marooned mind
my capricious creation
designs psychic lattice
morphs into innate Narcissus
nestled in introvert isolation
where I am me, aberrant recluse
The marooned mind molded in
webbed design,
laces the lattice of psychic pattern,
innately configured.
In its fold the rainbow secrets lie,
defiantly dormant,
a captive of my capricious creation,
inherently content,
morphing into a Narcissus nestled in
introvert isolation,
where in my realm I am me,
aberrant recluse.
All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!
All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Bloody chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.
The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.
Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Due to days of desperate dreams
Base of the Bay of Bengal borne
Hazardous heirship in the directing diplomacy
Nowadays, need the native nationalist
To save the sacrosanct dispensations of democracy
Come, come to capable the country career
And abate the aberrant amoral anatomy
©Mahtab Bangalee
In marooned mind shaped in webbed design
the strands of psychic hues are patterned.
In its fold rainbow secrets lie
as captive of my own making,
turning into Narcissus in introvert insight,
where I’m with me as an aberrant recluse.
Reigning in cluster the edge of steep scarp,
the flock of mine sprawls so very proud.
I’m a meek loner in the midst of them all,
for each one is happy to be in the crowd.
As I’m secluded in a ditch of sequestration,
the kinship camaraderie they show with flair.
For my innate nature I’m often jeered,
since their line of subservience I don’t tow.
In their group I’m the strayed one,
my own person, I’m the odd one.
I’m branded as an aberrant madcap,
for in my candid way I’m like none of them.
Life for me isn’t shaped for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside the heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been,
making the deviant otherness unique.
Season's decay paints the sky with autumn’s glow,
Etches each leaf with hues of red, yellow and gold.
Pastel shades of summer warmth are withdrawn from the show,
The tones of night are blackened blue, turned chilly and cold.
Ensnared by fate to fade to gray, the flowers do yield.
Murmuring their colors to leaves now dead and spent.
Belatedly, the leaves tumble to the ground, their past concealed.
Enwrapping the earth's lament in a patchwork quilt so resplendent.
Reflections dance upon the lake’s calm still face,
Fleeting mists loom in and settle, besmirching views once clear.
As life's pace slows, nature is content with autumn's lace,
Lulled to stall and beget another fall, in yet another year.
Life is expelled to pause as September withers away,
Surrendering its tapestry to the aberrant beauty of decay.
I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence.
Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictures of societal mores are rent asunder, and the very fabric of reality is torn apart.
Echolalic luminaries periodically tilt, their sumptuary influence shrinking villages into steel vexations.
Precedence of principles and codes, a paradigm of insecurity, influences vermillion equations.
Jeopardized crescents and tacit furor satisfy the economist’s balloons, coached through versions of fossilized tutelage.
Cathedrals of vice and transgressions wraith through legends, inferring civilian nudists infected by hurakens.
Cultures torque and embark, communicating through the columns of Groningen.
Chiaroscurist initiations of mnemonic memories effloresce in alabaster vigils, aberrant cadastral mortmain consuming convergent dispossessed flâneries.
Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and
freighted with the memories and the dreams of time.
—H.P. Lovecraft, The Best of H.P. Lovecraft:
Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre
His Overboard Tale
My captain bellows, “heave-ho.”
Off the plank I go, overboard.
I plunged into the night, entangled in
aberrant irises of the deep.
When my abject insanity rewinds,
I wish that I had swallowed the sea.
The kiss of salt and seaweed,
the wretch filled my lungs.
The Shes were more fish than maid
with huge hips and floundering tails.
The strange language of burbles,
their breasts made me gag…
Seahag hair, menacingly like Medusa’s.
I surmised sirens locks would actually bite.
My dreams capsized.
Why am I alive?
I’d rather that the chest be covered.
I shall never recover.
That’s why this landlubber
drinks and drinks, burbles.
At the end I was found on a rock.
I hit the rocks hard.
Swallow the water, lad.
Leave no room for desire.
Mermaids are a misnomer;
breaststroking in Bruichladdich proof.
Have a swim lad in this label
and stay far away from shore.
Tomorrows Bells
David J Walker
It’s nature’s way of warnings
The chirping’s and howling’s
And tolling’s of bells
Clouds gatherings
And scatterings of
Of aberrant feelings
That dwells
In the late-night starlight
And the variant paths to
The various Heavens and Hells
The lines and their moving’s
In contractions and swells
The heart knows what
Comes and goes
In the dark tolls
Of tomorrows bells
Trust issues,
restrained heart
left frightened;
Believing
is so hard;
Aberrant;
Could someone
just love me
without cause?
Multicolored, the garden looked as though a rainbow paved,
Each blade of leaf and each flower abundant proudly waved...!
Vivacious bottles molded like that of precious sapphires,
Shone like the very galaxy blazing like grass fires...!
Aberrant Prevaricating breeze keeps his bit distance,
Though likes to move midst these bottles, forgets his consistence...!
I stand motionless like a bronze statue finely molded,
And praise the Lord God Almighty Beauty, my hands folded...!!!
"Edified mind lights life in darkness, senses divine grace
in soul suffused with bliss" - By Poet
The compulsive free will ostensibly latent,
envelopes my mind with transient shroud,
obscures the ordained pathway God makes,
l need to travel for it’s designed for me.
The invisible glow of the omnipresent radiance
wraps my obsessed essence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate life’s self-centric false image
in the fabricated domain of self-deception.
Out of the dark abyss of despair,
in inward journey through layers of awareness,
my soul perceives the gleam of divine beacon,
lighting up the path to the precinct of bliss.
After the aberrant exploits the errant mind
finds the dismal trail of vice illumined,
the secret door opens to the inner sanctum,
where conscience glitters in heavenly light.
When the notion of being becomes devout purpose,
the soul shines with spiritual sheen,
then in self-searching endless endeavor,
I perceive godly grace in the realm of divinity.
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February 8, 2023
Theme chosen : Divinity
Contest : Writing Challenge - D Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Ravenous dream, cluttered and unclean.
Aberrant darkness, hideous and unseen.
Raging killer, seething; hardly breathing.
Raving butcher, leaving death and bleeding.
What demons lurk for a murderer in a gay enclave?
Name the repressed desires by which the slayer is enslaved.
How many kills kill off latent amorous specters in his heart?
Craven homophobe assassinates his shadow from the start.
What torrent of torment molds a gay executioner?
What self-loathing this child of incendiary invectives?
What self-shaming open wounds forever fester?
What ambiguous mask to hide the emotive?
What type of culture is so threatened by how we love?
What perversion of fear breeds within so many thereof?
What sinister civilization spreads this hate potion?
What dogma of night terrors releases this poison?
Ravenous phantoms, virulent apparitions,
The shooter never lacking in ammunition.
Delicate petals hold ethereal love and kindness.
The rifleman can never kill them in his blindness.
Freedom is unfettered living,
It is unrestricted access to
life's pursuit and treasures,
It is an equitable distribution for all,
Fair judgement and open playground,
I’m not held bound,
I belong to myself,
I’m not afraid to talk,
My voice is my weapon,
The prison doors do not stand in wait,
Nightfall does not scare me,
All stand on equal footing,
No slave, no freeborn,
Fight or flight,
Freedom is a worthy cause,
Its aberrant, a shattered hope,
A light kept in obscurity.
April 29, 2022.
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