Best Masterly Poems
Out at sea, serene and soothing,
on a sheet of lapis lazuli,
a graceful forward motion,
kissing the coast line,
sailing at high speed,
skimming over the salty waters,
the breeze caressing my face,
filling the taut sails with power.
A short distance away
sunlit vistas, rugged rocks,
and white washed villas.
Afar a dolphin jumps out of the water,
above gracious gulls glide
foraging for food, the tasty sardines,
turtles paddle close, a rare sight.
I veer to evade a close companion,
a masterly maneuver,
a sense of elation,
beauty, peace and joy.
Let me live here forever
or at least until summer lasts.
and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit, then
down among the throbbing roar, there
stood a spectre, drenched in gore
when challenged, did he rant and rave,
to find me in his abyss, his cave;
from whence he came I know not where,
for mine was but to answer, not enquire
then stripped I of his molten coat, in the
form of a goat, thinking was Beelzebub undone;
but to my great surprise, Apollyon it was,
in masterly disguise
and seeing me now, Gabriel, in full light, he thrust his fiery
sword to smite, the one God loves, (indeed tis me),
but I crushed his stink and broke off free
he turned and smite me yet again, the pain of death
drove me insane; but lost the blow, in this great fore,
I called on my father for strength, four score; and I the
"fallen angel", so to speak, plunged my sword into his beak
and when his black light came near no more, and threw his
poison to the floor, to fight so thus, and give no quarter, was
my want, his needful slaughter;
and now at twilights shimmering scar, of timid moonlight's
evil bar, the pit, when entered, carries no threat; for paid
brave Gabriel, Apollyon's debt.
Brilliant brushstrokes of a masterly mind,
golden glimmers of a scarlet sunset emerge
glinting glorious gossamer glow...
viewing vermillion twilight poignant portrait
etch enchanting serene solitude,
peaceful Palms sparkle tender tranquility...
opalescent ocean inspires bliss.
Prism
multi, colored
infinity, internally, spinning
Located in the pituitary gland
masterly, universally, implanted
seeing, freeing
prison
My soul surrenders and soars like the elegant eagle
As my mind melds of the wolves wildly witted
Experiencing mother earth thru the eye of the needle
Frolicking forests as is perceptually permitted
The eagle explores over the running raging river
Thru eagle eyes I see the rivers enchanted edge
The wolf watches his prey who quizzically quiver
For both partake in a platonic paradisal pledge
I hunger like the wandering wolf and patiently wait
And the eagle takes me to far off landscape lands
For thus I use my written words as bantering bait
Thru poetic pacification my mind masterly expands
Of the watchful wolf and the elegant eagle
Admiring art perched on the artist’s easel.
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She exits the shower
As I towel her down
Her long blond hair
Skin so brown
With her back to me
In masterly strokes
Every part I caress
Her wanting stokes
She takes my hands
To her breasts she cups
Our torso's close
In standing up
She bares her nape
Invites me to kiss
As my blood responds
To my manly bliss
This path of passion
We tenderly follow
Our bodies racing
As we lovingly wallow
We lie on the bed
Two adventurers roam
Exploring new worlds
To eventually find home
Sensual finds
As they make their way
A pillar of strength
Through a secret gate, plays
Curvaceous mounds
With pert like cairns
Forested grasses
Wonderment stare
Through the open gate
In this warm moist land
Signals in sync
As we read our commands
In movement so tender
With sighs and groans
Between the V
As he's welcomed home
In rhythmic rhyme
Their music plays
Notes are hit
In orchestral display
Kisses shared
Bodies slide
Hearts content
In sensual glide
Eruption emits
His lava flow
Tanned maiden
Golden glow
Orgasmic glands
Climax embrace
In their world of love
This two have graced
. UNSUPPORTED CODE
Grandma was German raised to value beauty,
her art found in nature the flowers and the trees.
Grandpa, a Wentworth, from an English family
whose Great Grand sailed the Mayflower, across the sea.
In the time of William Morris, when craft was art,
Great Granddad was a shipwright that's how we got our start.
So, we valued craft and beauty and adventure charted.
Through tough times, poverty, still wisdom was imparted.
Born in a place of splendor miles from the bay,
Mom was raised on the poetry of Edna Millay.
I was born there to and in the woods I played
amongst maidenhair ferns and violets unafraid.
In art born, with brush and pen, often did I write,
raised on Lord Tennyson to great my delight.
And, I adored the architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright
how he blended craftsmanship into each homesite.
Schooled in modern art Warhol and Mies Van De Rhoe,
my mind opened blooming to many new tableaus.
All my contemporaries were part of art neuvau.
Each masterly artisan's work helped me to grow
Better be a joker than a depressed man.
Better be kind and compassionate than an evil man.
Better be a good man than a bad man.
Better live in the now than live in the then.
Better be courageous and full of balls and fire.
Than be a wimp living in a straw house that'll burn with fire.
Better be willing to live for your principles and die for them.
Than be a drunken and reckless fool that lives in mayhem.
Better be happy than sad.
Better be a good dad than a bad dad.
Better be a good husband than a foolish selfish man.
Better be a masterly man that a servile man.
Better live for now for the right moral principles
That'll bring happiness, joy and wealth to these carnivores.
Better enjoy their health and share their joys in the existence of the herbivores.
Better eat salad with your meat and wine so these cannibals are happy.
Better accommodate all the whims and fantasies of mankind in shaping your life.
Better listen to the politicians, with their rules and regulations
before you wash your dishes in this life.
The dishes won't be clean unless the politicians say so
It's no longer about water and washing up liquid.
It is about them, their laws change at their whim and the colour of their slimy bile.
Better be a drunk that can't talk or walk
Than a drunk that holds a knife to your neck in the dark.
Better be sober in the morning so you can do a full day’s work,
So ex-wife won't scream at you when you can't pay child support.
Better listen to what everyone tells you: Politicians---Media and your Ex-Wife.
It's for your own good so you can be happy in your strife.
Better be a robot compromising with everything and everyone
Than be a true thinker if you want to be in the here and now and not be gone.
But I have a dream like Martin Luther King.
My dream speaks of mankind like pebbles on the beach in the land of King
Turning into diamonds and jewels in the bright yellow sun of the day,
Creating through their compassion a world of love and peace in this new day.
Truth is we hide yourself lest others know
Hiding ourselves to make others happier
Everyone has their own problems to face
Masterly I give you the answer you want
Ask someone "how are you feeling today"
Same reply is nearly always given I am ok
Knowing this look beyond the mask I wear
Crippled by a serious deformity,
And imposed masterly inactivity,
Gloomed by utter poverty,
Many wail in anguishing adversity.
A waif, a forlorn wanderer,
A clueless shipwrecked brother,
A totteringly striding blind,
A helping hand is all they need!
Not for the riches, not for the power,
Not to revel in Heavenly pleasure,
But to them, my help, mirth shall bring,
Hence O cruel death! Hold back------
Hold back thy venomous sting,
Hold back thy venomous sting!
Hold back thy venomous sting!!
Well, I suppose that I am again revealing my age,
But I grew up when Burma Shave signs were all the rage!
Could it be that those 'masterly creations' sparked my poetic bent,
As I soaked up a tad of 'culture' as down the rural roads I went?
"Buddy, if its a bit of romance you crave;
Best you slather yer mug with Burma Shave!"
"Why would she deign to give you a cuddly hug?
Better use Burma Shave to smooth yer bristly mug!"
"Fer a smoother shave here's the latest buzz;
Use Burma Shave to rid yer mug of all that fuzz!"
"If you really want to set that romance on fire;
Use Burma Shave to smooth yer mug of all that brier!"
"If you need to clear yer mug of that five-o'clock shade;
Use a heap of Burma Shave with yer razor blade!"
"If scratchy whiskers are causing romance to be rather grim;
Perhaps a dab of Burma Shave would smooth yer trim!"
"If yer love-life with her has nearly disappeared;
Maybe its time to lather-up with Burma Shave on yer beard!"
"If yer whiskers are as scratchy as a field of thistles;
Use Burma Shave on your kisser to rid it of all those bristles!"
(To learn more about Burma Shave signs during the 1920s/30s go to your
search and enter "History of Burma Shave Signs")
I miss you only if you miss my smile
I desire you only if you like my style
I always do my best and will continue to do so
You enjoy my impromptu speech and tempo
You know that I am opinionated
I express myself freely and overtly like Ed
One of my favorite politicians
Indeed, a masterly eloquent *****sapiens
I say what I have to say fearlessly and candidly
I do care a lot; yes. Yes, I do care immensely
You know exactly what to do now
Don't ask me why, what, who and how
Be very pretty tonight and do the chores
I'll be ready. Don't forget to fix the doors.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mother, you surpass all
Your care like layers packed
Altogether to cater forever
That beyond leisure you treasured
Mother, the way you smiled
When I wailed
And the way you laughed off my toughs
The bough you fed my hunger
To please your daughter
You hid your anger
Mother, the measure of your gracious sachet
A sachet packed of love and tenderness
A sachet that bloomed to open
A scarlet heart whose little memory
For your daughter forevermore a story
And the tatters do not matter mother
For you gathered the masterly together
Courageous you did not disown
My shut eyes
My disability, your inability
Mum you added spice
And my wrongs
You hesitated not to make nice
Forevermore your favour my saviour
I live to chant,
To chant your name on a flag
A flag I will always rise, and raise to flag
To flag your true feminism my heroine.
recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
gloriously wend
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yanking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants,
thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatle browed, beastie boy,
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
via Herbie Hancock (Hermans Hermits)
cheesy Munster trap doors that steal,
deep purple swiftly tailored
culture club members squeal
hosted by mega death pack rat boston for real
venue at Tokyo hotel, via en grave invitation
signed by Alice in Chains poison huss kiss
sing, which will spellbind
once contents unveiled, an instant app peal
immediately choking off air supply
then Alice Cooper egging bad company
to hypnotize the guess who sacrificial meal
supplanting raw primal scream from spinal tap
acquiescing self to abandon all hope,
especially if black sabbath joins
creed dance clearwater revival
dark shadows would demand one
(to take a knee) and kneel
before sacrificing oneself at the beck and call
of evanescent nirvana
experiencing permanent relief,
sans soul (twisted) sister riding a hansom
off phish hull heart shaped coffin
ample room enough for blind
melon collie 10,000 maniacs, their heal
ling powers profusely emanating
via m&m shaped talking heads
methinks averring obeisance
to judas priest and hooters with coldplay feel
ling of eternal sleep, where quiet pussy riot
joins carpenters, whose underground
sepulchral crowded house indicative
cynthesis iz a done dizzy Gillespie afterlife deal
and you bet your sweet bippy meme
an extra bonus for orthodox believers
(absent myself - a skeptic),
whose karma with long deceased will anele!
brilliant brushstrokes of a masterly mind
golden glimmers of a scarlet sunset emerge
glinting glorious gossamer glow
viewing vermillion twilight poignant portrait
etch enchanting serene solitude
peaceful Palms spark tender tranquility
opalescent ocean inspires bliss.
December 15, 2021
"Alliterisen 2" Poetry Contest
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