Best Unwonted Poems
When you experience great joy
Or under sorrow’s unwonted burden
Or feeling stress/duress…
You still would have an obligation
To keep your station…
Above means that you need to watch
(Three things to keep under control)
Your weight, your mind and your big mouth.
Categories:
unwonted, allegory, angst, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Concrete
Musee d’Orsay grasps the hands of time.
The clock crowns; its gears move around.
Gallery-goers lookout and grin
from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre;
the clock crowns; its gears move around.
Each eye’s drawn from inside scenes
to the site of Sacré-Cœur without
then back again to the Degas.
Gallery goer’s lookout and grin
locked on the Place de la Concorde,
as the hand moves past a boat
on the still Seine, and the traffic
from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre.
Time passes; patron’s heads spin unwonted,
as the hands of the clockwork pass,
Monet’s lilies await—is there time?
*The Retourne a French form from the middle ages.
Published in Page & Spine 2015
Categories:
unwonted, art, travel,
Form:
Verse
just moments ago, a dawning realization
arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
and octogenarian widower father,
oh..no nothing cat
tuss strophic, boot merely the revelation,
how fist bumping dee clocks hour hand ahead
remembered by dat
dog gone refrain spring ahead, and fall back,
this unemployed chap doth down play eclat
attests that his quotidian schedule minimally effected
holed up here in Highland Manor named flat
roomy enough for thyself, the Missus,
and buzzfeed ding fruit flies
each approximately the size of a gnat
a minor nuisance, though tolerable
within this appealing habitat
where minor inconvenience experienced
by this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident
cuz as a recipient of social security disability
(social anxiety) this psyche didst get rent
which fixed (unearned) income budgeted
and predominantly costs of living money spent
hence no need to arise bright tailed and bushy eyed,
a freedom akin to folks camped out in a tent,
which exemption immunizes
this doodle ling middle aged
muddle brained chap subject ranting
early morning drivers,
who angrily, frenetically,
and splenetically rant and vent
thus, the tendency, piquancy, and lunacy
to twitter (for the Yardbirds),
and keep company with night owls, who went
a hooting for all the world wide web
to hear, whence dawgs Bach
the exact number of hours, yer oblivious
to the tight rigorous mortised schedule
manned by Mister Clock,
essentially foisting on Bread Winners,
an abstract artificial construct spurring
madcap commuters to scurry in the rat race,
lest tardiness could cost
more than paycheck
(to ap pier with permanent dock
hue ment aye shun),
an unwonted blot add hoc
king worry about getting canned -
i.e. on permanent furlough,
perhaps forced into a life of crime,
yet if caught...
wasting away in a jail cell
as warden turns the lock
one redeeming factor,
would offer opportunity to mock
management, and more pertinently
mandate to rock
and roll to the incessant muted,
yet devastatingly loud tick tock.
Categories:
unwonted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Unwanted laughter spills out in unexpected times.
Unmatched destinies cross paths once in a while.
Unwonted qualities introduce themselves as mimes.
Unceasing affections refuse to travel anymore miles.
Flip the unforeseen anxieties inside out.
Strip the reserved tenderness from curbs.
Dip the concentrated senses into a drought.
Grip the unyielding fervor until it burps.
Categories:
unwonted, cute love, destiny, feelings,
Form:
Lento
I remember fitfully,
Those verdant fields their
Yellow brushed cotton tips,
Gyrating, swirled to beauty,
sighing, undulating minute blades
infintesable allure wafted
on those white wattle nights,
even drained of sustenance
it still motioned to flower
as I am drawn to nigh.
Jaundiced paddocks replace
the suppleness of earth, where,
once green strands laid
like laurels on the dawn
Rich red particles of death
now pepper the ether,
unwonted limbs litter lanes
original ground now fallow
Trans morphed unholy Gaia
sits cackling next to Azimuth,
sons of the fathers, follow
the false prophets online
As their hands are filled
with knowledge of the world,
their heads are lackluster
gazing today after tomorrow
Good intentions are twisted
in a government mainframe,
planet earth screams succour
and only God is left to hear
but I'll ever remember,
viridescent pastures
millions of miles long,
breathlessly beautiful
before the tech triumph
life's last gasp of gorgeous
Categories:
unwonted, beauty, death, earth, life,
Form:
Free verse
Through lands mistral-blown or rife with men’s fights,
To seas swollen with sirens and storm clouds,
I’ve strayed, a glutton for unwonted sights,
And a vagrant soul by wanderlust roused.
Sadhus and satyrs have peopled my nights,
All of life’s hope and savagery I’ve browsed.
But now my feet are too calloused to roam,
Ready, at last, to take the long road home.
Categories:
unwonted, adventure, home, humanity, journey,
Form:
Ottava rima
I swear Sir!
Enough of that!
Your unwanted fervor
Driving me mad, insane;
Your empty ambitions,
Vapid stories,
No manners;
To make it short –
Go to Hell and stay awhile
Or may be longer…
I swear, Sir!
Categories:
unwonted, anger, conflict, for him,
Form:
Concrete
Slowly dripping down the steamy panes
To the warm floor, where the gasps
And the moist rest into numbness,
On a rainy nameless afternoon.
The sax fawning over the thin ankles
As they daintily savor the dark.
And the piano chords tickling
The brazen cheeks of drowsiness.
And then you pull out from the touch
For a smoke that fills the room with attire
All words are silent and all trees are free,
Unwonted by any cunning tongue or alphabet of God
And I keep looking this story in its fiery eyes
Waiting for its breath to ground and humble me.
Categories:
unwonted, love,
Form:
Free verse
We all saw it
We all heard it
We all read it
And smelled it.
Meanwhile Deedeepee is rotting in jail
For probably having committed a similar crime
Some do the crime and others don’t do the time
Similarly, some go to Heaven and others go to Hell.
The world smelled it
The world read it
The world heard it
And we saw it.
Some people are above the law
Some people are found to have no fault
Somewhere, God needs to tight the bolt
So all can hear the unwonted song of the crow.
No jail time, no fine and no probation
However, we all felt the humiliation
For God’s sake, an Honorable Christian like Jimmy
Would have never been in such a gnarly quandary.
We all smelled it
We all read it
We all heard it
And the world saw it.
No further explanation
We wonder if justice was done
No further condemnation
History is always fair, just and fun.
The world heart it
The world read it
The world saw it
And we smelled it.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
unwonted, america, bible, christian, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Death of mother hallowed out silence
more painful then buzzing power tool,
aye never again saw,
nor heard industriousness jollity eviced,
contrasted when mourning did rule
wrought immediate cessation
from his strong lance throwing arms,
where artisanal magic did un spool
and ample tears streamed down raw cheeks
enough to fill a pool
uncertain if sparring with depression sprung
via loss of a Coney Island jewel
whose poverty she claimed (shamefully)
most meals comprising thin gruel
rescuing a damsel in distress thence deceased didst fuel
unwonted burded, and forced him to spar
with fear he might lose the duel
left alone in a old mansion
with only fond fading memories utmost cruel.
Categories:
unwonted, dad, dance, death, deep,
Form:
Ballade
Only I’ll embrace you,
Only I’ll show you the secrets,
The secrets of love…
It did put conditions that I could sense
I felt unwonted
Do you remember?
When spring asked me!
Little amount of curiousness I also had
It wasn’t a reverie or dream
All it was live with love
There I really spoke to spring
It reminded me,
Of when I exposed my feelings,
Of the moments with my love,
Of the breezes,
Which helped me to put forth my emotions
Something helped me in doing so,
Finally I realised,
With utmost urge to meet the subject…
What are those conditions?
I asked,
To care for my esthetics
To love my components
To love my nature I come with
It replied,
What it replied!
I actually do not replicate so,
As I’m always busy in making it to extinction
By smoke along with its aides…
And I do not feel ashamed
For being the one of alienating and killing it,
And I’m the one
Of killing the cure of humans!!
But still,
I’m without introspection…
Categories:
unwonted, introspection, love, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
at nightfall flamboyant
nomad fortune tellers
midst their migration
in colours and flair
romani gypsies gather
outside their caravan
around a bonfire ablaze
they’d play their fiddles
guitars and cimbalom
singing in unwonted dialects
dancing under moonlight
beneath a dome of stars
in legendary brazen flurry
freedom tossed to the wind
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on January 25, 2019
Categories:
unwonted, color, dance, joy, life,
Form:
Free verse
The blunt is fiercely burning,
And the ashes are dropping on the ash tray,
Eyes, back and front with high expectation,
With a face singularly acute and intelligent,
Still looking at the mirror.
Average frame, bloodshot eyes,
High chin, dark lips,
Scares of stabbed and bullet wounds,
On the chest and back,
Still looking at the mirror.
A figure full of decision and dignity,
A firm and balanced manhood,
Stern look, a living man in a grave man’s mood,
A light of unwonted pleasure and need in the thought,
Still looking at the mirror.
Tight fist, ready to punch hard till walls are broken,
Ready to bear a stifling sensation of pain and suspense,
A thousand evanescent memories of happy days flashing,
And again, holding back,
Still looking at the mirror.
A total impression ineffable and indescribable,
Overwhelming like a tragic futility,
A defined tumult of vehement feeling.
Suddenly, a tumultuous rush of sensations attacked,
Held the man in the room decorated with mirror.
There he stood for an unknown time,
Staring unseeingly at the mirror glasses around him,
Hoping to see the best of himself,
But saw a soul scourged and smitten
With a twinge of embarrassment,
Like a detached segment of life.
I’m the man in a room decorated with mirror.
Categories:
unwonted, imagery, life, mirror, pain,
Form:
Free verse
It's Hell twenty-third century, they con Troll,
got shot in the brain nothing vital,
though my mind's at a loss an absence, helloo,
I am but a guess in my own house,
it sense I do naught exist for breath wit hold,
me, the unwonted in touchy halls,
a stairway estranged to each step of my soul,
scared lost balance give aweigh myself,
the battery--can't take it, no spark left, woe
I was beside myself, I can't move,
phone, I called, no answer, where is it ... nooo,
finally, I'm out -- there's no ESCAPE!
trachea's gorged too much oxygen, can't breathe, ohhh!
Categories:
unwonted, funny, giggle, humorous, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm in a cruel and mysterious world,
Where pains and affliction are served cold,
In the farthest edge of the nights,
Leaving fathomless depths of suffering to tear me apart.
As if smitten by a sudden spasm,
I'm awaiting my summons to the eternal silence.
Fettered by poverty and toil,
The frosty thraldom of winter is all over me.
My hurrying thoughts clamore for utterances,
As my whole frame seemed collapsed and shrinking.
In this breathless chase of life and survival,
Nature seemed to revel in unwonted contrasts.
Palpitating with numbness and wounded sensibility,
I'm wrapped in a veil of lassitude,
Again, stamped with unutterable and solemn woe,
But the paraphernalia of power and prosperity won't die in me.
Categories:
unwonted, power,
Form:
Free verse