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rendezvous 502
made it through
is this happening to you?
Logan Robertson Jan 2021
Testing

It works. I tried posting earlier, 2x, and received the message 502 Bad Gateway and for two days the poem
I posted had zero views. I was puzzled.
In fact I was saddened. In my view something not right with this site.
Hp doesn’t want to read
Post as you please
Hp doesn’t want to show its feed
The streams mostly go empty
Sometimes some words
Are seen
Rest they all go hiding
Under a rock
Or into unknown dreams
Waking to
The empty Hp stream
#hp
Logan Robertson Jan 2021
From that storm driven dark day.~ I saw rioters chanting U-S-A, U-S-A.~ And raging, raging, having their stay.~ Like wound up robots with words to say.~ The mob-like, lapped the Capital and it's prey.~ Then raced thru the steps of Trump's relay.~ For there they were under his spell and play.~ Like they were programmed to stray.~ Months of Trump's stop the steal came to a fray.~ When the mob took the Capital my heart dismay.~ It was like watching stupidity, and horror in disarray.~ For there they stood casually in foul play.~ Waving flags, cameras, and de-pricing their way.~ Yet totally oblivious of the law and mainstay.~ This day needs closure and the puppeteer has to pay.~

Logan Robertson

1/19/2021
Tomorrow Biden will be sworn into office and I wish him all the best. And Trump I have no kind words for. For here is a man that is not all here.
I woke early
this morning in Lisbon
before the birds chirped
the traffic shattered
the silent room in the
Sao Bento Guesthouse
and the old tram
struggled, groaned up
the steep hill

She stirred beside me
even and measured breaths
I turned on the white light
and read Pessoa
and Florbella Espanca
poets of the past
of the hilled city
split poetic personalities
the one
she, the other,
a killer of
her self

"Abre os elhos e encara a vida!"
advice not taken

today we'll walk those hills
ride those trams
and eat seafood along the Tagus
as we ignore
the passing
of our lives

open your eyes and face your life
Logan Robertson Dec 2020
Sally Looks To Someday Push Buttons

Sally walked the floors of life this year
Each climb up she cautiously lived in fear
She lived on, brink to brink
Week to week, flight or sink
She hopes that her elevator is near

Logan Robertson

12/20/20
First of all continued prayers and hope everyone is doing well and coping with the pandemic and life.

With recent news that a vaccine for Covid has been found there's are great reasons to celebrate. It's a start. For many of the world a cure would lead back to a normal life. That's would be a kiss on the lips. That would make everyone's heart sing again. For Sally this year has tested her resolve, and idleness, and she looks forward to shifting back into gear
Logan Robertson Nov 2020
Sally cast her vote true, onto what lies
To the best candidate that meets her eyes
She wants a truthful honest man
A president with a proud plan
Sally checked none of the above applies

Logan Robertson

11/2/20
10/10/8/8/10

Tomorrow's US Presidential election between Trump and Biden leaves Sally conscience pure, and free. Tomorrow she will pray for her country, for all the honest people and that the next great leader surfaces in the future.
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