Best Promenade Poems
The moon is full, the stars illuminating
While together you and I lay contemplating
We stroll, hand in hand, dance in romance
Giving love a second glance
And yet a third and a fourth, giving nothing to chance
So meditate on this time, meditate on this place
Waiting not for my heart and thine, to meet face to face
Waiting not to view your shine, waiting not to feel your glow
As we flow to the soul’s song, sweet and slow
The groove, subtly mellow
Waltz to the heart’s beat
Pulses racing one another, yours feeling defeat
Heavenly constellations, bless us with their beauty
Rain their love upon us, especially upon she
Though she needs it not
Her beauty extraordinary
Her mind and body, a holy sanctuary
Verily, verily I proclaim to thee
What a magnitude my passions have grown to be
At this midnight promenade, for all to see
Wanting you to explore me, travel through my pearly gates
Still, my love grows for you madam, as your chariot awaits
when respite was
deckchairs and picnics
on car blankets
behind
windbreaks
sand was blown
into sheltered spaces
behind
driftwood and
rock.
dunes
grew
as grains of sand
accumulated
over time.
then
winds and waves
ate away
at everything
in their path.
as resilient barriers
gave way to
the full power
of nature’s
destructive forces
the
erosion
cried out
for radical
intervention:
something
to keep things
at bay
and
buy time.
like
the big plastic doors
that closed behind me
inside the
promenade hospital.
like
the blue paper masks
and the blue paper hats
in
the theatre.
like
the antibiotics
and disinfectant
on
'o' ward.
like
the marram grass
on the dunes
at
ainsdale.
Tour boat, ferry, sailboat, skiff
Bounce along the briny;
Sunshine sparkles on the waves,
Reflections bright and shiny.
Blimp and copter in the sky
Meeting no resistance;
Bridge, majestic, guarding all –
A pillar in the distance.
Police boat passes, pulsing blue
And beeps at people waving;
Children, on a trip from school,
Reluctantly behaving.
Downtown on the promenade,
The river slowly flowing;
I soak up my surroundings,
Glad for time before my going.
Here we go, all start with a left grand.
Apples in pies and peaches are canned.
Lost my partner waddle I do?
Single file promenade they’ll be back to you.
Flies in the buttermilk shoo fly shoo.
Sashay back to your darlin waitin for you.
Don’t hold her too tight she might be frail.
Allemande left, don’t be slow like a snail.
Now do-si-do here we go, keep on the trail.
And never tie a knot in a Guinea Pig‘s tail.
Swing your partner, where’s she gone?
Most fun you can have with all ya clothes on.
Now all join hands and circle wide.
Don’t tread on his boots they are his pride.
Swing your honey, swing her round.
Lift her feet right off the ground.
Everything that Jane could see beyond the gate
was dried up and dead,
everything
as far as she could see!
The lofty trees had all their leaves,
but they were black and withered.
The once graceful branches
were tangled and twisted.
There was no living thing in sight,
not even birds flew above the inert land.
Only the wind was heard by Jane,
and nothing else!
And permeating all of it,
was a foul odor of rot and death.
“How can this be?”
she asked herself,
“Only a gate apart,
a single wall away,
there is such abundant life,
and here all is dead.”
“There is no incident of nature that could have caused this!”
It couldn’t have been a drought, she thought,
for it had rained the night before,
nor could it have been a fire.
The earth was dead below her feet
and also all which was above it.
Yet, she could not help but see,
the beauty of the shape of the sprawling landscape—
The carefully trimmed and winding bushes,
the newly planted flower beds,
the elegantly lined and soaring oaks and pines
which once adorned the royal Promenade.
They were all dead, though.
As if a furious ghost had passed above this place at its full prime,
and smothered in one instant all its life,
and left it still and desolate.
The Promenade.
Another day Sunday at the seaside resort luckily there were
no carousels, few kids and those who were there behaved
textbook like, with their grandparents loyally eating ice cream
and drinking soda pops; since they were given everything they
wanted, there were few tantrums.
The latest trend now (for women) is to wear long, lose fitting
flowering dresses and my wife said she still had dresses like that
going back forty years; she will wear one of them tomorrow.
Grand yachts at the marina I counted three “Aston Martins”
wondered if Prince Charles was around. Yet on the promenade
I saw mostly pensioners who had been saving for a year to have
this one vacation. I was the only one who murmured darkly if
the rich had paid their taxes; but what do you expect of a man
who wants to bring back the guillotine.
Time has mellowed me the weather was summery I wore blazer
and looked posh (that´s what she said) and I did my best to keep
my stomach in. This is an enchanting time we tried not to think
of tomorrows as we sat on a bench eating ice-cream yogurt
…it has less sugar.
This night the moon cast a light
for just a moment, a trust, a lust,
a gaze at the lingering lazy crowded stars.
The wind decided to play, upon its way
found its voice releasing its hold
whished a while around the ground
disturbing the old mole's layer of mold.
A roar tore through the silent moor
proposing passion through the naked, shaking trees;
never being meek, it took their boughs and danced a while.
Their get-together are always fun.
The wind promenaded into the park of yellow
blew words arousing the blue birds caressing their nesting fellows.
Lightning flashing, lighting, casting glamour over shadows,
zigzagging playfully around the meadow.
Rain of course forced a breath in and a breath out.
The ground was a blur throughout.
Gentle whispering disappears gulping in the air.
The owl gave a howling screech turning its head with a smite scowl
with that the wind decided to call it a night.
3/25/2018
Humorous Patter Sayings
Bow to your partner now let's begin
Lift your skirts and kick his shin
Hold it tight and jump and cuss
Don't worry you can't offend us
Get her back gents, catch her quick
Snap her bra lickadee split!
Ain't she red now but comon let's dance
If you never now’s your chance
Got two left feet so you can't walk straight
That's OK cause you can promenade
Promenade up and promenade down
Your the purdiest girl in the whole durn town
Slap your knee and holler an’ wail
Bend on down and shake your tail
Tail, tail, pretty little tail
If you pull it I won't tell
I won't tell no sir yes ma'am
Do-si-do, do it all again.
An lo'...
Before I spirals the promenade
A path that twists back upon its self
I find a deep Well full of apathy...
I travel the bones
Of a forgotten METROPOLIS
With towers of rotting stone
Broken glass and wood burnt
The imperial age of the obelisk
I feel like a wanderer in a valley, sinister
Faces of friends fall by the wayside
An infernal sight of my histories lost...
I see a path that spills before me
That brakes in on me like black rain
What was the cost
Of self-designed damnation?
There is no turning back...
...no heart can fathom
I spirit the ghost nation...
And furrow the pains without heed
My hands grip the ground with dry stagnation...
The coil of this beast is a writhing phantom
I must guide the machines of my suicide
Before me, I see the misty faces of white
Maybe I can turn the tide
I feel the eons press hard with all its might
An Lo'...
Forwards; on the horizons meanders the promenade.
I count my sorrows in the coming rains
Of a self-designed damnation!
All is black...
Drops fill an endless well...
There is no turning back!
I linger in the land...
The land of the blind...
A sprite of a ghostly nation...
A wasted land
A barren realm
A vast forgotten city...
I see the bones
Of a forgotten METROPOLIS!
Full of apathy and burnt stone
I stare into the bottomless!
Walking on the bridge, over the river wild
I see the sky, I see the clouds, I see the birds fly..
The park, where we first met,
The grass is still green today,
The smell of ecstasy
Purging through nature’s velvet bodice:
The rubies peeping in delight
And the dew like diamonds, radiating beauty
Subtly sidereal, even in daylight
The life here had been the same..
The children playing, ladies chatting
And their men down the distance,
Voyeur teenagers..And regret…
The couples in love kissing hard,
The world is a better place for them,
Like it had been once
For me and you..
Time and Age had consorted us.
And while we cry in our own neighboring valleys,
We hear the echoes of pain,
And wanting,
We stare at the highness, separating us,
Then we stare at the blue above,
Thinking of the same nothingness
Pacified are, our naïve souls
Return to city streets.
Every night when I close my eyes,
I think of you,
I think of her who has taken my place,
In between your arms, where I once dwelt,
My parlour of serenity
Had become your harlequin…
Trapped in the kaleidoscope of passion.
Suddenly,
I see you strolling across the promenade…
Looking at me,
With the love we had,
And now, we don’t.
My heart skipped a beat in remorseful hope.
I smile,
And you smile back
While walking past on the same bridge, over the river wild,
In the park, where we first met.
Let’s take a long walk
So we can have a long talk
About everything under the sun
And anything on earth, hon.
Let’s take an afternoon walk
Baby, we need to talk
About common sense
And all specimens of nonsense.
You and I must stay together
Honey, you and I must gather
All pertinent information
So we can have an honest discussion.
I loved you then and I love you now
I am talking for myself. Let’s wow
Each other as we stroll on the sand
Let’s talk, chat and laugh in the wind.
Let’s enjoy the long walk
Until the sun disappears
Let’s remain friends and peers
Let’s remain lovers and let’s talk.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Promenade and Parade
What they did was dance and promenade
All over entire town in a big parade
After of them had taken many views
Decided that they were all bad news
And as usual off course they strayed.
Jim Horn
Upon the promenade, the path is twisted and turned,
each footfall is set to an unknowable rhythm.
Before thee runs the righteous coil
or is it a brilliant path of glory?
I see no solution to my turmoil
I travel this labyrinth alone...
It is spiraling down deep like a nautilus coil.
A dangerous and dark mystery
for each footfall has found
a different path upon a different world.
Traveling the unlit promenade
a path to purgatory
that twists turns and spiraling
along the way, I find no sanctuary.
Each footfall set to an unknown rhythm...
The lights are diminishing and flickering into death!
Time has moved along this promenade,
The stone crumbling to dust
The labyrinth is vast as it is winding.
I feel it unreel before me...
Upon the promenade,
the path is twisted, turned,
always dark along the promenade
a path to purgatory...
it's easy to get enthralled
under the spell of incandescence
and hear the songs of sirens in the air
when moonlight glow endows each organism
with a magically intoxicating essence
that entices unsuspecting midnight prowlers
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Promenade on mountain
rwenzori in Goma.
We were in black and white on the snow
looking at the nice view
of the northern KIVU.
She was over the moon
As it was her first time to be
At such wonderful place.
Speaking silently
with her big eyes.
Staring at me fearlessly,
beautiful personality
whom my eyes kept
seeing for some years.
the promenade was fantastic,
As I was surrounded by some good folks
Enjoying the beauty of DRCongo in peace.
beside multiple attacks and rebellions
in some parts of East of DRCongo
which always provoked
by some jealous
neighbours
of DRCongo who are supported
by the international community
and some super powers countries
to divide DRCongo into many countries
for them to continue stealling
Congolese's natural resources.
Majority Congolese remain very kind
people on this planet
As they always fear God.