Best Leave Alone Poems
We all arrive alone naked and vulnerable,
crying our eyes out, not knowing -
this is the first day of the rest of our life.
I guess the saddest thing in life is we have to grow up.
As children we live in a bubble,
gazing at lost stars - wondering which one is ours.
Not realising the impact of our childhood,
until we are adults and it is too late.
We jump in puddles, laughing at splashing sounds,
some even learn to place their coats over them.
Some swim within shark infested waters,
but only a few learn how to build bridges over them.
I have embraced the power of silence,
but some have succumb to it.
I guess it is all about the quality of it,
especially for those who struggle to listen.
There has been many a rose that has bloomed,
but every single one crumbled into dust.
Even the one whose thorns pierced lacerations
through hearts of stone - yet the heart healed.
Many birds arrived echoing sweet symphonies,
yet there have been those that flew away in silence.
Especially the silent nightingale who sat in solitude,
whose lyrics my heart still yearns to feel.
I've seen many a ship arrive at my shore,
but each one unloaded and sailed away.
It was me who removed their anchor
and smiled as they sailed into the distance.
As tumours poison our existence - I ponder;
will the human race survive earth's demise?
When death arrives we all leave alone empty handed,
not knowing that was the last day of our life.
I recall Freddie Mercury's famous lyrics...
Who wants to live forever.... Anyway.
Silent One
Simple Musings
19 June 2018
After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side-
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight seduction of rain
But no rain.
Perfect, cool molecules,
Layer on layer,
Air sitting on air.
But after, I couldn’t find you.
I couldn’t find you
In the heavy-sitting valleys,
Behind the cool barriered hedges
With stone guard dogs,
In the palm shadowed boulevards
Or the canyon mazes.
I couldn’t find you
In the final exhalations of space,
On sun baked, cracked cement plaza drives.
I couldn’t find you
In the starkly lined avenues
Amongst the serious-expressioned manikins.
It really is a desert here, huh?
Had said the pale cheeked waiter from Wisconsin
While we waited for you to come back.
Yes, I thought, touching the sweating water glass.
A stage set in a desert
Filled with mirages and promises
And doors that no one answers
And roads that curve toward the sun.
We both knew you weren’t coming back.
I won’t find you again
But I will keep looking
And looking
And looking.
There is always that chance.
Yes, to find someone like you.
That chance.
I leave alone,
Tip under plate.
A dog barks at my steps,
Waits, barks again.
We are both close,
Yet impossibly,
Far from home.
An Old Man’s Bedtime Prayer
Lord: Now I lay me down to rest.
To get away from this days test.
To rest my head on pillows fluff.
To clear my head of all the stuff.
That comes your way as you get old.
It’s part of life that’s seldom told.
I hope to get some 10 hrs. sleep.
I’ll probly end up counting sheep.
As I look back across my days.
I know I’ve sinned in many ways.
I’m real sorry. I’ve told you that.
To say again just sounds “old hat”.
But now I plead for this short break.
To get some rest for bodies sake.
If you “Oh LORD” my wish would grant.
And do for me something I can’t.
For I’ve no strength, my life to take.
Just let me die before I wake.
For my old joints have turned to rust.
I’d just as soon they’re back to dust.
Lord: If I’d wake and look about.
I’d “Hoot & Holler” and give a shout.
If I would find that was my fate.
To there be standing, inside “The Gate”
To know at last I’d passed the test.
I don’t need seats among the best.
It’s enough to not be missed.
My name was on His special list.
But you know best, I’m sure of that.
So if I wake, I’ll just hang pat.
I’ll dream of red, rare, steaks so fat
To ponder where the “Good Times” at.
I’ll shuffle through another day.
And burn more bills we strain pay.
To keep us warm in this cold pit.
And by the window now to sit.
As I think back to ‘yester’ years.
With all the joy, few sprinkled tears.
I never dreamed, these “Golden Years”
Would be so filled with pain and fears.
I never thought I’d leave alone.
My wife & I would share our home.
But when I’m gone, alone she’ll bow.
She’ll need get by . . .I don’t know how.
With this I’ll close my nightly plea.
I’d be forever in debt to thee.
If you would oft stop by this way.
To comfort wife here every day.
Written to honor all the elderly that
Struggle with their health, their obligations,
their present & their future.
Oh Lord, I am selfish but no fish I sell
A true believer I am though I’m an outlaw,
I’m your truant Christian;
Every day, I fear to wake up on knees.
I am a sinner in your eyes, Lord!
Oh Lord, humanitarian I never lose the dream.
Huge work, I hate on a day of Sunday.
On a sunny day, stings I stuck on his path.
As I was passing at church to pray.
Yet, a ream of sins I bore in your beam.
At church, on knees, I sat and stood.
For hugely inferior I humbly trapped him.
Thorns and hurdles, he stood in with no food.
Fearless, asylum with no plum I seek here,
Lord, in your sacred title, hide me as a sinner.
Pardon pour on me profusely, Lord!
Those bleeding inside and outside leave alone.
But still, keep your ears on me here melt in May,
Forget those moaning and yelling for caused groan.
In your castle, Lord, tilts and alms I’ll pay while knelt.
For I am your Christian, my Lord.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I wish a sack of peanuts would rise as one
To take us back from where we've strayed.
And turkey legs and brooding plants
Would lovingly give the time of day.
And tulips warmed by spring's first kiss
Would have a better sense of play.
And dire feelings of deeds undone
Would not dance their grim ballet.
I wish cats and dogs would go to work
And latter take me for a walk.
Could the wind not blow on mountain tops
And leave alone their weathered rocks?
Could the clouds and rain end their sad refrain
And not pick at nature's lock?
Could the Great Peanut take the time to lead us home
As zealous members of its flock?
I wish a misplaced word would stand its ground
And give sense to our release.
Where a milkshake made from a lover's tears
Would cause the price of nostalgia to increase.
And if only ducks and crows would have their say
To bring back the long deceased.
And the stuff of legends would rue the day...
They took from me their final piece.
But such is not the way of things
As nature's laws fill up this lonely place.
And the rules that govern our world view
Are rarely questioned or misplaced.
But I am burdened with a child's faith
And sense there is more than time and space.
So I will one day enter Heaven and look upon...
My Mother's loving face.
The End
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"Between the Hours"
If I had stopped to search
your page, again…
decoded somehow
what you had written
Between the hours
Surreal a.m.
3.33
I would have lost the time
to write you into my own story
The Dream
Strip searched against that Wall
where transparent
stands a ghost
in blue neon glow
Floats towards you
instructions read
bent over table
extending naked soul
Stretched flat elbows
Green sleeved and
Palms branding
Red Circled
Welcoming errors and
Psalms prayed against
a satin back kissed and sung
all the way down
To legs that won’t run
Whispers velvet gloved
against a sensual criminal
“Is this Lust or Love?”
Earlier you had mentioned a key
as you slipped your hand in mine
brought me in closer fingers entwined
hip to hip knee to knee
Heat emanating from your
body pressed tight up against me
You whispered that secret in my ear
and shaking your head, grinning you said,
"You know
you are
a real
tease..."
Down my neck you drew a soft line
with your lips and you said,
“It all begins now,
It all begins with this”
and I said
as I moved forward
into the warmth of you
and passed the key on my tongue
sliding warm and wet the words
I tattooed on you with my lips
unlocking you like a well oiled loaded gun,
with a cherry ripe wet smile whipped
“Here take this”
I slid the key from my tongue to yours
“Words,” I said, lips smiling against yours
“are the real shizz”
You laughed and pulled me in tighter
“Come closer to me, Special Agent
you are the real biz”
Words, strip searched
I'm
His
The seduction
slow moving
sensual
electric
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"In these days
I'm breathing stone, crying stone
I'll win this race
I'll leave alone, arrive alone
Love this place
The lights...
Under this face, so dry..."
"Stripped to the bone
I did no wrong
Truth is my name..."
Pulchritudinous looks, unscrupulous ways hook
Junoesque one apart, pneumatic in mouthpart
Those coconut-like callipygian haunts cull
Leave alone howling wolves, despite being ourselves!
All poems are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
"Sailing On"
To live is to die but not before the ocean explored
We are the captains of our own lives, set sail young ones to the great beyond
Do not cast anchors in that which you know
You should be filled with curiosity for waters untraversed
The amorphous domain of liquid wonderment is limitless for years to come
Though life and love are based on bow and stern
Sometimes we have will have to dock if only to wonder, wishing more
And then to go full throttle back on the open seas potential
We still must heed cautiously those ships that pass in the night
Even if they are but journeymen themselves, others will mean you harm
Just remember they might loot your future dreams
But they can never take experiences past
So rely on those per chance to dream of better days ahead
And for one dream taken build two more
Because in fact mixed blessings are the fish not caught in the first casting
"A Youth's Everything"
A first trial's bust seeks open arms to omnipresent consolation
Attempts conclude in unconditional surrender but for an every time pleasantness
There breeds the encouragement to succumb to gravity
And often goes down the child, to liken the second part success, a misdirection all the same
Stay away I say, Stay away
As for some neglect makes the heart grow fonder of you with absence
Encourage only for trying to conquer ground on waddling toes, failure be put aside
To refrain from being there, disappointment is a part of life
In tripping and falling everyone must learn to walk
Let them learn instead to sulk alone, autonomy will make them stronger
And when they succeed on toddling feet soon there will be pride unlimited
Vicarious joy for to the child who learned not to cry to you
But to resurrect itself on its own bipedal terms,
To leave alone, to love itself enough, to fight for gains other than your presence
And someday the youngster eventually will do the same to teach the best ways
Taught by the best in its eyes all because you allowed it to roam and face certain facts
Existence whether good or bad must be fought for on its own
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"A Youth's Everything"
A first trial's bust seeks open arms to omnipresent consolation
Attempts conclude in unconditional surrender but for an every time pleasantness
There breeds the encouragement to succumb to gravity
And often goes down the child, to liken the second part success, a misdirection all the same
Stay away I say, Stay away
As for some neglect makes the heart grow fonder of you with absence
Encourage only for trying to conquer ground on waddling toes, failure be put aside
To refrain from being there, disappointment is a part of life
In tripping and falling everyone must learn to walk
Let them learn instead to sulk alone, autonomy will make them stronger
And when they succeed on toddling feet soon there will be pride unlimited
Vicarious joy for to the child who learned not to cry to you
But to resurrect itself on its own bipedal terms,
To leave alone, to love itself enough, to fight for gains other than your presence
And someday the youngster eventually will do the same to teach the best ways
Taught by the best in its eyes all because you allowed it to roam and face certain facts
Existence whether good or bad must be fought for on its own
What I think I know is not
What I know
I assume I know much more than
What I know.
I do not know
What I do not know
As what I know reveals
What I need to know.
The trouble is to know
What I do know
And to know what I do not know.
This makes me humiliated
For I have been quarreling with authenticity
That I know
And what I know is correct.
"To know what we know
And to know what we do not know
Is real knowledge."
Said the philosopher.
I know he did not know
What one needs to know.
Knowing one thing becomes
A known thing the moment
One thinks of knowing
And some thing of that thing
Is not known,
So I do not know
Of that something.
This means
One can infer
'I do not know' is the truth.
Then arises the billion dollar question
"What one has to know?"
As the known thing expands every moment you know
Just to know is not even knowledge,
Leave alone wisdom.
The question now arises
How can I know
What I do not know
And what I can not know?
Sometimes I do not know that
Because I can not know.
If I do know
What I can not know
Then I know
What I do not know
Then how can I say I know
About the thing I do not know.
Can I say
I know something about
Everything of what I know
And What I do not know.
Now,
Do you know
What I know?
And
What I do not know?
I know
You do not know
What I know
And I do not know
Because you do not know
What you know
And what you do not know.
the fire hydrant comes handy
first and fore most it saves lives
but to walk a dog in the city
it's a place of choice
better than the lamp post
and a tree we leave alone
as on a leash I am directed
to do my business in a jiffy
and always a piece of paper
as it degrade and never a plastic bag
to reach the next garbage can
she is so crazy but I love her
A new poem to complete
An empty space bleeds
A beautiful, sunshine glory we need
His young life is unfinished,
Dont let him feel like its diminished,
Watch him from the corner of your eye as he cries,
He looks fine but hiding in his mind,
Ask him how life is currently today?
Make sure he is not willing to disappear away,
Sometimes you dont know that you're lost,
So think brighter and leave alone the past,
Life is ok Mr it affects us all, boytjie its ok to be stonewalled,
There's no Jesus or Mother Mary and Jesus Christ the son,
Heaven's silence is so quite that I am even stunned numb,
But angels willing to help you from darkness to some sun or to someone,
i can guarantee you that if I make you smile now,
That all your worries and sorrows arent so big of a wow,
I'm here to help you,
And make sure life is not blue,
Dont give up and dont give in,
Suicide is a bad idea and it shouldn't win,
Believe you can, can and can,
Push through like you can, can and man.
I care, we all care, someone cares about you,
Be brave and not sad and accept you,
You're an untold story,
A beautiful sunshine glory.
It's funny how things you love to do
they always seem to ruin the things you love
as if you were doing these things until finally they ruin just
destroy everything it's like we live in a world where nothing you do is right
we can't even seem to hold on to some things and let go of them if needed
why isx life this way why does it seem to make things harder and never let us let go
or leave alone what must be left alone strange huh I guess it just sucks at times.