Sea Level
Below sea level resides the
alumnus or
alumnae of
being caught in
the middle of
everything.
Thank you God
That I’m always a student
I abhor
The slaughters of the babies
Toddlers were killed dead
Young boys and girls were shot dead
Pregnant women were stabbed dead
That’s terror
Young men were executed
Young women were raped and killed
That’s horror
Women weren’t spared
Sick women were beat
Old men and women
Weren’t exempt
No error
Fuhrer is alive
Terrorism
Is not dead
Students have conscience
Leaders lie
The buildings are pulverized
Treaties ain’t for all
Blame a few
Murder is no joke
That’s death
True free speech
Is dead too
Students have conscience
They are always right
They make sense
They protest
No justice
Here on earth
No freedom
We wonder
We ponder
We differ
They conquer
Like wild beasts
There’s no peace
Terror, horror and revenge
I remain an alumnus.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Alumnus of prestigious J J School
With an artistic bent super cool
Brought up in Mumbai amidst hardship
NCR was his abode brief
Thus suited to all metros here
Full of ‘fine heart’ everywhere
With model like handsome mien
A man of party umpteen
With much coveted BFA
Organises beauty pageants in sway
‘Larger than life’ skills innate
Overpowered all hurdles I state
Founder of Creations NK
What a way to make hay..!
Today being his birthday
I wish him come what may..!!
Annual reunions,
he keeps coming back
to this school campus
like a restless dog
haunted by a place
where it vaguely recalls
having buried long ago
something truly
precious!
Hey! You free spirits!
You are so blessed!
Unlike me!
It's too tough
to stifle our emotions
inside a closed space.
Because it whirls round us
again and again
like the leaves swirl
But you the free spirits
swerve everywhere
as there's no limit
Oh, the free spirits
I envy you
You are so blessed!
Unlike me
Hey darling
few days before
we were you
we are your alumnus
we were there
tolerated the torments
Now we are free spirits
Trust, believe and be patient
Miracles do happen in your life
Mar-30-2018
For the contest Picture this by Joseph May
Image 2
( "Write the truest sentence you know." - F. Scott Fitzgerald )
Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims;
fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse,
when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed,
animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy,
genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame.
Go to the spy picnic early, the heavy earth hides,
the shy long-cot swings over the screeching pond.
She wont let me say the words; I love her,
an ice-cream non-communist with a gypsy-grace and a smorgasbord-rub,
( I have tone-deaf toothpaste and my megawatt chow miens)
It’s enough to make you gang your hemihedral in a jolt-wagon.
Someone aught to have better sea-sense. Not me-
I’m palm-crucified. My bulls-eye is a hearse!
She might marry me to a multi-syllabic drainage or I might climb the scrupulous oak.
P ink is a color from the rainbow
Its the color candy floss
No other color is as quit as good
K it mite be a bit vibrant but who cares
Pink it can be pail alumnus or bright
Infact girls love pink
Never say pinks horrible
K to boy s it mite be but I love pink because pinks just me
Like a restless dog haunted by a place
where it vaguely recalls having buried
long ago something personally precious,
he keeps coming back with the seasons
to this campus for a quiet homecoming.
Looking at the much younger generation,
he wistfully wonders if only these kids
knew he was best debater, basketball star,
physics gold medalist, essay-writing champ
and heartthrob of the loveliest in this school.
But they don't know and even if they're told,
they wouldn't care, much less be impressed;
so he just keeps the glorious days in his head;
but as he turns to go, he notes how some of them
look like absent classmates years ago dead!
Reputation Mind Tower
Alumni alumnus refuses to let the truth to surface on a mirrored pond of
questioning students making efforts of understand just why they cannot advance
it is the tower. There is reputation of the men to be considered they send the best
minds of all the millions to be rulers. There is the tower. Just consider the men
the many evil men in power shooting weapons of destruction just to walk up the
staircases of the tower. In the elevator he has loaded his revolver to carry death
up to the tower. The upper room is the final test there is just one computer there
it is an image of the beast it blinks on and off saying 666 in burning letters and
now every devil wants to climb the tower is where every minion goes to battle.
Climb the ladder of successes work and slave for all those stresses and
someday you may climb up the staircases of my tower and be the beast who
rules the masses.
Reputation Mind Tower
He smilingly, smugly says to himself:
"Ah, if only these kids knew
I was best debater here,
essay-writing champ, basketball star,
physics gold medalist, heartthrob
of the loveliest in school
...ah, but they just don't know."
But, how some of the kids look like
absent classmates decades dead!
So, he keeps coming back with the years
to this campus like a restless dog
haunted by a place where it vaguely
recalls having buried long ago
...something really precious!
Winding my yearn to discovery's burn
'round your lips, as you riddle in whispers
Stripping the sugar off winsome lit words
which invisibly slide off your fingers
Crumbling the retrospect into alumnus
of catapult reason and rhyme
Always remind me and circumvent bind me
I'm yours just as much as you're mine.