Best Immolated Poems
As cotton clouds fade under blank blackness,
I sigh as stars stare at my moon.
My breathless quill feels no pulse, but it beats,
unable to find admiration for an empty page.
I bleed tears. I've not yet cried like wailing walls,
through expressions with silent connotations,
where my life resembles personified poetry.
But, not all verses are expressed effortlessly,
as my muse's heart is misplaced in mahogany mist.
Once, I used to sprinkle magic over dead roses,
but my chiseled charm is now at war with words,
wandering among weeds in my withering flower garden.
Vinegary rain with sour snow has immolated my vocabulary's flaming blooms,
as memorable metaphors abandon me.
Pierced from thorns worn from a crown of sonnets,
I fear myself when my rhymes feel like childish crimes.
Now I cry without tears, a lifeless poet,
lost in a paradise of vivid imagery,
but powerless to write verses with substance,
so I let my words rest in peace - deceased.
Categories:
immolated, analogy, angst, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
It is Good Friday
Remember, remember
When, for Jesus, everything was nasty and sour
When things were very bad for Jesus
Yet, we don’t say: bad Friday
Afterwards, so everything could be good for us
Jesus was slapped
Jesus was kidnapped
Jesus was humiliated
Jesus was insulted
Jesus was beaten, kicked and hit
From head to feet
Jesus was shackled and handcuffed
Jesus could not even cough
Jesus was ostracized
Jesus was crucified
Like many Blacks and Africans
Like many brothers and sisters with dark skin
Yet, the heart of Jesus was pure and very clean
Jesus had no friends and no fans
Jesus was falsely accused
Jesus was mistreated
Jesus was immolated
Many criminals were amused
Many Satanists and perpetrators had fun
With God’s only Begotten and Special Son
Who had endured pain and suffering like a slave
Yes, yes, Jesus was absolutely brave
Yes, yes, Jesus was innocent
Jesus was resilient, too decent and too pleasant
It is Good Friday
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Every day is a Good and Beautiful day
Amen, Amen, let’s reflect on the Day
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Remember, remember
When things went very bad for Jesus
Who died for our sins, Who died for us
Yes, Jesus is still standing with us
Jesus is God’s Unique and Special Son
Watch the moon and enjoy the Sun.
Copyright © April 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
immolated, betrayal, blessing, courage, easter,
Form:
Rhyme
I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.
After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned the king of France there.
There are many statues in France of Jeanne D'Arc.
Most of them show her riding a horse with sword held high.
I've see that image in many Places in the north.
My favorite statue of her is in Notre Dame de Rheims.
She looks to be standing a vigil in her armor
With her battle flag posted behind her.
I've also been to Place Jeanne D'Arc in the city of Rouen,
Where the British tormented, interrogated, and immolated her.
It didn't look like a sad place, but I felt sad there for her.
I don't know if she really heard angelic voices,
But her story always inspired me--
Probably the only non-Biblical saint that ever did.
Categories:
immolated, christian, hero, history, inspiration,
Form:
Prose Poetry
" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories of evil,
money is evil, war is evil,
vengence, dishonesty, greed, everything instrumental
to gaining competitive success Mephistopheles was considering to be bad,
he had gone insane
and so I immolated him to the Cosmos
and in loving memory I established a Church, an Empire, from his life,
I made gold from grease."
I was completely stunned by these revelations,
I nearly forgot how to breathe,
I was like a child lost in a labyrinth of questions, doubts & beliefs,
every walkway becoming longer,
every moment
darker, everything true suspect,
I was panicing through amazement,
I mustered the strength to ask one more question
before He dismissed me,
do you think you're evil,
the Devil said,
" I am remorseless, unforgiving and unmistakable,
I can be the pulse of your dreams
and the strain in your heart,
I am a purity so clean
that I am toxic to the profane; I am flesh."
J.A.B. Copyright 2013
Categories:
immolated, creation,
Form:
Ode
It was the most unnatural fire
rising from the ancient pit of souls
It ascended from the deepest abyss
Flickering images of unspeakable woes
To say it was not of this world
would be an outrageous understated call
Dante himself could not have imagined
the horrific scenes burned into the ashen walls
A black flame undulating,
an unearthly fire possessing no heat
Black flames rhythmically moving,
consuming souls who immolated willingly
It beckons you to come closer,
even closer to it's pitch black hue
It wants to taste your mortality,
it wants to burn all the life inside of you
You don't want to witness
the dance of the black flame
You don't want to hear the wails
from the bottomless depths where they came
Its origin is unknown,
its makers have since long gone
What was the purpose, you'll never know
because the black flames are getting to close
Get back to your spaceship,
flee and don't ever return
Destroy all the recorded images;
or you will spread the black flame,
unleashing it from its cosmic urn
Categories:
immolated, fear, horror, science fiction,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of
Bloods, who immolated their lives to you.
Oh Calcutta! You live with a pride
For ages you are loved
They valued glory above life itself
When they speak of valiance
And guns are still fired in the air
Withal due respect of those souls
Who deserved their nascence
In the realm of your freedom.
Oh Calcutta! You live with an honesty
Not because of the madding crowd
Because you are blessed with eternity
As she flows with her gentle ripples
That streams the ambit of almighty purity
When I voyage down the river
I breathe the air of immortality.
Far from the madding crowd
I travel down the busy streets of the city,
The antique edifices still provides me with
The evidence of such superiority,
Walls still fends against the political conspiracy.
Oh Calcutta! You live with prosperity
Though affected by the madding political crowd
Once you were ruled by the dwellers
Now your sanity being destroyed immensely
By your own posterity
Living in the land of divinity
Of goddesses Durga and Kali
And they still feigned that they are native.
Oh Calcutta! You live with heritages
Not beacuse of the busy primal edifices
But you have the world known aged cantilever bridge
And over a century living the tramways.
Your marbles are still gloried by the dwellers
And they still wonder the hand pulled rickshaws
And admire for the age old alleys.
Far from the madding crowd
I still come across the pavements by the busy roads
Coins dropping with bimetallic sounds in the beggar's bowl
The vendors hallooing with prices on a rhythmical prose
And as I step ahead, I find my foot stuck in the crud mid of the road.
Oh Calcutta! You still live with diversity
Not beacuse of the poor and rich
But you still have few people left helping you in needs
You still have one culture you were born with
Hindu-Muslims celebrating together both Id and Autumn fests
Joining their hands with the christians when December ends.
Oh Calcutta! You still live with your beauty
Not only beacuse you have the beautiful bengali adorned brides
But you still have the chapters of noetic minds
You still exist with love and peace
Only when I find you far from the madding crowded streets.
Categories:
immolated, dedication, nostalgia, people, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Oh! vagrant life, your motive unknown,
for what do you acknowledge me?
and why am i a pawn?
why fix un-broken entity's?
why lead to deep desire?
and overpowering uncertainty
through all vanity, yet to be..'
immolated in eternity's fire.."
Categories:
immolated, angst, life,
Form:
Free verse
When the repellant acid rain came,
the silica image gloomed darkly
into sobbing disintegration
Embers of flickering hope
smouldered deep in the heart of despair
Passion dying to be re-ignited,
only sparked
a saline immolated tearful incineration
Distance was a skeleton key,
overcoming temporal relativity
was a spatial mistake
Stretch marks of lost time ...
candles snuffed
on the anniversary cake
Emotional composure
had an elasticity expiration due date
Hardening of the arteries —
love can’t flow in a vacuum
Premature, incubated promises
won’t grow in a dark room
Umbilical desires
got an ultrasound hole cut in the chest
Covers unturned ...
pillow sighs smothered a feeble breath
Bosom reasons for embracing neglect
is a mirage yearning
Borrowed time is an unrequited debt,
paid by the spurning
When the Venus rains came,
the mirror image burned brightly ...
then disappeared, ever so slowly
Death of an icy love affair,
dissolved
in glacial, decomposed fashion —
As misty, crypt wails
ascend in the deserted air
Categories:
immolated, allusion, death, sad love,
Form:
Elegy
I cringe when the smoke comes
Of the crippled boy leaning on the ground
Creeping toward the sounds
Of the birds of love, celebrating
A cremation party with bounce.
I cringe when the smoke comes
To the hardy knight’s pout
Under the hyena’s slurping sounds,
To the immolated pigeon on the ground.
I cringe when the smoke comes
When a holy page burns
Bunches of lilacs and roses.
And I cringe and cringe
Whenever the smoke comes!
Categories:
immolated, death, life, sad,
Form:
I burnt myself on a funeral pyre so often
only to rise and melt my wings on ascent
Then I tried Odysseus’ underworld instead
but Ariadne’s thread did not glow in the dark
When my Trojan horse stopped at the Styx
the stamp in my passport refused passage
to an inner Self immolated at the stakes
of bewitched destiny spelled in its charcoal
Ashes and heated smoke screens surrendered
At gun point from an armed barrel I revolved
reincarnation showed no mercy nor fortune
Jesus might have died on the cross but mine
was too difficult to bear and Judas kept calling
The wheel of life had no spokes and no centre
the rim lip continued to fail the kind kiss of life
as much as I tried a rectangular peg in a round whole
I could not square the circuit like a circus clown
in frivolous garments shredded to ragged attire
even the Buddha’s loin cloth slipped from my waist
Wasted I counted a trajectory of celestial promise
and came to realized that Phoenix needed a comet
for a torched body and mind have to settle before
they can fly high above and narrate their own story
As wax waned and polish refused to stick on demand
ember of incendiary destruction warranted new flight
once freezing and fighting rested in smouldering flames
23rd March 2021
Categories:
immolated, change,
Form:
Free verse
Tibetans,
Burning,
The flames everywhere.
One, two, three.......
Already self-immolated,23.
How many sparks will be?
Hundreds or thousands,
Maybe even more....
Gunfire,
Tibetans shot down,
One after another.
Now
Twelve Tibetans lie down in the blood,
Their bodies wrenched away
Never back.
Caught
To the jail.
An eagle snatching a sparrow.
Never to be seen again
Or seen crippled
Handicapped, an invalid.
Tibetans
In invisible manacles,
Surrounded by a metre wall.
Even for one step, bound.
Tibetans,
Unseen and unheard by
The world.
The pain
Only Tibetans can feel.
The words
Only Tibetans can hear.
The blood
Only Tibetans can see.
Because
It happens underground,
Where the world
Does not look.
Categories:
immolated, mystery,
Form:
ABC
I rode a rocket past the moon,
I walked the face of Mars,
And when I tired of the Milky Way,
I took off for the stars:
Alpha Centuari -- Sirius--
Then on, through Galaxies
I rode my spaceship everywhere
--but only in my dreams.
For it was a world of atom bombs,
The Missile Crisis--the Berlin Wall--
Of immolated Buddhist monks
Who protested freedom's fall--
It was a world where spyplanes flew
Across uncharted skies,
and where, because of fear, we grew
to believe convenient lies.
"Not because it's easy,
but because it's hard," I heard --
John Kennedy sent the challenge out
-- and we acted on his word:
we built the world's best spaceship
with more than steel its frame,
not alone by mere technology
but fueled by an Eternal Flame
That illumined our dark tomorrows
and could not be forgot:
we built our spaceship with the blood
of the King of Camelot.
Categories:
immolated, historyworld,
Form:
Rhyme
I had a dream to dissolve my body
Into harmony and song.
Not to be appraised course or consequence,
But the ecstasy for which I long.
I’d seen sparks pique, however, now they taunt
Ere each breath, each glare guts me.
I’ve been left to wonder, will passion pass,
Or will destiny cage the free?
Physical facades that guzzled my breath—
I loathed am’rous transactions—
Abandoned me gasping, grasping for air.
Throttled, I lay in satisfaction.
For today I gazed on as swarms of flies
Amassed stale, dead to the floor
Induced, I grin, inhale seriatim
Plaguing every lung, every pore.
For salt and terror could never hatch wood,
And doors are never undone.
Time festered and birthed a derisive spring
Which befell the immolated sun.
Categories:
immolated, absence, destiny, dream, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
New Years began this year
Amid global poisoning
Gertrudes’s skirt began to burn
At the edges
Sirens blared, and some attempt
At presidential communication
Seemed comical
Leaping to my sister from being
Immolated....... prevented the President's
Message connecting
I may seem slow at this verse
The end trends to drift slow
The end trends
To drift slow
11/08/11
Categories:
immolated, family, new years day,
Form:
Free verse
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart
Eco collapsing background
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny
Ocean’s apart odd people aside mess
with her smile and ill mess with your day
Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman
She has a great set of legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Mess with her smile and ill mess with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background
The only immolated truth
Categories:
immolated, abuse, addiction, desire, earth
Form:
Lyric