FACIAL EXPRESSIONS
averting
gaze
rendering
lively
sensations
restlessly
embarking
wandering
in
dramatic
visual
figments
seemingly
transparent
retrospective
augment
energy
to
scrutinise
but
barely
register
isolated
vigour
These do not so much augment
As do mirror it.
A Lady's beauteousness.
Petal-soft, face-lit.
Ah! cute but cunning. Around
Each border slow led.
Too shyly reserved for to
Ask: "am I pretty?"
Its blooming truth, waits on me
To see reflected!
The murre Auk is a pengiun fish like creature it has gills and walks under the ocean
on Quistoun 12. A world that had less water as earth but way more than Sutta Sol-tour
the species is often used for food. the Klingon has his facts wrong or distorted, yet his augment is noted as keen. Why are the micro colonies of Ion 4 a mattr of discussion. They have technolgy and and have mastered travel both in the oceans and on land. They have mastered space travel and often are used to things that larger species can't. It is unwise to isolate them might there usefulness come in handy. "look vulcan: said the Klingon," these species are keen and wise, like every other species they have factions that are loyal to the effords of our alliance. Be a fool to think all these memebers with laugh and dance with either federation or Klingon, they'll ally with the Romulains and will undermine all the effords taken in the so many years we;ve collaberated!"
The ever-cherishing...
View of the panoramic blue hills
The melodious tone of a Thrush
A glimpse of a distant horizon
The sight of clouds kissing the sky.
The Panache of...
Lovers weaving the dream web
The demanding depths of a mountain-pass
The luxuriant foliage
The sparkly stars in the pitch-black skies
The sharpest gaze at the infinite.
It is a desire...
To descend the hours of hardship
To sightsee a palmy garden
To feel the caressing north wind afar
To recreate the defunct fauna and flora
To sense the aroma of Bethlehem Lily.
Must care take ...
The emotions swinging in the sky canoe.
To mouth shut the gamut of harsh words
To augment the woe of parted love
To fill the voids with the right choice and
To put off rage, a forest fire in action!
Exquisite is...
The unheard song from the unknown
The illusion is craving for an Oasis.
The reality, time plunging into an hourglass
Afar, a new beginning undoes.
The sunrise, twilight and nightfall, the viewers!
A world stabilized by signature
Completed comprehension of letters
Leaving of all accounted
To begin work without support
Endowing the mind of all alive
Without distraction
The treasury note
Bill is paid
I spoke nothing in tongues
Check is written forth
Before failure begins a new
Annuity is gained interest from slovenly designed
Augment of an unhoused mind
Redaction of treasury note
Labor has de fine as wage
Add of time in coursed labor
Constriction of appendage is resignation
Perhaps we are delighted by union,
Yet solace won’t be our great solution.
The world will forever be indifferent.
Man enacts his wrath and lament.
Reject this precedence; augment your strength.
Invoke your necessitas; express your will.
Strive for self-overcoming,
Work toward self-mastering.
This is the path to stability,
This is the path to peace.
Mars's population
The dwellers of Mars never go outside
the air is too thin, and nature is unsightly
They live in caves, gigantic caves that
stretches' for miles
they get around on electric bikes, but
lately, they got hold of a Tesla drifting
by sent up by an eccentric inventor
who had a fun day.
Since life is never-ending, a tight
control of birth is needed only for those
with the biggest bikes can augment
the population with one child each
For an unknown atmospheric reason
the main glass door, into the tunnels
was suddenly green, which caused a stir
many wanted to go to earth
The leaders of the Mars dwellers
thought it was a good idea of sending
some of the dwellers and a rocket
service from Mars to Earth opened up
The new arrivals from Mars were
amazed at how beautiful the earth was
but upon learning all life has a time
limits, they hurried back to Mars
Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles,
A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles;
A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe,
A resplendence of nature, an exclamation of hurrah.
Sandy beaches embrace realms of pristine coastline,
Harboring lush foliage, embodying sublimity divine,
Of marine life, corals, reveling warmth of idyllic clime,
Reminiscent of paradise, of placidity, stilled in time.
Fun loving, amiable, proud tradition extolling grace,
Quaint, yet modern, is the vibrant vibe of this place;
Of museums, antiques, art galleries, buzzing cafe,
Of hotels, casinos, of famed sunsets on Manila Bay.
Luzon, the Visayas, Mindanao~ gems of the blue sea,
Living in tranquility, projecting utter beauty and glee;
Islands of hospitality, homeland of a privileged few,
A magnificent portrait, upon sea-canvas nature drew.
Philippines~ an acclaimed, lauded, pearl of the Orient,
Rich in diverse culture, her allure citizens augment,
Pulsating rhythms of hearts and souls, worthy of praise;
A treasure preserved, revered since the ancient days.
Addiction is not a pretty word
But when it accompanies love
It has a different connotation
I want to add love to addiction
Or augment addiction to love
To make things sweeter, my Lord.
I learned not to be addicted to no one
But it is alright to be addicted to God
But it is fine to be addicted to love
Love is a panacea, so is the Almighty God
Addiction is of course a toxic poison
Which can send anybody in a deadly grove.
Addiction is an insatiable or craving urge
To do something, usually it is not a good one
Addiction is definitely to have the feelings surge
In an abnormal or uncontrollable way like no one
Has ever endured. It is painful and debilitating
Even when joined with love, it’s not a fun thing.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
First the ascent, then descent
of nectar does bliss augment,
as it navigates its course
through form, without use of force.
Drip, drip, drip, soundless thunder,
grips heart in heightened wonder,
dance divine that seduces,
offering no excuses.
Little wonder then that we
at all times exhibit glee,
having imbibed that rapture,
thrust of lust cannot capture.
When true love augment its speed in the marathon,
hate takes refuge into a catacomb.
Quote by poet
A person with love epic
Which is not lunatic,
polemic , problematic
and choleric.
It is sophistic and dogmatic in someone's
mystic eyes
But he calls it "classic."
A person with love epic
Which is not hectic,
periodic , myopic
and atopic.
It is genetic and folkloric in someone's
mystic eyes
But she calls it "medic."
“Beyond the silence of summer's end”
awaits fixed seasons to behold.
Mature, long days of summer's blend
adjust for new days to unfold.
From flowers, bright among lush greens,
the summer wanes from its debut
and sheds its vibrant, painted scenes-
replaced, as fading ones ensue.
At first, beset by summer's frown,
the autumn starts a subdued stage
of faded green and burnished brown-
until acceptance does assuage.
Then, gracefully, it soon achieves
a fulfilled glory, all its own!
With brilliant colors- paints its leaves
to crown what summer bliss had grown.
So, this is life- each season brings
a time to augment its planned stay.
At summer's end, new era springs-
to live next season the best way.
2
Separate I can all excitements,
Quick to sense the ones from Enticement;
Never misconstrued The incitements:
Their confirmed bonding cord 'Inducement'.
Sometimes, Enticement through adducement,
At times, incitement through traducement
And what we do is problems augment:
Between cleaving groups spoil their cement.
Then, we should face man's sure chatisement
For fanned excitements through adducement,
The stirred ones through plain traducement;
For unchecked interest in Incitement.
i mistake the divine
as i tend
to worship your tune
let the music define
and then rend
what is left of me
tilt your neck against mine
do pretend
i'm all yours to wound
it's your touch on my spine
that may bend
all reality
rest the world
vacillate through the wires
and i'll spend
an aeon or two
harmonizing the ire
to augment
the trills properly
in staccato desire
your movements
cleanly cutting through
when you're truly inspired
you suspend
my breath entirely
and god heard
with such a gentle stroke
play your hands
on my throat
i'm a slave to the bow
fingers dance
cold and slow
with a grip on the scroll
trace the strands
carve the notes
an octave down or so
lay entranced
in my throes
the pegs turn
deftly scale through the length
of everything i am
when i'm your instrument; rosin-drenched strings
severed and bled
an insanity's musings
the echoes resonate within a dream
within my head
your sonata is playing
and when the music fades
will i still wake
or just be left
humming
Blowing cold and hot
In a narrow slot
Fear’s scent
These tempests of thought
In which we are caught
Hearts dent
Proceed dot by dot
Making ego naught
We're spent
When our will is bent
Easy is ascent
Uphill
Let us then relent
Granting love consent
Red pill
Feel bliss beats augment
Love and light’s advent
God's will
Take time out to chill
On soul’s window sill
Just sit
Making thought flow still
Rid mind from fear’s ill
Don’t quit
From Cupid’s love quill
Sip bliss to heart’s fill
That’s it
14-March-2023
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