The door opens,
and there he stands.
Knife in hand,
searching the room
for his victim.
Heavy footsteps
rhythmically fall
on the cabin floor.
The stench of sweat
assaults my nose.
I whimper
beneath the bed,
praying that I will
not be noticed,
or my story will end.
our hearts clenched as one
so much love we shared
our dreams two different paths
our lives dividing
going our separate ways
spiraling into
verbal assaults
our love compressed
unraveling,
disheveled,
undone
our relationship losing shape
releasing into a motionless drift
splendid fairywren
in the long sunshine of life
songs keen as a knife
crimson sky or dawn
once cream moon's done her dreaming
silk roses preening
airy fairy spell
as the summer heat assaults
a thing no one faults
diamond gemmed blue wings
smooth and easy hopping grace
when jade frog croaks bass
They push to fashion pain.
They tear to harvest tears.
They take to tighten strain.
They rule by seeded fears.
They lie to lacquer faults.
They bleach the record clean.
They sanctify assaults
And call their hunger “seen.”
They map in righteous red.
They sail on ghost-white cloth.
Pale hands above the dead,
Pale faces naming wrath.
They preach of light and grace.
They brand their conquest “right.”
Yet drain the human face
Until it blanches white.
They rise on borrowed breath.
On blood they will not claim.
Pale empires bloom from death—
And whiten into shame.
Urge for Loyalty in service
The fealty Of taking badge pride
Vest no cunning brigade aegis
Fits in thE atmosphere of a better slide
Length of great passion
The wOrth of hampered green
Host the Voyagers wit caution
Gist thE sail save wave's careen
The center Lead of vaults
The crease mime lOgo of chime
Standing still against inactiVity waltz's blame
To aiding thE earth's issuing assaults
The pace of Lasting bond
The fear Of children's want
Stage aboVe the stake of tricky end
To wEigh the comely oath savant
There is no curse for the Least
There is nO cuss in adultery
Self loss accustomed drunk's saVory
But a no go loosE for liars amidst
Thou hath boLdness emit on earth
Averse nOthing opaque bearing the cross
To peace seeking doVe's directories' worth
Boosting Eon's hope crosswise
Whichever is it
Nothing worth more
Only love and love hit
Situating outward cares cum bore
When on mother earth you fall
Pass off no hatred
Cry all you can but stand tall
Above darkness influences that can be afforded
Through the shadowy nights where wine spills its mystery,
Chills course through me, flowing from you like a sacred river.
In your siren dance, fire and seduction flood my gaze,
Ignited in this duel of desires, in your fierce battle of love.
Your gaze, like an arrow, wounds me with sweet pain,
Marking my soul with your mystery, so irresistible,
Left in spasms of ecstasy and the agony of love, the essence of my being,
Lost in memories that traverse me in nights of wakefulness and dreaming.
Inner fury assaults me with more intense desires,
Thirsty for inner light, shaken by heaven's decree,
Killing common sense within me, wanting you boundlessly,
Watching your eyes that fix on me, silently, just listening to you.
I wander in the labyrinth of your healing touches,
Through hundreds of seasons, aging in your convictions,
Loving you in thousands of words, in dozens of breaths,
Thirsty for your hidden conspiracies, your endless mystery.
Woman with panther eyes, take me with you, steal my soul,
And the heart that beats for you in a mad rhythm,
Just enough to keep me aware,
That you exist in my parallel universe, in my heart, unconsciously.
When I lift my eyes, the sky offers no stars,
only missiles parading with arrogance.
Before me, mountains of corpses rise,
my pupils dilated by human savagery.
Humanity has been consuming itself for millennia,
and I bear the guilt of all those cowards
who watch peoples fade away
behind screens, instructing the purveyors of war.
I arrived in this macabre dimension
like so many innocents cut down by bombs.
The Earth groans under the assaults of unbalanced men,
who plunder its entrails,
who sow hatred, death, and chaos
since time immemorial.
The oceans vomit waves of cadavers,
the hurricanes carry the scent of desolation and fear.
Nations crumble beneath the laughter of tyrants,
and children, bare-handed, learn to count
the bodies falling into the mud of oblivion.
I walk amidst these ruins,
listening to the groaning of stones,
a powerless witness to the unchained pride of men.
Crushed hearts weep for their torn roots,
death swallows secrets that no one tells,
and the sky has become nothing but a theater of fire and iron.
In this open-air junkyard,
the sparks of love persist, stubbornly burning,
like a breath even death cannot smother.
Tonight, no visions dance before thine eyes
Tonight, dark clouds obscure the starlit sky
Tonight, the gentle breeze hath packed it in
Tonight, a wall of heat assaults the skin
Tonight, no lovers linger by the lake
Tonight, no children laugh or roller skate
Tonight, a strange feeling hovers in the air
Tonight, even non-believers say a prayer
A significant relationship ends,
Causing loss of a part of one's future;
Wasting a routine and a profound sense
Of attachment that needs a mental cure.
Mind in terrible shock and disbelief
Declines to accept the reality;
Intense sadness increases the deep grief,
Where heart no longer beats with joy and glee.
Frustration fiercely assaults the sad soul,
Bitterness and blame bombard the spirit;
Anger and resentment ruin the whole,
Crushing it to pieces without limit.
Attempts to negotiate start to bargain,
But this fantasy doesn't stop the wrath;
Reappearance of scenarios brings pain,
Erasing hopes to shift the aftermath.
In the period of emotional lows,
Coming to terms refuses to be killed;
When stream of everyday depression flows,
Growth begins to move forward to rebuild.
Hiding Place
After the beatings your darkness was
my protection. My source of comfort
after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes
were a curtain against the evil.
Blankets on the floor held me close
and secure. As a child you were my favorite
friend. My hiding place.
This morning I woke up to a new world.
It was indeed an imaginary world.
It was a longed for, utopian world.
A world of dreams and not nightmares.
A world of neither red nor blue.
A possible but not probable world that's
Free of hate; but filled with love.
Free of conflicts and wars;
Filled with goodwill and peace.
Free of sickness, pain, or grief;
Free of homelessness and hunger;
Free of assaults, murders, or rape;
Free of welfare; filled with work;
Free of handouts, beggars, or poverty.
Free of greed; filled with opportunity.
It was neither communist nor capitalist.
It was neither regionalism nor globalism.
It was not a dictatorship nor religious state.
It was not a republic but a kingdom.
It was The Kingdom of God.
PTSD
massive explosion
fireball lights up the dark sky
screams for the medic
cries for mother
torn bodies lying at my feet
snap and pop of burning ammo assaults my ears
smell of burnt flesh fresh in my nose
I am frozen in place, I can’t help anyone,
my mouth moves but I can’t speak
I alone am left alive.
I awake in my bed, trembling and sobbing
sweat running in torrents down my body
my hands shaking.
All tell me I am lucky
to be the only survivor.
I am helpless, lost and alone
no one understands.
Asleep you turn and reach for me.
Your body stretches lithe and lean
I feel the warmth of your strong arms.
When captured in your fond embrace.
My deepest senses you awake?
Marshmallow melting in hot chocolate
Is my stomach when you are near.
A humming bird's wings, as it plunders a plant,
Is my heart, when you hold my hand.
Your presence assaults my very senses.
The sight, the sound and scent of you
fill me with desire.
The taste, and the touch of you, is my reward.
I am utterly under your spell.
As I conjugate my verbs I lock eyes with the one person I want to see. If I catch her looking back is she looking at or through me?
Her scent assaults my nostrils and I can feel the sweat begin to pour. If she sent her scent my way does she want to send me more?
Could I begin to understand flirting if I view it as a game? If I lose the game I was taught does the teacher take the blame?
I've tried to understand the opposite sex, but to no avail. It's very lonely in my head and my heart is just as frail.
CBT helped in no way as I'm just as sweaty when I try to tell you I feel the same way.
Strange things happen in politics
We cannot trust the polls
Life has its own dirty tricks
We can play divers roles
This is not business as usual
Always fight to save one's soul.
Things are upended in politics
Ignore the belligerent critiques
Everything happens in a season
For an un-intelligible reason
Nobody can predict the results
Of an election filled with insults.
Politics in many countries are very dirty
We all can see why. Politics are slushy
Voters lie. They mislead the pollsters
Who behave like palm readers
Like inexperienced magicians
So they can foul the naïve audience.
Things are pell-mell in politics
Life has its own yucky tricks
Everything occurs for an obscure reason
Under the lights of an unusual horizon
No anchors can predict the results
Of an election filled with assaults.
Copyright © November, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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