I have seen those who do the Dance of Death
although, they do not know what they are doing
choices, some bold and brave, some dumb and young
are made and the consequences drive the dance
some boldly go dancing, some timidly dance,
and some blindly dance as if no one is watching
the scene is scary, yet can be moving
and my prayer for the dancer is that they live
to dance again and make choices once more,
hopefully wiser ones that will allow them to
grow older and bolder and live to dance again
I have a little malady; it feels like leprosy or maybe it just looks like it
The recipient of chicken pox twice, slap cheek and now shingles,
I could spend my life being irritated, angry, lamenting my fate
They have not lasted five days, they have lasted five years
One day I said let’s ignore them, maybe they will go away
They do not go away, and I sit on them, on my left side
So, you can imagine this is truly comfortable.
Not!
We tried seven remedies; I cannot take a shingles shot until they go away.
My doctor said “they may never go away;
this was the worst-case I had ever seen.”
Okay, if we are going to live together shingles,
then I will to do a lot better job of ignoring you.
I can throw salve on you sometimes,
but other than that, you are not wasting my time.
I choose poetry, I choose art, I choose cartooning. I choose my dogs.
You take very little of my mind or my thoughts.
My choice, my outlook, my attitude.
I am choosing wisely.
His sloppy slipshod attitude
Was picked up by both daughters
His son took after his wife
A minimalist who never abided a mess
The son never let the hoarders into his house
Losing touch with his father and his sisters
Choosing neatness and cleanliness over people
Just as his mother had done.
That one final
bullet
That one final
dagger
To use
on another
Or to use
— on ourselves
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
May we be blessed to stand in love’s all-encompassing glow…
having chosen love yesterday…
choosing love today…
and hopefully….choosing love tomorrow….
Choosing love in the sunlight…in the rain
underneath the moon…the stars….
to keep choosing love every day
until
love becomes exactly who we are.
Hair Long to short and teeth once straight
BUT
now instead crooked
Food made fresh,
BUT
now instead eat nothing, that requires me to cook it
The body with an exercise routine, I enjoyed feeling strong
BUT
now instead the mirror sought unbearable, I look uglier and stupid
A match made in heaven we both seemed so well-suited
BUT
now instead I see the devil, who all along disguised as baby Cupid
a young girl struck by love, my future plans then lucid
BUT
now instead my only thoughts are......
I must have been deluded
I sit in the sun
vitamin D massages my bones
I feel healthy
loving the warmth outside my cave
trading dungeon-qualities for lightness
away from technology of TV or computers
my cell phone inside, on silent
choosing nature over stress
traffic is traveling in all directions
I do not miss the frantic feel of driving
the stress of wondering
when they are going to kill me
every car a potential bullet
large and mean
discourteous and rude
choosing to stay home is an easy choice
Life littered with litres of distress and stress.
Uncertainties certain to terminate happiness in our nest
But we chose hope
Darkness lingering over our lingerie in secrecy
Hurts dished out in hot tempers
Yet we chose hope
Subjected to torture rather than nurture as though we're objects.
Wrongfully wronged in places where the rights of the people should matter.
Still, we chose hope
There wouldn't be the need to be the light of the world if the world is full of light.
Whatever life throws at us
Our light will never go dim
We'll hold on to the thoughts and voice of hope in cloudy days.
We choose hope.
I can only wave it once so I have to envision the results
entice my flowers, highlight my house or eliminate faults?
My imagination has ideas that go up into the air
blowing smoke in my mind, without any worry or care.
the ideas are swirling around my dendrite-filled brain.
I always wanted a pterodactyl, and a pink whooping crane.
My own fire engine was another one of my little dreams.
Waving a wand once is not easy it seems.
World peace? How would I know? How long would it last?
Could I go back into my mistakes, travel back into my past?
Could I visit heaven and speak with my mother again?
The ideas are endless, quiver is the state of my chin.
I will have to have more time, I know that now of course.
Black Beauty was gorgeous, do I need a unicorn horse?
the faeries are gathering, to watch me make my mind think.
I finally wave my wand and give myself a new granite sink.
Sheila was careful about choosing lunch for his pet. It had to be colorful
and lively. He liked chasing them around his cage a few laps and feeling their
fear, before he gulped them down in one giant gulp. She looked over the mice.
One of them was particularly pretty, a caramel color. She chose him.
she fed jake live mice
he reveled in chasing them
fear surrounded cage
between cow or goat
I would choose goat
loving my horns
using them to toss away my enemies
between tree or rock
I would have a problem
I love them both
especially cottonwoods and mica
between life and death
I would choose life
because I believe death is really more life
just a better one
between kitchen and bathroom
I would choose kitchen
cinnamon rolls, mashed potatoes,
chili, meat loaf and pancakes
between man or woman
I would have another problem
I like bits of both of them
feel we have been both in different lifetimes
As darkness falls
And the monsters creep out,
I have a moment left to ponder
Argue, scream and shout.
It’s been so long for me now
To feel a calming deep inside,
But I’m sick of running from myself
And I’ve nowhere left to hide.
The sun will rise on me today
With the glow on my skin, the warmth in my heart,
A new beginning is on its way
And I’m eager for this day to start.
We all know it won’t always be easy
Those feelings don’t just disappear,
But I’m choosing to be happy now
And I’m glad that I’m still here.
The darkness shows itself
When you’ve lost the light,
Know you haven’t lost the battle
You only lost a fight.
You have it deep within you
To win this mental war,
The trauma you have fought through
Has made you much stronger than before.
No longer feeling a victim
You’re a survivor, as am I,
I felt the lowest of the low
Now I will enjoy the highest of highs.
I choose to sing
a gentle song
in a soft ballad
I find my time and place.
A gentle song
in peace and love
I find my time and place
on a makeshift stage.
In peace and love
in subtleties of verse
on a makeshift stage
a new life I create.
In subtleties of verse
and in nuances of lyrics
a new life I create
intimacy found.
And in nuances of lyrics
feelings of my heart are conveyed
intimacy found
my performances graded and scored.
Feelings of my heart are conveyed
as I take my turn.
I chose to sing
a gentle song.
Choosing a genuine leader
Is a dauntingly difficult task
To constitutionally ask
Uninformed voters
To vote their conscience.
Such a practice defies science
And natural common sense.
That too many followers lack
And where criminals hack
The convoluted system
With a simple leaf
Of a fragile stem.
It is hard to catch the thief
The convicted felon, the liar or the backstabber
Who lies like a hot fryer.
It not easy to choose a leader
Who can only win the pot, but
Can lead, without being the butt
Of all hard-working comedians.
Do not shoot the native Indians
They have nothing to do with this turmoil
Which is ravaging the nature of this soil.
Do not kill the good aliens
For no reasons, for excuses
Nobody will believe the ruses.
A real leader is not a tyrant
Who can only talk rubbish or rant.
Choosing a great leader is not easy
The voters must not be delusional and crazy
Money can buy privilege and power
But it cannot buy greatness and candor.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, May 17, 2017
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