Best Unreasonably Poems
"Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas"
Engagement came at a cost
the written word read
and worn like a purple robe
to keep out the cold
stave the hunger off,
feed the soul eveything,
Everything, is what it wants,
silky words like feathers
tickle the closed throat,
the lips open the kisses
like envelopes
eternal sweet plumbs,
like losengers
in a glass swear jar
too many now,
innumerable,
judged and fined,
selected and sucked
unreasonably
for some kind longevity,
the life, for all it's worth,
in treacherous weather,
sometimes flounders,
pauses for a while
looking upwards towards
an empty sky searching
and waiting, for far away lost gods,
then uncomfortably dressed,
the robe, loosened, like a pagan,
the written word read
and worn on the outside
like a purple cross,
the stars glittering in
reflective windows,
the view immeasurable,
the external shell
disgarded and dropped
at the feet of absent minded
causes, the reviews smile
like wolves lost, they're
missing the red hoods,
they're missing
the real treasure,
the deep buried plot
the naked pleasure
of walking away
graces a certain freedom
priceless, like rare diamonds
entwined with diamantes,
who can tell the difference now?
twinkling like blazing andromedas
at the distant edge of their worlds
Engagement locked in at a cost
fresh water pearls
au natural, nothing
false here, the
kintsugi veins glow
lux vitae
in fig leaf stories
a naked life shining,
seen running in
broken streams of gold
the missing Page left opening
marked unopened books,
walks like a lost adventurer
through stories
that arrive on leaves
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
What knowledge do you have of my home?
Have you taken a walk through the cemetery?
Walking on my tracks, footprints of eternity.
Have you read about the deserts?
Thus roar, thus blow filth,
Have you, met the survivors?
Felt have you, their struggles?
In The dusts that destroy,
That whistled as they sizzled,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irking me,
For a fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.
You believe in the reporter,
Who experienced little of a quarter,
Of the life he broadcasts,
You let the television fool you,
Have you walked the fine line?
Have you let hunger define you?
I did. Oh I did sweat in the dust,
Trekked through the cracks,
And I, stood face up with the sands,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irritating me,
For a fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.
I breathed within a twister of dust,
So you wonder not of my eyes as they carry,
The memories of the old struggle,
So wonder not of my skin either,
As it bears the manuscript of my old life,
Yes I move immaculate, but do you know of my heart?
Let you not be fooled by my slenderness,
My strength far flows beyond my weight,
So I lift a whole continent with my pride,
And if I have to, I will put my life aside,
Just to fix a smile on mama Africa's face,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irking me,
A fool that I am not- is the fool that is you,
Mama is beautiful, yet you only see,
As far as her horn, and the slums,
Where the strongest among us might've been born,
Yes mama is beautiful, yet you neglect to see her exquisiteness,
How could you go to my house,
To only document the cracks on my walls?
Couldn't you walk in to my living room'
And maybe peek in to my kitchen?
Thence you might see the beauty that is my home,
How long will you only look at,
Just the color of this book's exterior?
When will you ever walk in it,
To see the beautiful illustrations within?
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're unreasonably riling me,
Cause the fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
is meaningless
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
Him?
I can not slow her stride
She gets further and further every day
It breaks my pride
She is unaware of what she is passing by
As I lay down to think of her I sigh
She's unreasonably cunning
She has me running
In circles in my mind
On the lookout trying to find
Her
But she keeps a steady stride
And forever has left my side
She is in her own world now
She left me alone, how?
I treated her like royalty
She had my loyalty
She had earned my trust
It blew away in one gust
The gust had came in
When she had spoke of
Him
She left as quickly as had came
Thought of her drive me insane
Now I am the one having to move along
Music can keep me happy
Sing along to every song
Even if it feels awkward and wrong
She left me without thinking twice
I thought she was nice
But she is no more
What all for?
I thought I was worth it
I guess not
I guess the only problem
Between the two of us was
Me
(how well I could play)
in a straight forward way;
simplifying it, making it more pure
in a clear sound, turning it up
and bearing down...
there'd be distortion, red-anger, punk-blue,
get it up tough, keep it going,
'cause I didn't know what else to do.
at fifteen I was unreasonably accomplished
with those long dynamic echo-delayed riffs;
at eleven I was sleeping in the back of a car
surrounded by books an amp and a guitar,
rolling around with the sound of
a welt chord, a grace note, Henry Miller and Nietzsche;
laying-down these upholstery-songs in the summer of seventy-eight
where reverb was explored beyond the return of counter-culture,
going 'round the bend, headed in a back-words direction again
Money, Greed, Lies
Overwhelming desires
Underneath love/affection cries
They lay close
Entwined,
One disappears, The other in despair
Still close they lay
Hundred, thousand miles away
I can feel it
I open up all the windows
To let the storm in
It will set you free
From the unfair/ unwanted grip of me
Unreasonably I Envy,
I am stuck , You are free
You glow like gold, my heart grows cold
The fear engulfs me
I am getting old
Mushroom clouds cover the planet
And deadly viruses to advance the plan
An obsolete species draws its last breath
The dust settles on the skulls of man
Souls free to soar the heights
From the direction of alien minds
Too emotional to appreciate the splendor
For our unreasonably fear-based kind
The repopulation of the Earth
With a half-hybrid stoic people
Eyes as big as those we've all seen
In the tabloids that made us chuckle
Factories for test-tube breeding
As operational as an assembly line
Producing state-of-the-art organic widgets
DNA mixed with another alien bloodline
Souls sucked out of the atmosphere
Into new bodies we are embedded
Now able to control our impulses
The Neanderthal gene extracted
Like an employee of the month
Doing my job as been instructed
I have a sudden deja vu
From something beautifully sculpted
I notice an exceptional female
Some how I feel a connection
As if in some way I have known her
Feeling something called 'inspiration'
I follow her with like a puppy
Then she turns to look at me
All four enormous eyes soften
And we continue our beautiful telepathy
It's not funny
To die for the liberty
For the freedom to speak
Freely without fears.
It is not beautiful
to suffer for the rights
To use simple or single words,
To write truthfully, to shed lights
On everything, which is distasteful.
Freedom of the Press
Must be fundamental,
It is the very foundation of true
Democracy, which is a form of wisdom.
A great Nation wants nothing less
Than constant criticism from the few.
Bring the projectors, the martyrs,
The cameras, the writers,
The headlines, the headlights
Of the intelligentsia, to educate the mass,
The unemployed and the underprivileged
The real Heroes
Are never afraid to die,
For the words,
For the pens, pencils
Brushes, and crayons;
The dead heroes
Are our eternal champions.
The sick cowards
Are afraid of the words.
They are unreasonably angry,
Because they kill and hide
Like rats, like rodents.
The freedom of expression
Is absolutely warranted,
And is basically normal.
Open up, open wide to speak out,
Scream and shout.
This is fundamental
In a true democracy.
It is not funny or freaky,
To die for free speech.
However, it's too early
to die for the expression
Of simple words.
Copyright © January 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I have to leave here to know how good it is
To stay any longer can only jeopardize all reality
A definite one place to be solely missed
This one place to have restored all faith in humanity
However... you need to be in dire to finally be here
You need to be lost and destroyed to know what here means
The very kind of restoration you would believe in fear
Because right here will you only believe it... a dream
You will become friendly in it's inland practice
Well fed and well indulge in all absence of the world
Almost unreal to be unreasonably held captive
Before here... I truly wonder how have I kept myself a whole?
Perhaps you have seen what this place can do
Have you felt what this place can enchant?
There isn't even racism to be judged anew
There is simply only a you with nothing more to want
I can understand its existence regardlessly
Because the world we share in isn't a friendly zone
Exactly why to stay any longer will mean jeopardy
When you know how this world isn't a place to call home
Up or Down?
By Elton Camp
Woman makes a demand
Quite unreasonable to man
Every reason she can see
To lower the seat after a pee
Lest she enters with a dash
And her buttocks go splash
Woman, look before you sit
If not, then don’t have a fit
Be glad no surprise you get
And find the seat all wet!
So please show some gratitude
Quit being unreasonably rude
Palestinians pray everyday,
For the Lord to make a way;
Bombing is done each day,
Their skies are red not grey,
Today is same as yesterday,
During the night and midday,
They're afraid of the pathway,
And also being in any quay,
For it ain't a safe place to stay.
Children are loosing parents daily,
Egyptians are on a prowar proudly,
They're still bombing unreasonably,
And attacking Palestinians heavily,
This has to be stopped immediately,
But someone needs to speak loudly,
Condemn the inhumane act publicly,
Ask leaders to solve issues peacefully,
And live in harmony by being a family.
© Kelmwa
He has reserved nature
of emotions he's expressing.
Girls run around him
and mothers give him blessing.
He's mysterious on cover
but has pages of denial.
He doesn't want a lover
and his faith is still in trial.
He's looking for approval
from his parents, siblings,
which still wait for his removal
but he hasn't got his wings.
They find him losing grip
on reality and life.
Father looks at him like trophy,
"unlike" his trophy wife.
His holding guilt inside
which unreasonably he feels
his tears are long gone dryed
he hopes that life's not real.
He's finally left home, alone,
with no baggage on the side,
he removed his seat belt off
and prepared for his last ride.
In vastness lies a secrecy,
Held tighter by unreasonably
Large matters which our mind
Can't reach and simply falls behind;
Yet, wondering in the place of these,
Set right by those whose bias means
That even as we lose our grip
We've yet to fall apart.
Is:
Greatness - telling a darker tale,
And minds that hear it start to fail,
As forward motion places us
On track to fool the rest, and thus
As longing just to find the key
Will hold the lock for each of these:
You teach us what it means to be
Unfathomably Large.
I just wanna rock with you.
If your down let's find a place to go.
The stars are out.
In an honest world the clouds have no say so.
To deny the vibe you give.
Light, airy.
They'd all run from you.
The clouds that unreasonably linger about.
The arms of your galaxy infinitely stretched.
Kindled in rotation.
The dynamics a simple smile can make.
A sort of religious happening.
Expanding with time.
Let's find a place to go.
Nothing but space
In the cosmos of you.
The hint twinkles.
We spiral in orbit.
Inhaling bright hue.
The analogy of aesthetics.
All together in vibe.
Asteroids appearing at the right time.
Sincerely running towards you.
Another galaxy that mimics the millennium of fantasy.
Alone in the blink of an eye.
Starstruck in the center of the universe.
Her universe.
In the galaxy of her arms,
We clash.
Colliding in bright hue
How do you feel…
... knowing that God sees you groaning in pain
whenever you languish in gloom, and in misery remain
earnestly hoping for His miracle to gain???
Well, you can triumph in Him around His love’s domain!
How do you feel…
… believing that God hears you crying for divine support
whenever you excruciate in downfall’s hurts along shame’s discomfort
sorrowfully begging for His help, your ultimate resort???
Oh, you can praise Him for leading you before His gracious fort!
How do you feel…
… learning that God knows you pleading for urgent care
whenever you beseech for His assured welfare due to discontentment’s scare
desperately longing for His promises in your despair???
Sure, you can thank Him for bringing you to His throne of blessings' share!
How do you feel…
… realizing that God understands you sighing anxiously
whenever you express complaints; murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
unreasonably asking for His answers to your questions bitterly???
Yes, you can worship Him for counsels against folly!
How do you feel…
… acknowledging that God meets you midst grievous frustration
whenever you succumb to sins’ oppression
sincerely craving for His pardon’s restoration???
Smile, you can adore Him for granting pardon toward transformation!
How do you feel…
… considering that God regards you cringing in difficulty
whenever you mourn over calamity and physical infirmity
wholeheartedly yearning for His cheerful certainty???
Breathe, you can honor Him by His upholding stability!
How do you feel…
… trusting that God deals well with you despite your weakness
whenever you struggle to move on after failures and fruitlessness
grievously demanding for His response to earnest neediness...
Now, you can esteem Him through His loving faithfulness*!
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
January 24, 2023
Honorable Mention, "YOUR OPTION AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/27/2023.