The sky is blue, clear, jovial and ethereal
To welcome with open heart spring which is
So beautiful, fresh, colorful, and at ease
Oh! It's a reborn again time which is real.
Oh! Friends, it's the most wonderful season
Green lawns and shrubs return to the horizon
The birds resume their blissful refrains
Listen to the sound of the old fashioned trains.
Little children play on the unpaved avenue
Gorgeous ladies walk around almost nude
Where some amateurs fall into pleasant dreams.
The trees are already full of sweet sap and the streams
Are in good and superb shape for the season
Dear friends, naturally the harvest will be cornucopian.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Here lives old witch visionary,
Great-great aunt of Hermione,
H. Potter deemed not so great,
Rank amateurs do not rate,
She's happy in her pumpkin patch,
Conjured up a wizard match,
Her suitor's name is Ethelred,
Makes him feel really good in bed,
Across the moon-epic trips,
Maybe NASA needs wiccan chicks!
Good luck, if you are searching for love on line
Love cannot be brought or sold, real love is found
Haphazardly. There is no pattern, no real bound
No formula, no history, no cup and no special line.
On the internet, one can find countless problems
And hazards. Love can be like a dream, an illusion
Few are blessed and lucky to find exceptional gems
Sparkling on the busy boulevard or on the horizon.
Love, on line, ain’t love. Puppy love is for amateurs
Romeo would have never gone on line searching for
Juliet. Old time lovers used to write romantic letters.
We know that it’s another time. There are beasts that roar
Even when they’re happy. Searching for love on the internet
Is like playing Russian roulette. This is a warning not a bet.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Opulent indulgence amenities
generously upload green thumb senses.
Greenhouse cautions region known as frost tease.
A pastime cores, aloof clock condenses,
held their grounds by abductions amateurs,
urged escape slips scaling agrees to muse,
as petalled lips voiced beauty needs no words,
collision scope of heaven's choice of hues,
evaporates the softening of air,
in wakes of entertaining choirs of awe,
from an arrested audience who dare,
beauty bows to its mentor ... dainty paw.
A princess Stateside pleasures her duty,
"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty."
*Oui, French translated as, Yes, and pronounced as "we"
He soars above the heat,
High above, sun’s right hand man,
Watching the mewling amateurs underneath.
His sight instills fear,
Though too high to steal a glance,
Where he navigates, his war cries they hear.
His vision recognises,
In a staggering second he dives,
Rejoining the chasm of sky and sea divided.
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Bird - Peregrine Falcon
Additional note*- I am not a premium member and therefore I am unable to use the poet’s notes to write all of this. Thank you.
a poe-at-trees po-attics
means...
rhymes rye-me wry
and...
to add-verse adverses
with...
shortened short-end
messages...
as a mature amateurs
care-act-sure...
stan sand
It is said that the world is quite strong.
When we both agreed, we were wrong.
But systemic risk leads to a spare call.
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.
When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry,
the diction is made utterly dull and wiry.
Implied options for a farewell gathering
The effect is similar to lathering.
A dreadful jester with mixed craziness.
When guilt clouds your eyesight, haziness
A genuine illusion and a shaky submission
You are vigilant in the face of recognition
Lacking a faithful foe as a recent symbol,
To a mindset that is wrong at its core.
For the moral majority, act proudly humble,
to develop skills in each particular sector.
While skilled amateurs and realistic untaught,
assist fetch harmony to the dissonance.
This reliable test incites calm unthought.
That is aimed straight at the outer imminence.
It requires steadfast cynicism and rustic grace,
so as to withstand this negative preening.
And sway away from school without a trace,
to allow the word "normal" a fresh meaning.
Written: September 29, 2022
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Unceasing peace and calm arriving on the wings of twilight
brushed hymns quietly strung on golden harps by heaven's
mezzanine:
Plush dreams luxurious and velvety, such as the evening light
yielding and pliable, like your breath, breathing gauzy inhales
and exhales, on its own accord...
Interplanetary steps taken through the milky way
everyone is welcome here in this paradise of old, we are inlay
to the falling brooks and waterfall emotions , we are humans
soaring higher then the eye can see
Like the eagle and the hawk, we too can perch on new heights
lay down and caress the lofty mountains and the green green grass
We can fly like the butterfly nice and slow setting the skies aglow
We are amateurs of life, newborn souls babies in the milk of mother
regardless of our age, here we are eternally taken by the beauty
and the splendor that revives us, time and time again.
Begin your journey with one step and see where it takes you
my friend, Namaste !
You breaketh my soul
where am I to find it now that you've taken control
neglecting the tide
my fountain of youth placed there by your side
Never shun the forgotten sinner that by shame ever to stay in remembrance
strained to be as Temperance
flawless by standards of mind playing amateurs in times glance
my savoring heart will not bludgeon yours if you offer it your stance
Procure me to the parade
hover moonlight shade
blue turns to jade
stay with the lovers heir to which we have made
peer into the ocean of silver ice crystal streams
seeing our fate in my dreams
Call of minds refuge
upon weary lands of ode
memories kept under deluge
to decipher the code
Forgiven are ye who walk upon the stony grave of deserts loom
swept ashes by grace unbound naked as a cleansed fume
This week I joined an international group
That goes by the name of 'Poetry Soup'.
The members all vary from amateurs to pro
From the famous and great to the average Jo.
The 'Soupers' share works of numerous kinds.
They reveal how creatively one can express what's in mind.
The power of poetry operates on those
Who truly appreciate what these works really show.
Poetry allows a voice to be heard,
Gives the writer a chance to choose the right words.
Poetry can stir deep pools of emotion,
Can touch souls, can declare devotion...
It's exciting to read what these 'Super Soupers' share
And to have a mutual passion with people everywhere!
A policeman named Abele Bibka
Never ran marathons in Korea
Won Olympics in Rome
Took a gold medal home
His country then named, Abyssinia
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You can't make up a name like this...
Abele was in the military guard of
then-Emperor Hailie Selassie. He
won the gold medal in 1960, back
when most Olympic athletes were
true amateurs, training in their
'spare time.'... Do you know what
Abele's country's name is today?!
~ Ziket -
Amateurs just wing it
~ Pros bring it
patience is not an embargo;
eerie enmity oozing flows
gaunt gores, perforated pores pruned
fostering felon feasts - foiled fluid
neither is patience hoisted hay;
nocturnal nature chopping day,
smothered smithereens callous clips,
dark dribbles, moist mood, drizzles drip
patience is all but wanky wait;
taciturn haste fuming torn trait,
etched emotions lagging, joy foiled,
confetti of wishes - wit's spoil
patience's an ocean draped'n torrents,
amateurs savor waves' torments.
'20:06:27:12:20
Note: of pored patience.
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The purpose of being
human to live as amateurs
and not to live
to attend to be absent like meteors
I think you're full of . Selfish big style men in suits.
The games you play ing suck. You're bloody amateurs.
Underground sex and getting it on. Are you for real?
Next time invite me. Or else it's jiving devil time at your expense.
Every jealous man is dangerous. I'm your worst enemy times a ton.
So sit tight and get scared. I'm the angry to fear most.
Ignore my threat at your peril. Please do so and it's party time.
Sweet revenge is mine. Like roping your sister good and slow.
Sexy sister agreed to my terms and went along. Then begged me for more.
How's that for starters? You corporate fecking whores who want analytic action.
I will win because I'm me. The badass redneck writer from the Badlands.
Take care and watch your back. Feel free to arm yourselves and prepare for war!
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