Best Viens Poems
Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
And Squirrel and Nightingale in a state of horror.
Flower of one of the most somber and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.
Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the stars and the sparks,
The abandoned branches and the rods floating in the parks.
Copyright 1997 Hebert Logerie
Author of Sparkles of Love recently published by Xlibris.com.
Copyright © October 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
French version
Fleur d'Automne
Fleur jaune, fleur triste, fleur pâle;
Le soleil t'a brûlée et la pluie t'a échaudée;
Fleur mûre, fleur maturée, fleur immaculée;
Malgré tout, tu as gardé ta beauté phénoménale.
Les feuilles à moitié jaunes et à moitié vertes
Essaient de porter tes belles couleurs.
La nature et la faune sont inconsolables et en pleurs,
Les écureuils et les rossignols sont en état d'alerte.
Fleur d'une de la plus sombre et romantique saison,
Laisse-moi admirer ta beauté exceptionnelle
Et savourer encore ta douce et délicieuse salive.
Fleur, je viendrai, ce soir, m'étendre sur ton gazon.
Viens admirer les étoiles, les étincelles,
Les branches et les tiges abandonnées dans la rive.
Copyright © March 2008, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Im under again, It got me once more,
Im to far down this time,
The thoughts in my head, The gun on my bed,
calling me to come closer.
How do I resist it?
Where are my restraints?
ive dealt with to much pain,
I hear it in my brian.
I want to end it now,
But I dont know how.
I trusted you, I fell for you,
Then you go and grab another.
I lowerd my shield, but you didnt yeild,
You went and blew my cover.
I Let you, and tried to begin what would have been heaven,
You didnt care, said "Life's not fair"
And tore my heart to pieces.
Now i sit atop my bed of lonelyness and misery,
Thinking about the sweet relief of death,
Not knowing which way to take, and end this life of pity,
Ive thought it over, made my plans, but know its time to act
should i take a knife and hack my viens again?
Should i take a gun and blow my brains?
Should i hang myself with those leather reigns?
Or should i continue on this endless, pointless, trip we call life?
You be the judge cause i dont care, Ive lived this life of pain and despair,
Tell me what to do and how,
Cause i really need it now
We all need sun, O white pulp
Pineapple and soft light, mango
Me first, then the policeman, then Solène,
We need a long Brazilian nap,
in Bahia or on the fine sand of Copacabana.
The tanned skins are full of secrets,
Vitamins, pulp and sunsets
The tanned skins know our defects,
The erotic dreams, you liked so much,
I pray my Sweet that the time amazes you,
We all need sun, O white pulp
Pineapple and soft light, mango
Lyonnais as Parisians with glasses, need it
Acidulous slowness and charming apricots,
Come on, friend, let’s go to Brazil.
On a tous besoin de soleil, O blanche pulpe
D’ananas et de lumière douce, de mangue
Moi le premier et le gendarme, puis Solène,
On a besoin d’une longue sieste brésilienne,
à Bahia ou sur le sable fin de Copacabana.
Les peaux tannées sont remplies de secrets,
De vitamines, de pulpe et de couchers de soleil
Les peaux tannées connaissent nos défauts,
Les songes érotiques , vous ont tant plu,
Je prie ma Douce que le temps vous étonne,
On a tous besoin de soleil, O blanche pulpe
D’ananas et de lumière douce, de mangue
Les lyonnais comme les parisiennes à lunettes,
De lenteurs acidulées et de charmants abricots,
Viens l’amie, embarquons pour le Brésil.
My Heart is just an organ no memory does it have
The blood it pumps through my viens, is an unhealing salve
I often wonder, what is LOVE; a strange concept to me
Will I ever know of LOVE, as Soupers feel and see
One day I thought, I had found LOVE; but soon that LOVE was gone
Forgotten was the moment, when I thought LOVE broke my Heart
I don't know why I cried, from colourful Sunset 'til early morning Dawn
I can not remember how this LOVE even got its start
It never did return to me, a feeling of LOVE for Eternity
As time went by, as I grew old, of LOVE I had no Memory
Late at night, a nightmare comes, a nightmare named Lenore
The only words this spectre Whispers is,"Now and Evermore"
To be Cont.
Chapter 1;
THE LIGHT THAT COULD NOT BE EXTINGUESHED
They say that demons can be generational, that they can attach themselves to a family for decades with such a stronghold, that the individuals are blissfully ignorant to the forces that are working against them. Ours dug themselves in like an insatiable tick sucking the very marrow out of our family life. And it was just normal to us.
The nurses nicknamed me Rosebud when I was born because I only weighed 2 pounds, and was not expected to live. I was always told that my mother had taken a fall and went into early labor, it wasn’t until 40 years later I would learn the heart wrenching truth that helped set me free.
There are a few fond memories that come to mind during my early years, going to the beach outside of Exeter New Hampshire. I can still clearly see my mom with her bouffant hair do and pokadot bikini. Coal black hair, blue eyes. She was beautiful.
Running through the mossy green creeks of Shickshinny Pennsylvania, chasing frogs. But the most vivid memories are from our journey to the west. My Father was a welder that afforded him the opportunity to venture out west to the Four Corners area of New Mexico when the oilfield was booming in 1978. Dad was born into a wealthy family. The Hickok bloodline, as in Wild Bill Hickok. I can still hear him shouting after several drinks of Importers vodka; YOU GOT HICKOK BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH YOU VIENS, AND DON’T YOU FORGET THAT! But my father was a spoiled brat and he ended up squandering his inheritance, in a drunken stupor. Leaving us kids, nothing but a stiff upper lip. I had 3 brothers and 1 sister.
To be continued...
Last dance of boiled blood
Trhough viens runs on the ground
I would not say I am sad
I curse just all around
Last breath and last regrets
Last glance at heavy clouds
I woud not say I am mad
Just I do not fit it all
Last wish and last revange
Just same I wish you dying
It has one only name
Betray, betray, betray
I was so strong and happy
I was just loving child
But now I am leaving others ,
By my betrayed love
It has one only name
betrayer, be betrayed
I cant live without you, maybe thats why I fell like Im slowly dying inside.
Im numb, while pain is the only thing that pumps through my viens.
I hurt, all I do is miss you, all day, everyday, every waking minute of every hour, all
of me, every part of me, every aching bone in my body.
Look upon her blackness
And be filled with delight
Her blackness
A beacon among the insipid faces
around her
Proudly she walks
Proudly she sways
with unsurpassed conviction
A sensuous black lily
Swaying in the wind
The daughter of Africa
Within her soft belly
Sleeps her children
She wears her blackness like a queen
This daughter of Africa
Taught us to be the captain of
whatever course we choose to plot
Not to let suppressive objectives
derive your path
Not to be rendered subservient,
Docile and therefore subjugated
To mental assassination
To n'oublie jamais d'où tu viens
Because you have to be
Before you can know
What u stand for
This daughter of Africa.
Skiing.
Thats what you do,
Down my viens and
Through my heart.
Your skiing.
Dodging my questions
Colliding with mysery.
You must be.
Are you racing my blood?
Daring my pacience?
Dangerous sport.
Viens à Maman,
let me show you how that shameful thing is done,
you konw, with ink on paper,
for you not to be sorry anymore,
in the morning with croissant Triomphe
and floating island by Abyssinian charms.
Fix your shoe laces, suck your belly
and grab me by the aorta.
Let go of me
over Père Malin´s brothel,
for more than three coins.
Eat it all up!
From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me.
Forgive me I have seen
More than I was supposed to see
I have sin against your name
Father forgive me for I have loved someone
More than I should have loved
She makes me feel like a king
And I treat her like an angel
She led me to sensations that I don’t know
And I took her close to my heart
Please forgive me father
For I have loved her with all my life
Thou my heart beat of air
But it ooz of all her love in my viens
Eventhough i might not see her again
J'ai oublié le jour
Quand tu as volé mon coeur
je suis devenu très froid
la vie je ne crois pas encore
la musique m'a échappé
Je ne ris plus
je n'ai plus de larmes
ni de charme
morte comme la rose noire
J'ai oublié le jour
j'ai oublie mon coeur
je ne connais plus l'amour
rien n'est tout ce qui m'appartient
J'ai oublie ma vie
et tout le reste
comme ça il n'y a pas d'histoire
seulement une larme et le noir
Viens me voir
sous les étoiles
sous la terre
oublie moi
The stupidity of it all.
is how the world has fallen
i can hear the innocence permanentally dieing
why do we still judge by race , religon, sexuality, and social status
when we should stop the human race metting a horrible fateI certainly do not want to die out because of any those reasons.
why are we still killing eachother instead of believing in ourselves and helping one another .
why fight because of what we look like, or what we believe in when we could make a team and fight the real problems that all of us as humans caused.
The air I breath and the blood that flows through viens is the same as yours so I am asking before we mess this world up anymore let us come together and finally fix the problems that actually matter .
I am one person who is asking a big change but who cares if you are Jewish or Athiest , Mexican or White, Gay or Straight.
That is the stupidity of it all fighting because of that when in my opinion if you do not kill, rape , or do crimes against another human or animal and take care of your buisness then who am I to judge.
I do not blame you or me for what this world has come to it was a group effort.
My fellow humans whatever you claim to be I ask you to help me to fix the problems humanity has caused and end the stupidity of it all.
Thy portrait filled the horizon
with tears falling in crimson.
Frailed, blurred and so wasted
the feelings like busted bones.
Surge of idle adoration
hallocinating the numb viens
spreading all over.
Drunk on changing years
i smiled with all fireworks,
then the voice of music
became the song illumated.
Strength poured to this corporeal
by unveiled charcoal eyes,
the jasmine scent, the lasting daffodils,
the soft lips, the fresh breathe,
i became her newest captive;
Too much for life to crawl
and live turning empty tides
to the stars.
The darken untruth a sudden
gives its death scroll.
Traces of smile turn into
flooded evil shrine,
outmost joy became war of time.
Decades sigh fast and as expected;
Flowers found wild and decayed,
Blossoms glew and expelled.
O' charcoal eyes,
thy smile afloats in naked streams
waiting for fresh bond
as if decades a lie;
only thee cure the dread.
The poet's voice now plays
and flute reigns its melody
in devotional fire.
Why
do you
tell
me lies
that you want to be with me
when
you refuse
to
want to touch me
Am
I so
disgusting
that
you gringe
when
you
see bare
shoulders that
peek through sweaters
you used to kiss
them
and
i loved the butterfly kises
you see
imaginary spots
of
leprosy
You tell
me
you want
something deeper
than physical
What is up with that
like
castrated
friends
we have nothing else
I am a woman
you
deny
me
love
WHY
you think
you
are degrading me
or
that
you think of me
as an object
But I am not
you
do not understand me at all
I want
to be the mistress
of the night
and
Yet
you deny me
anything
and even
thinking
this
You think is lustful
well your right
IT IS
but
whats wrong with it
Living life
and loving it
Love is meant for it
Why do you care
so much
what
others think
WHEN
ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT
is having
you deny
me the right
as a woman
you make me feel
so dirty
like
a crack whore
strung out
on the streets
and you stand
there
spouting words
of
conceited pride
You
make
me laugh
for
what you have
done
making me
love you
and want you
and yet
now
nothing out of it
I cry
and I cry
because
I know
that
I have given so much
and
still
what I am is
wrong
but
i finally feel happy
and accept myself
but
you couldnt let me have that could you
no
Ashamed
and upset
you leave me here
when you go off
contemptuous,
laughter
corroding my viens
I wish you
were
able to see my way.
I wish that
What i am
to
you ISNT COMPLETLY wrong
I know that I am a strong
woman
and
that I need no man
BUT
Still for you I cry
and it makes me sick
where is that
voice
hidden in that throat of mine.
WHere is that spirit
I had
in my youthful days
I am stuck in this angry daze.