If my ancestor’s
A rock, am kin to a stock
Complexity? Not!
When and where did I
Become aware of myself
(Subatomicals)?
When and where and why
Did ethics (we use) arise?
Be Trinity wise
A three-year-old calls out
Her Dad, he said something bad
Justified? Repent
The land uncovered
A new land is discovered
Flood waters assuage
(Nu-u's (kin) and canoe
Fuhi, Cox Cox their cogs too
That's Noah to you)
Spread the Gospel to
A land that is out of hand
A land that's rebrand
Usurper attacks
The women and children first
In a land, athirst
Opening Himself
The Door, Gospel Waters pour
From a new wineskin
Alpha and beta
From Alpha and Omega
(Words don’t return void)
Up from them, athirst
Each of their dust plots
Knee-dropped, but more painful-eyed
Raising what drought scars.
Meanwhile cirrus streaks
Does whose passage leave
Sun-searing, looks down on all
No prayer against bars.
My heart is a wasteland
Consuming all it holds
Lamenting, egregious, divine mine devours
Begging for flowers, bloom ensnared
in the midst of barren hands
My heart is a wasteland
Waiting for rainfall
over dry bones
A cold moonshine
illuminates desolate ruins—
what once led prosperity
My heart is a wasteland
Burning eternal flame
set ablaze by passerbys
Athirst for lush splendor
that once sheathed protection
How much more can one withstand
My heart is a wasteland!
All the love I have to give
dissolves into my pores,
crushing my bones
My heart is a wasteland
Days before Noël
We're ready to celebrate
With all the Poets
We ignore all the puppets
Everybody seems to be doing well
Xmas eve is a joyful and gleeful date.
Before the arrival of Xmas
It is a happy occasion for the mass
Children and adults rehearse
Everyone is athirst
Of a good time. Jesus is born
Beautiful lights sparkle on the lawn.
This is a very happy occasion
Everyone, regardless of religion
Enjoys the festivities, the party, the celebration
With a Christmas passion
Full of beauty, joy, love, lights and benediction.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
There’s no explanation to tell,
this girl simply outgrew a ride;
I’m hopping off the carousel,
there’s no explanation to tell;
Athirst awaiting a bombshell,
I don’t have anything to hide;
There’s no explanation to tell,
this girl simply outgrew a ride.
Agog
anticipant, anxious
openmouthed, breathless, athirst
Enthusiastic, open-eyed wide
indifferent, unmoved such
impatient, restless
Antsy
3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Agape
athirst, vigilant
anticipatory, eagerly, expectanting
welcomely warmed, watchful
dislike, ill will, unkindness
animosity, enmity
Apathetic
3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?
The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.
We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.
Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.
So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.
Memory has substance
for those athirst
a book never finished
whose pages reverse
Minute by minute
the moments burn
Igniting our history
whose ashes return
Memory’s sensation
beyond the five
Assuring our consciousness
we’re still alive
Formed in a vacuum
of fire and light
Stealing us inward
past seasons respite
Memory delivers
what stimulus feigns
A cloud in the desert
showering rain
Wrapping us tightly
in motion transformed
Buried within us
—keeping us warm
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
My spirit athirst for a placid scene
Of the verdant mountains of nirvana.
Where rivers and ocean are azures sky.
The lull rises and fall, of yawning waves,
Coastal seashore's seagulls and sea lions.
Brine sent and damp redolence evergreens.
Envision a bound journey through tall pine;
Cool twilight of the fading day drawing
Shadows veil by drip line branches of trees,
Nature's wildlife reverberating sound.
My spirit athirst for a placid scene
Of the verdant mountains of nirvana.
5/17/2020
taunted trees drunk
fostered felon gulp
bounty breeze served
leering lusty lurch
saucy summer tossed
per punctured pores
pruning pulpy puke
altering vying view
dark dances drew
nosy nature smirks
moaning mockery's verge
dainty drips athirst
same mystic malady
belching feelings breed.
'20:02:08:18:51
with somnolent eyes
i fixate on these droplets
streaming down
my windshield
like lost tears
trying to find a path
to my lips
as i thirst for warmth
unanchored thoughts
adrift in my mind
falling harder
than this rain
of ashen skies
leave my lips
athirst in ardent desire
as they search
for the press
of yours
i linger
as i embrace desires
unfulfilled
peering
through downcast eyes
at the tears
raining down
as they touch
my awaiting lips
less passionately
than thoughts
had hoped for
i am somber
like this day
eerie eyes etched
mystic melody's crest
munching mass sighed
callous contractions thrived
lusty luminescent lurched
damped darkness athirst
then chubby cheeks
gaunt guts greet
aiding airy optics
then sprout neck
melody's mud melt
felon face fetched
i-bahn ileum illusion:
music's mystic transition.
19:12:20:05:00
*Lurched Lousy Limbs*
thick soles seducing
eerie earth scrunching
tracing tactic trudges
cowering cornered crushes
pale paths tucked
gaunt gaze; gulp!
mystic monster smirked
nocturnal nature athirst
felon fondling first
then a twist
lurched lousy limbs
dactyls callous covering
goblin moved monster
dragging dainty disaster.
19:12:18:16:54
~Note~ A goblin fought with a monster who'd claimed dominance before its arrival. At the approach of the goblin, the dactyls made per the feet of the monster were covered by the enormous goblin's. The goblin at that moved the monster and then a fight ensues. A claim on dominance.
God, Knows What's Best For Me
By: Tom Wright
1998
Lord, lo these many days I've prayed,
from heaven that you'd see fit to send.
Relief, in that summers heat be stayed,
you sent dark clouds, a cooling wind.
The earth cries out your name in vain,
for her parched tongue is bad athirst.
I thank you Lord, for soothing rain,
a lightning's bolt and thunder's burst.
God, forbid, that I in haste might fail,
in giving praise for all you send my way.
In times of need your name I'll not assail,
you alone know what's best for me today.
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