Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream
We all dream of chocolate and ice cream
We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels
We all dream of good, bad guys and devils
That’s where nightmare comes into play
We all dreams of better days in May
When the temperature is cool, welcoming and warm
Spring fever brings hope, something new and calm
Living is about dreaming for a better and fruitful future
Without defying Mother Nature’s raft and thunder
Don’t stop dreaming
Don’t stop hoping
Don’t quit
Not even a bit
Keep fighting and dreaming for something better
That’s the essence of breathing like a new creature
From time to time, we forget our dreams
For diverse reasons like the summer streams
Wandering in the deep forests in search of the ocean
Which is miles away waiting for a benediction
We all dream. We dream awake or asleep
Simply be careful and prudent while away from the beep
We dream at night and at daytime
We dream and hope as we rhyme.
Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Radiation lobby,
filled with unspoken sense.
I see a community of fighters and partners.
The partners are
the curious who know.
They sit using books as blinders,
or sitting watching others.
They are family waiting.
The fighters are strugglers,
arriving with smiles or stone faces.
They are:
slow walkers
fast walkers
chair riders
cane holders,
or with chemo caps,
or cancer wigs.
Travelers
funneling through a journey of hope.
Given by greeters and nurses.
Cancers lessen
by treatment with
radium and cobalt sessions.
And then a bell rings,
for someone,
radiation is ending.
Now there is a light around you,
and you are free.
Still, we think of new others,
a cycle continues
with new faces same faces,
until cancer fades,
with no traces.
'The Boston Massacre' killed British soldiers, three
and destroyed quite a bit of tea
O, those heartless American revolutionaries!
Hamas just killed 700 Israelis, mostly civilians
on a Jewish Holy Day
Captured over 100 hostages too
dozens of babies and grandmothers, by the way
Now American Congressional radicals in 2023
Omar, Bowman, Bush, Tlieb, AOC
rally in support of Hamas in NYC
O, such brave fighters ~
destroyers of lives, freedom and liberty
I was much involved in this thing.
You mustn’t forget that at all.
So, you stop arguing with me:
For another time your challenge…
Easy to enter fighters’ ring,
Their curses picked in far-flung hall,
In all eardrums stings of a bee;
Ignored restraint seeks its revenge!
Hand pushes to begin a swing,
Sometimes, a quest for quick home call;
Slashing anther throat is free;
Whoever mercy shows quite strange…
“Not unheard-of to life just fling
Some Saul had done it; also Paul
Better than being hanged on a tree
Between both of them a wide range.”
Now, what true laurel does it bring,
Does it the quite short make quite tall?
One is hurt Normal Man would flee
Some passions mutely ask for change…
The arms prize fighters swing
While in watched boxing ring
Riches speedily bring
And Buccaneer make king...
The arms prize fighters swing
In banks swell the prized thing
Six figures the dollar,
In finance now taller!
Angels but without wings
And I'd swear not one sings...
The arms prize fighters swing
Other arms put in sling.
From it they expect a link
And hard they swing them not think;
At rivals' blistered lips wink,
Long after they'd died no blink.
Fire ravage,
You come to know the power of the fire
When you see a steel melting in the fire,
If a steel which is so harder melting what about
people and animals?
Fire ravage,
When the volcano Nyiragongo erupted ,
many people ran away for their lives ,
few people and animals burnt and turned to stones.
Fire ravage,
I remember about the destruction of the fire in Australia
And other countries,
Many fire fighters stood up to help,
many people and animals burnt and died.
Many Christian ministers and Muslim sheikhs
quoted about the lake of fire in HELL
Where more wrongdoers will be thrown.
Fire ravage ,
Jesus Chris said," I have come to bring fire on the EARTH, and how I wish it were already kindled!
You hear about the fire in HELL
and the fire brought by Christ Jesus on EARTH,
Fire ravage,
Stop doing wrong things,
Accept to melt into the fire
of the Lord to be HOLY,
When you will die HOLY,
you will not go to the lake of fire in HELL,
You will be with the LORD in PARADISE.
Febuary 25/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
You may never know, for a true fighter will never show.
Their fear is always hidden, on purpose of course with careful intention.
Their anger is suppressed, under a tent of reluctant duress.
Their tears are held back, well until they are under attack.
Fighters are always armed, often they are farmed.
The cultivator's battles are long and drawn, using you as their pawn.
The fighters are cultivated with pain and regret, from others who were also under threat.
I hope you are a whiz with the answer, because this is the real question.
Will you continue to shy from the danger or transform yourself into a ranger.
From every heart felt smile, can build a new style of fighter.
Learning to be better than the other fighters, the ones that always knew how to get through.
Here is some cheesy advice, all coming to you from way below the asking price.
Keep your head held high and have patience to stand by.
For the fighter that is always left standing is usually chanting...
You will NEVER win, if I NEVER give in.
-Isa Jynx
~Fearless Fighters~
And there we have them
A team of believers
Who believed in our freedom
Dreamers who had faith
In there dreams
Brave warriors who knew the worth
Of United African Nations
Relentless freedom fighters
with great thirst for freedom
Fearless mothers and fathers
Who sacrificed much for their many children
Musicians
who sang against segregation
a multitude of Civilians
who were hungry for civilization
They faught in the rains
They faught in the Summers
Until all nations
At some point emerged winners
Though with great
shed of innocent human blood
They all fought with one spirit
One mind
Therefore on this special day
We stand as a people with on mind
To affirm that we shall protect and embrace
The history and culture
Our heroes wrote with their own blood
But this serves as a reminder
That our Victor's victory wasn't about winning a war
But uniting a people of different races and cultures
Preaching oneness though with different skin colours
WE ARE ONE
AFRICA FREEDOM DAY
While American jesters juggle away democracy
Ukrainians fight to the death to defend theirs.
My reputation is that of a jester
But I DO have a serious side
Some friends find it out of character
And worry that I'm not my old self
Not true... this is still me
Commenting on what seems to be
A much more dangerous world
Correct me if I'm wrong
Perhaps it's because of my advanced age
Kinda hoped we would have found peace by now
Not a chance, we humans will never get it right
It's written into our DNA
We'd like to think we are lovers, not fighters
Unfortunately it's never been true and never will be!
If our neighbour has a bigger house
We want a bigger one than his!
It's not the most attractive side of human nature
We think we are above our natural combative instincts
If per chance peace on earth is ever to be achieved
I'll be long gone but I'll be watching
And will return for a day or two
To revel in a world when peace finally reigns
To all the freedom fighters who fought,
We say thank you for bringing us into light,
Today we honour you for being independent,
Freedom is the greatest accomplishment,
You made us live in a peaceful environment.
We remember you as we bask in the sun,
For you fought with an arrow and not a gun,
Working hard until the whites were overrun,
Spending nights in cold forests and mountain,
Teaching us to be one 'n' united as black skin.
You live in our hearts and remain heroes,
They used submarines but you used canoes,
In the forest you're attacked by mosquitoes,
You had no doctors to treat your sicknesses,
And you chose freedom over your families.
©Kelmwa
You hear them before you see
The droning engines growling easily
They burst onto me post haste
For there is no for time to waste
The hot summer sun and wind
Has meant a fire without a friend
Burning on the Kangaroo Isle
As the crop dusters battle from above with style
These battles are waged by the brave
As the fire spreads in wind swept waves
For the summer sun can be an enemy
To be kept in check and not let be free.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Photo 2
What to do with our enemy?
There's nine hundred and ninety terrs there.
With sore limbs and no toys.
In time, word will get out.
Compromising us in future.
Over the edge!
You four, take three men each.
You know the drill.
The SF guys nodded and trotted off.
It wasn't said but done.
Were they being recorded?
Hopefully.
Would save the SAS a job.
Showing the world what happened to terrs.
Off the cliff one at a time.
Like jumping out of a plane.
Or into a swimming pool.
But with a four mile terminal velocity drop.
Two ex-terrorists are kept.
Prisoners.
Our mission continues.
We'll get back safe.
No one is lost yet.
Nothing will stop us.
For we keep your world safe.
Are we a group of writters ?
Or simply a malicious spiteful ?
Group of in-fighters ?
Only out for ourselves ?
With no 1 left
To prey upon
Because they forced everyone to leave
Because they wore there heart on there sleeve
And we were just not worthy
Our Own Heroes
**********
"We,
Birthed by parents;
Without prior planning
For a proper alignment
of their kids destiny,
yet,
Here we are,
Our own very selves,
Our own heroes!"
We Are,
Our Own Heroes
We've come this far;
gods in human form.
We've visited the very eye of the storm of life;
Waded through the jungle of life's harsh reality...
Bathed in its gore and ruthlessness.
We've seen it all;
Yet still standing,
lording over our eventful conquest in our own little way...savouring the pleasure of a victory earned through combat...a combat of will.
Though, without a grand ceremony to honor our presence among mortals;
Yet, we will lay claim to our divine trumpets,
We will horn our praise till the rest of the celestials join in our unsavoury dance...
The dance of the Immortals.
With it, we will build an atmosphere of gaiety and galore... an atmosphere of a distinct piety.
Then, we shall boldly say, facing the mortal world:
We Are Our Own Heroes!
Peter Ekhator Godwin Iyendoe (pegi)
ghops
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