under-construction.”
Symbolic a more relevant scaffold,
½ bamboo and the other steel, the tower,
Note ‘fore me, it’s only purpose –
Elsewhere, and anonymous,
While I tap my belly to some
Melody we’d once enjoyed;
Maybe something by, “Coltrane,”
Or maybe not; but music we’d both
Recognize and reminisce too.
It’s an awkward alchemy of sorts,
As the Crickets, post-mortem,
Persist if only to chirp, and the Coyote mulls.
When the dust continues to cake.
When the whisper finds newer ears.
When interrupt’s abrupt, erupts,
Pacifies and interrupts again;
My precious distraction –
An amnesia loyal in away from, “then.”
Somewhere beyond, “there,”
And onward, “anew.”
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
We all struggle,
Yes even rich kids.
But, its the perspective that makes the difference.
Gold, run through the flames, destroying impurities, is needed.
Oil, and water do not mix.
If one is not purged from the other, the the vessel is literally "shaken-up"
Im being metaphorical here obviously.
I guess what im really trying to say is,
Don't let ****** situations define you.
Its just fire. Its just pressure.
So, let it purify your golden heart
Let it turn your blackened carbonized soul into diamonds!
Believe, believe, only believe.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
I am not a weakling
I am a fighter
Those are not bruises
Those are trials
These are not cuts
They're battle wounds
That's not blood
It's freedom
I'm a Freedom Fighter
~Corona Harris~
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
I wonder what the point is
And who is getting off...
Truth be told
Credit to you, I owe
To lead me down this painful road
With daggers bearing your initials
Perhaps one day I'll realize
That you are not a worthy prize
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
Gallant knights sweeping forth
A brave war they seek ahead
They can't seem to shake the feeling of stress forming storms that wish them dead
//One dreams of a life with the "perfect" girl
Another ponders a life of endless wealth
This one wants of food and clothes
That one wants to just be known
//But what none could see
And what none could plan
Is that world would come crashing in
//The vivacious boat full of ***** and broads
Seemed also to be full of snakes and frauds
//With every laugh and hearty drink
There seemed to be an equal thunder clap
They couldn't hide from the beast outside
That wished to swallow them whole and be satisfied
//Enemies can be hidden, and enemies can be shown, but not all trials and tribulations can be faced on your own
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
A breath of the highest grade,
Destiny coming taylor made,
The pursuit is gradual,
And the path is magical,
Sick and tired of being tired and sick,
Just holding on while i'm getting a grip,
So close we can taste it,
Consciousness is the latest,
Society ringing in my ear drums,
They won't pay attention so we had to steal some,
What's the course but if not to know,
But to smell, but to hear, but to touch, but to grow,
Tip toeing down this wondrous junction,
Of fundemental simple dysfunction,
Frame by frame we watch through this movie,
Walks in the rains have been noted dually,
Grief should probably bother me more then it does,
Staying positive like it's the only choice that there was,
Impartial thinking to what transpires,
Set backs open opportunity to Inquire,
Expression manifests through tribulations,
The spring has dawned on this hibernation,
"What's the word?" We cry out in fear,
The end has gone the beginning is near.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC