Best Augusta Poems
Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely
Course thy hot crimson blood;
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and innocent child -
If you but only could!
Consider, Meretrix,..humility!
To which pleasure one thus
Submitted
Guiltily discovers:-
The joy in the act or posture of
Lowering oneself in relation to
Others.
For in your anguished dis-repair
You will find strength to endure and
Embrace:-
The acceptance of all your defects
And ultimate seduction
In the power of your:-
"Submission to Divine Grace"!
I will adorn you in the yellow Toga
Of the Vestal virgins,
They whom wise Augusta did abhor;
Burden upon you with an Imperial
Tax
Imposed by perverted Caligula:
Whither all Matronly protestations he
Didst dismissively ignore;
My Tribune forcefully exact -
When employing you in the
Degenerated role
Of my most reluctant Whore!
Clasp jeweled anklets abouts your
Shapely bones,
Decorate upon you like fired and
Painted porcelain figurines;
Whilst all the while, as your lost mind
Bemoans,
Choking between involuntary gurgles
And low-pained, stifled screams,
The gagged mouth bites down
Amidst salivating sounds
Borrowed from the hurtling
Nightmares
Of your darkest dreams!
For I will lift you higher than the
Tallest mountain peak...
So you may gaze with awe over all
The innumerable Kingdoms and their
Proud tyrant Kings;
Of the many differing species of all
Mankind type things...
And of the immeasurable riches
They so endlessly seek.
Lower you to the solitudes of the
Grassed floors
That sweep across the sunken
Valleys deep;
Where, besides enchanted streams,
Violated Nymphs quietly weep
For Abels broken schemes;
Now, tragically, all taken apart;
And for the wicked callousness
Of fallen man...
Whose desperate greeds ripped out
His live brothers still beating heart -
Then tore at the living throat of
The one true Gods Holy Lamb!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Categories:
augusta, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
earth
peace
give it a chance
tie-dye t-shirts
modern dance
macrame
and beaded chokers
woodstock
and pot smokers
flower power
zpg
alfalfa sprouts
herbal tea
burning draft cards
American flags
Vietnam bodies
coming home in bags
Kent
Augusta
Jackson state
Detroit Black Panthers
waking up too late
Oh Angela
Oh Beatles
Oh Martin Luther King
gratitude to all of you
for this special thing
Categories:
augusta, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Four more years
Four more years
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.
To continue the journey
Begun four years ago
To score aimed goal
Four more years.
To let not die
The farsighted story
Of American Dream
Four more years.
To keeo the economy
Always on the move
For America built to last
Four more years.
For jobs well paying
And hi-tech making
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.
To leave no child behind
For most modern school
To teach hope forever
Four more years.
To restore strong
Monetary and Market Trust
To end phony wasteful bets
Four more years.
To enhance brotherhood
And sisterhood for all
To teach well shared destiny
Four more years.
To rekindle the old
But timeless values
And ideals foolproof
Four more years.
To prove all right
The proud life story
Of Yes We Can
Four more years.
To bring around peace
And end needless wars
To kill more Osamas
Four more years.
To advance responsible government
Of and by and for the people
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.
From Juneau through Augusta
From Sacramento to Springfield
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.
Blacks of Bismarck and whites of Washington
All Baton Rougers and people of Pennsy
Iowans and Ohioans choose Obama
For four more years.
To fully save a planet in peril
And help stop rising Atlantic
Allow Obama continue the story he begun
For four more years.
From Tucson to Topeka
From Denver to Dover
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.
From North to South
From West to East
From inland to islands
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.
Categories:
augusta, political, planet,
Form:
Verse
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks like Mia
She runs like Wilma
She throws like Lisa
She boxes like Laila
She dances like Anna
She skates like Surya
She invents like Patricia
She revolts like Angela
She influences like Condoleezza
She paints like Edmonia
She smiles like Mona Lisa
She loves like a mother
She protects like a tiger
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like momma.
Dear readers, you can add more
A natural woman is never poor
Please, beloved friends, be kind
To come up with more in your mind
She tumbles like Simone
She philosophizes like Simone
She quilts like Betsy
She laughs like Whoopi
She jokes like Leslie
She sings like Marie
She speed skates like Maame
She flies like Mae
She exercises like Gabby
She educates like Mary
She fights like Dorothy
She explores like Stephanie
She sounds like Winnie
She creates like Margaret
She dares like Harriet
She runs like Marion
She entertains like Josephine
She legislates like Maxine
She sows like Catherine
She teaches like Gwendolyn
She lifts like Ernestine
She acts like Diahann
She reports like Diane
She speaks like Michelle
She is serious like Michelle
She is strong like Althea
She is talented like Augusta
She is defiant like Cicely
She is brave like Shirley
She is normal like Marilyn
She is fearless like Maxine
She is relaxed like Rosa
She is inquisitive like Barbara
She challenges like Phyllis
She swings like Chris
She plays like Alice
She is talented like Venus
She is pretty like a flower
And she is like our mother.
A natural woman is not perfect
She deserves honor and respect
She needs love everyday
From trouble, she never runs away
Please add more to this poem
And do not curse or blaspheme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like our mama.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
augusta, celebration, flower, inspirational, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Mare Nostrum
On the coast of Augusta, in Cecilia this wonderful sea,
the bluest of turquoise, transparent and I saw fish play.
Blood and bloated corpses have made the sea less pretty
and fish nibbles on cadavers of those who tried to cross
the sea to escape the lunacy we created in Libya.
A president short of stature but with inflated ego plus
philosopher idiot, two men were responsible this disaster
of a war just to get rid of a dictator one of them had lent
money of the other who should not be left out of his confine
of academia, he should have in hidden in a university writing
books only historians take a passing interest in.
As it is the impossible vain man get feted, all because he is
an intellectual and wears a velvet jacket and clean collars.
My old Mafia friend Thomas the knife, has invited me to
Augusta, I will go there but not swim the hazy sea, but we
will eat langouste, drink child wine and talk about the days
when philosophers and presidents left us alone to kill only
when needed and never the innocent.
Categories:
augusta, angst, bullying, business, butterfly,
Form:
Blank verse
BY LISA AUGUSTA (LADYOFHORROR380)
ALWAYS MIND BOGGLING WITH WHAT I WILL LAY ON OLD TREE.
UNLIMITED ARE MY THOUGHTS FROM A MIND OF CREATIVITY.
THE WAY I MOVE MY PEN AND HOW MUCH THE DARKEST INK FLOWS.
HEAVEN ON LY KNOWS AND WITH MY KNOWLEDGE OF POETRY WILL SHOW.
EVEN THE HEAVIEST THOUGHTS CROSS MY MIND BUT I AM READY FOR THE CHALLENGE.
NOW TOTAL ADDICTION I HAVE FROM THE POISONS OF A WRITERS EMPTY PEN.
TIMELESS IS THE WRITERS THOUGHTS AND ALL OF THE IDEAS ARE INFINITY.
I MUST KEEP EXPRESSING MY MANUSCRIPTS SO I DO SO DAILY AND NIGHTLY.
CAREFULLY JOTTING DOWN DRAFTS UNTIL I AM SATISFIED COMPLETELY.
MAKING ART WITH WORDS IS THE GOAL AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN INSIDE OF ME.
YOUNG AT HEART AND BODY I CONTINUE TO BE WHILE POEMS/BOOKS I INK.
WORTHY OF RESPECT AND THE MANY COMPLIMENTS FROM WHAT OTHERS THINK.
ORGANIZED I AM WHICH IS ONE OF MY BETTER QUALITIES AND REASON FOR MY SUCCESS.
READY TO ACCOMPLISH AND THEN CONQUER ANY PAPER WITHOUT ANY KIND OF STRESS.
DOUBT ME NOT I GIVE MASSIVE POETRY I WRITE OF ANY GENRE NOTHING MORE OR LESS.
Categories:
augusta, black african american, dedication,
Form:
Acrostic
Mare Nostrum
On the coast of Augusta, in Cecilia this wonderful sea,
the bluest of turquoise, transparent and I saw fish play.
Blood and bloated corpses have made the sea less pretty
and fish nibbles on cadavers of those who tried to cross
the sea to escape the lunacy we created in Libya.
A president short of stature but with inflated ego plus
philosopher idiot, two men were responsible this disaster
of a war just to get rid of a dictator one of them had lent
money of the other who should not be left out of his confine
of academia, he should have in hidden in a university writing
books only historians take a passing interest in.
As it is the impossible vain man get feted, all because he is
an intellectual and wears a velvet jacket and clean collars.
My old Mafia friend Thomas the knife, has invited me to
Augusta, I will go there but not swim the hazy sea, but we
will eat langouste, drink child wine and talk about the days
when philosophers and presidents left us alone to kill only
when needed and never the innocent.
Categories:
augusta, columbus day, conflict, courage,
Form:
Blank verse
I knew it was going to happen,
it was preordained,
so went in my living room,
the furniture I rearranged,
tried a new italian recipe,
on my kitchen range,
hopped on the bathroom scale,
worried about weight gain,
wonder if I'll ever have to walk,
using a cane,
have to start working out again,
to Richard Simmons
and Jack Lalane,
will I start to drive,
like the little old lady
from Pasadena,
with all that road rage,
and get so hot
from the hot flashes,
have to move to Augusta, Maine,
and by the way,
don't you think
they should call it
womenopause for a change?
Categories:
augusta, change, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Can words truly capture the essence of the lady on the hill
Whose womb bore eight but yet-
Has mothered countless others?
Whose hands dug deep to till the soil; to stretch outwards to care, to share, to bear another’s burdens
To reach upwards, ever acknowledging her Creator and God; to reach around to hug, to squeeze with compassion or delight
As I write
Can my words truly capture the essence of the lady on the hill
Whose ears were alert to hear the fear in the voices of each troubled soul
To support, to mould many a one through life’s turbulent maze
Whose eyes were quick to thwart the tricks of teenage ploys and tricks
Yet gentle to appreciate the ruse of youth and childhood frolic
Lady iconic
Can my words truly capture the essence of this lady on the hill
Whose feet have tread through communities, islands and lands
Ever seeking to break the bar of ethnic indifference or scare,
Touching cultures and peoples, near and far,
The Purcells’ star
Which words can capture the essence of this lady on the hill?
Whose lips utter timely cusps of wisdom,
Yet canny to deliver sweet quips in playful jest of laughter
Whose mind was quick to discern, while effervescent in joyful banter
Whose sense of style in head gear and African attire
Depict her spirit of life and culture’s flairs
Antigua’s dame
Her name
Adina, Hebrew in origin
Means delicate and gentle as the way she cares for each child, woman, man
And also noble, spreading a fragrance of peace and joy, permeating the hearts she touched
For she loved and was loved so much
By all
It pains to recall
But as I pause, despite the agony, I have hope and can smile
For she blessed us and promised, t’will only be awhile till we meet again
Her love ever etched in my heart
Will flourish like lilies in the dell
Tis merely a fleeting farewell
No, words cannot truly capture the essence of this lady on the hill or tell
Of the love and true worth of Adina Augusta Purcell
Categories:
augusta, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a small street,
big street,
narrow,
wide...
down street,
top street...
Important,
imposing,
left,
right...
Street of the dream, street of suffering,
streets of the lost
whores...
Rua do Sol
at noon,
moon street
at night...
abandoned dirty street
kid lying on the sidewalk,
intriguing dark street
robber...dangerous street...
river street,
beach street
passers-by street
passersby
hurried
elegant...
Augusta Street,
Florida...Fifity
Avenue...
Avenue, Gasse
alley without teeth
Old Town...
street of creatures
night, lovers...
Car streets and
of coaches...streets
parallel walkways
fashion...
street from anywhere
streets that lead
to failure or to
success...street
of people who live
in it and of those
pass her...
shopping street,
fairs, circuses...
Street of Memories and
forgetfulness...
Street, street...!
Categories:
augusta, adventure, allegory, anger, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
BY LISA AUGUSTA (LADYOFHORROR380)
ALWAYS MIND BOGGLING WITH WHAT I WILL LAY ON OLD TREE.
UNLIMITED ARE MY THOUGHTS FROM A MIND OF CREATIVITY.
THE WAY I MOVE MY PEN AND HOW MUCH THE DARKEST INK FLOWS.
HEAVEN ON LY KNOWS AND WITH MY KNOWLEDGE OF POETRY WILL SHOW.
EVEN THE HEAVIEST THOUGHTS CROSS MY MIND BUT I AM READY FOR THE CHALLENGE.
NOW TOTAL ADDICTION I HAVE FROM THE POISONS OF A WRITERS EMPTY PEN.
TIMELESS IS THE WRITERS THOUGHTS AND ALL OF THE IDEAS ARE INFINITY.
I MUST KEEP EXPRESSING MY MANUSCRIPTS SO I DO SO DAILY AND NIGHTLY.
CAREFULLY JOTTING DOWN DRAFTS UNTIL I AM SATISFIED COMPLETELY.
MAKING ART WITH WORDS IS THE GOAL AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN INSIDE OF ME.
YOUNG AT HEART AND BODY I CONTINUE TO BE WHILE POEMS/BOOKS I INK.
WORTHY OF RESPECT AND THE MANY COMPLIMENTS FROM WHAT OTHERS THINK.
ORGANIZED I AM WHICH IS ONE OF MY BETTER QUALITIES AND REASON FOR MY SUCCESS.
READY TO ACCOMPLISH AND THEN CONQUER ANY PAPER WITHOUT ANY KIND OF STRESS.
DOUBT ME NOT I GIVE MASSIVE POETRY I WRITE OF ANY GENRE NOTHING MORE OR LESS.
Categories:
augusta, black african american, dedication,
Form:
Acrostic
Bestow on me an incorrect
3 leafed clover ephigy of
buttercup due early spring May
With I meandering through a maze
of cotton wool field lost
Trying best to avert the gaze of
the virile bull's with Horn's poised
Whilst listening to the joy of piercing
ringing mandolin string's and trooping
drum's in both left and right ear's on
my head
Eminating from the Yee Grand Old
Antebellum Plantation guard house
Adorned with a lushious overhanging
archway on either side of it's giant's
causeway
If you dare imagine with Jacaranda Blue
and Cherry blossom infused on a sunset
pink hue nude muse
Instantaneously ushering forth a vision
of Scarlett O'Hara vivacious locks
Gone with the wind like a kite upon a
hazy shimmering warm summer up draft
Augusta Georgia R.E.M night-swimming
aftermath
Categories:
augusta, love, obituary,
Form:
Free verse
The house on a hill
Augusta to Atlanta
Aim is to build men
Year 1867
Forever, Dear Old Morehouse
Categories:
augusta, black african american, blessing,
Form:
Tanka
Once there was a Master that was put on hold
The one keeping the green safe felt this was very cold
“We are trying to contact you!”
“About an issue that said the Master was through”
With the phone in the ear Augusta the assistant
Was forced just to listen
Acting very honest not needing a mask
The recording entertainment was the office work task
Seconds went by then minutes
And Augusta screamed ‘we are not getting into it’
“The Master is in the office waiting
And you have not picked up my call, I am stating”
Then there was a click
And a voice came on real quick
“The Master wants to speak
About this delay that is supposed to take weeks”
“We are sorry for this awful scar
On your century old spring tradition whose course is designed by a small word like par”
Okay the Master agreed to wait
With the goal everything in the end will be made straight
Hanging up the phone
Everyone was feeling alone
The Master needed to make that call
In order to be able to stand tall
When one is put on hold
It’s not due to being cold
There were people in front of the Master
Needing things done faster
Knowing it was all right to take time to administrator a shot
Using the fair way to get a good spot
And once the delay leaves the hazard
A major issue will be in tatters
The Master should carry on with the driving club
Realizing in the end patience will make it a success not a dud
Categories:
augusta, care, cheer up, engagement,
Form:
Rhyme
Entombed in the winter
to burst forth in April;
their petals bear shadows
of crosses and nails.
Some think Augusta;
I image Golgatha:
bread of life broken
and all that entails.
Gloried reminder of
what comes right after,
the dogwoods in springtime
burst into full bloom.
Moriah spared Isaac,
rejoicing with laughter,
Abraham’s seed springs forth,
prepares a room.
Categories:
augusta, easter,
Form:
Rhyme