A dawn chorus of unfamiliar birdsong woke me before first light. I had slept well despite the night sounds of a nightjar and the heavy breathing of unseen animals beyond my tent. Before exhaustion finally claimed me, a feeling of inevitability had washed over me.
we can't change circumstances
embracing moments
taking stock
we are either the hunter or the hunted
what part do we play
in the dance of life?
soft light wakes the earth
cackling laugh echoes the dawn
pale pink paints the sky
Chrissie the angel had a hesitant song
every note out of her mouth was pretty much wrong
but she had been initiated into God’s chorus throng
so she did her best, but it was not long…..
The other members demanded God take her back out
They were vocal about it, some of them said this in a shout
God was not pleased they thought He had made a mistake
But He put her in charge of frosting a large wedding cake
The cake was a hit, Chrissie was great at food
She created other items too, putting God into a terrific mood
He took credit for years, pretending that He had known best
But I knew better, and so did all of the rest.
Ever have a song
Stuck in your head,
Saying you have thirst
For sound koolaid?
Koolaid, you know,
The stuff that controls
The body metronome,
Whether moving the mind
Faster…or stopping it altogether.
Fans become cultists.
Do you have Bad Blood?
Are you Never Gonna
Not Dance Again?
Do you imagine tacos,
Magical tacos, falling out of the sky?
At concerts, do brain waves
Become one wave,
While the masses belt it out,
Swaying lighters to and fro,
Predicting the beat,
Or repeat
What words have caught hold
Over you
And taken the moths,
Flying out of leather folded homes en masse,
Flapping wing beat to song.
A plague is afoot and hive brain has won.
Is that dope, or dopamine,
Helping me work, work out, love life, escape life,
Or take in a better or more macabre scene.
Let's watch the snow melting
It's wonderful and very nice
The nightingales are back
The sun warms the day
The weather is great. It is mild
In the streets where kids are playing
Football and girls are jumping ropes
It's nice out. It's a glorious spring
Let's hum the songs of yesteryear
Together harmoniously.
The air is good and fresh this morning
After the breakfast of hot buttered
Petits pains and latte
We go to the platform on the quay
To skate, to see and witness
The comings and goings of the small sailboats. It's dark
At the bottom of the ocean where the fish intertwine
The weather is nice. It is springtime
Let's sing the chorus of the old days
Together melodiously.
Copyright © March 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
At dusky dawn
a scamper of paws
resounds on parquet
and marbled halls.
The Obermeier tinkles
ancient ivory vibrates
in a concerto
of feline chords.
Soprano meows contend
with the garden quartet
of iridescent birds
rapt joyously
in kingly melodies.
Feud Tyrannosaurus Techs spewed they must be Taurus
Their notorious own porous homegrown lewd chorus
On a heinous hardcore intravenous tour to floor us
Felling their telling of spoof truths pointless like Icarus
Fury jury swelling..no quelling now imbued enormous
Screwed slewed after being pursued...they deplore us
Mood brewed skewed by a crude & rude thesaurus
Be shrewd make sure this brood are booed eschewed
Moan their scary lairy tone or drone's prone to bore us
(In his opera ‘Nabucco’, Verdi included this song.
The dispossessed Jews represent Verdi’s own
Italians, who were being oppressed by Austria.
It's an anthem for exiles everywhere.)
Go, my thoughts, on golden wings
to where my feet would love to tread,
to where the blackbird of the twilight sings
as day subsides and shadows spread,
to where the gentle murmurings
of languid streams console the dead.
Oh my land, so fair, so lost!
All our troubles come from men.
Can the sunlight crack the frost?
Will I see my home again?
Carry me across the waves
to where my soul will sleep at peace,
to where the ageless architraves
disdain our turbulent caprice:
where none are owners, none are slaves,
and winter yields to summer's lease.
TINY CHORUS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
choir of crickets
small chorus hidden in grass
summer’s fading song
Oh autumn trails
Bring pleasant winds
That never trail south
The island once was a sweet emerald blessing
with a chorus of sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
A stowaway soon arrived on the scene...
A brown snake with a smile of poisonous sheen.
At first it sang a duet with the pips and the peeps
but it is deaf and only exists to distract and deceive.
Soon after, the chorus had become quite extinct.
No more sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
The brown serpentine is staring at the horizon.
Flicking a frantic fork at the neighboring islands.
In springtime, the harmoniuos chirping of the birds awakens me.
Tonight I'm in my room getting high, on Nostalgia
Watching reels made to look like it's 1985, people in the comments say the sun just doesn't shine the same , I just tell 'em nah thats because this is AI
but I still watch anyway, homesick for moments that no longer exist I turn to my phone and pull up all my old favorite playlists
I listen to my youth, one hit at a time
This is serotonin
Forgotten lyrics bring back happy memories of the past
I held on to so many sights, smells, and feelings ..
A life I thought was long forgotten
Feeling whole at last
I have been unlocked and the chorus breaks me
He left not a speck. He left not a stain.
He left no more than a black widow's brain.
He warbled loudly as he stood in the rain,
and sang it again and again and again.
Let's start holding hands
Then proceed like thus
We'll hug the first verse
Then kiss the chorus
With lots of repeats
And much give and take
I think you'll enjoy
The song that we make
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