My country is the beautiful sun
My country is not the hard winter
My country is an often green Eden
Always languid and tropical at dawn.
It’s a country where the crowing of roosters
Revives everybody every morning
It’s a country furnished with filthy slush and rocks
Where nature is a vast and miserable garden.
It's a country full of horrid stories
Where slaves and decent people are revolted
Against greedy settlers and bloody buccaneers
It’s where only macabre memories exist.
In this awful and morose atmosphere
Where I banter all that is negative
I will build positive monuments
I will dream and recite fables.
My country is the moonlight
Which gives hope and strength to fight
Against masked and zombified
Bogeymen. Oh! God, I hold no grudges.
My country is the ever positive imagination
Presently, I don't want to denounce anyone
However, I will silence the chiming bells
Oh! It's sad to see my people on the exodus
Near the evacuative shores.
P.S. Gilles Vigneault, this poem is
For you and our people.
Copyright © January 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
bogeymen, black african american, humanity,
Form: Free verse
We cannot change who we are at our core;
the only option allotted to us
is how we choose to live in the here and now.
We can meld with the darkness under a cloak of lies
or embrace God's light, a beacon of truth!
Light exposes evil,
so it flees into the shadows.
Faith re-energizes and buffs the soul;
till it shines, and others see its light in you.
Morals are a silent introspection of self
but speak volumes about the mind frame
and views of society.
Bogeymen exist in the real world,
where they corrupt hearts and exploit love.
It isn't wrong to want to live in the moment,
or enjoy life outside the box;
but remember, evil is the nemesis of good
and evil begets evil.
The Soul is a spiritual song sung by Time,
which cannot alter its tune;
and thus, it remains in harmony with life and God.
Categories:
bogeymen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Let us stroll down memory lane;
skipping past the hurts locked in time.
Choosing days where life felt sublime;
let's revisit those once again.
Remember when you were a child;
think of the games you played for fun.
And when you hit that first home run,
your team applauded; how you smiled!
Hide-and-seek and Mother May I
were fun games you didn't want to end.
And Bogeymen was all pretend;
every parent told that white lie.
Marbles were treasures you traded
and hoarded like bubble gum cards.
Girls played hopscotch in the schoolyards,
and the boys joined once persuaded.
In the Summer, you'd stay outside
until it got too dark to play.
Christmas was your favorite day,
nothing could compare with Yuletide.
Memories you cannot relive
preserve glimpses of times gone past.
Unique times, your heart has amassed,
enjoying all life had to give.
Categories:
bogeymen, 10th grade, age, beautiful,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Memories
fuel nostalgic dreams
tethered to
family
and innocence; lost to time...
when I was a child.
Bogeymen,
back then, were pretend...
I'd stay out
all summer,
playing till it was too dark
to see anything.
Supper was
served at the table,
mum would cook
a hot meal
and we kids did the dishes...
that was our routine.
Marbles and
bubblegum cards were
like money,
I'd gamble
in games of skill after school...
trying to win more.
I would take
walks into the woods
by myself,
surrounded
by the presence of nature...
in hushed solitude.
Categories:
bogeymen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Shadorma
There's more than golf balls on the moon,
More than stars and stripes,
More than lunar rover tracks,
And two subsatellites.
Four hundred thousand pounds of junk
Contaminate the place.
It's sad to think our happy moon's
A teenaged pimple face.
There's more than golf balls on the moon.
The bogeymen are there,
These aliens who lift us from
Our beds without a care.
They've watched us now for many years,
And wonder how we last
When we make war year after year,
Blast after blinking blast.
There's more than golf balls on the moon,
But, alas, no cheese.
There is no water, gold, or oil,
No profit guarantees.
Just little men from outer space
Who watch us from the dunes.
They think we are barbaric,
But they love our Looney Tunes.
Categories:
bogeymen, humor, moon, space,
Form: Rhyme
More than a pot of gold awaits beyond the rainbow’s end;
Leprechaun’s are of the faerie clan and they play tricks.
The clever little bugger’s are sure, your mind to send;
on fascinating journeys that’ll leave you in a fix!
You may end up with two noses for, poking just one in
their secret world of mystic arts, that you are not to see.
The fact is, they’re the real bogeymen,
do not befriend, those Leprechaun’s, so wee!
I had a friend, into their den, went he.
I hear him screaming to this day, his tiny little shout,
barely taps my ears yet, Leprechaun laughs with glee;
I know my friend’s trapped within and will never get out.
Saint Patrick may have scared away snakes;
his courage never frightened the Fey.
While the snakes may quiver and quake;
the Fey thumbed their noses while snakes slithered away.
Written 3-11-19
For: "Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
bogeymen, celebration, fairy, holiday, image,
Form: Rhyme
Happy Halloween
Ghosts
Ghouls
Goblins
Spirits
Wines
Pumpkins and their spices
Jackolaterns and their flickering candles lights
Scarecrows
Spiders and their webs
Skulls
Bats
Rats
Black Cats
Crows
Skeletons
Undead
Witches their spells and witchcraft
Warlocks their spells and witchcraft
Necromancers dead-talking
Divinations
Ancestors
Rituals
Rites
Vampires
Werewolves
Mummies
Shapeshifters
Gargoyles
Bogeymen
Monsters
Creatures
Creepy Crawlers
Grim Reapers
Devils
Cemeteries
Tombstones
Crosses
pentagrams
pentacles
tricks or treats
truths or dares
haunted houses
haunted hayrides
Netherworlds
Paranormal
Macabre
Weird
Ghastly
Gorey
Creepy
Cute
Nerdy
Sexy
costumes
Food
Harvest
Candy
Festivities
Beautiful Decay of Nature
Full Moons
Thinnest line between our world and the spiritual realm, which allows beings to crossover
Myths
Legends
Superstitions
Songs
Poems
Books
Death Symbolism
Evil symbolism
Cool Weather
Foggy Bogs
Horrors
Terrors
Scares
Screams
Gothic Elements
Samhain and Day of the Dead Origins
Worshippers
Corporatism and
Consumerism both make money off it and ruin it!
Categories:
bogeymen, appreciation, art, autumn, birthday,
Form: Free verse
It's ok to cry
If you feel dead inside
And you have run out of hiding places
That can lift and warm your pride
From the swings and slides
That use to be fairground rides
Way back when you where 10
And you believed in bogeymen
It's lonely on the naughty step
Without someone to tell you
Or protected you
From that what which
Lies beyond the comfort of home
And destiny and fate
The question of whether its to late
Time will tell and only know
As along we go the path and crossroad
We follow in hope
Like soap dangling from a threadbare rope
At best to cope or knot a hangman noose
To stretch around one's neck
And the vultures to peck
The bones and brittle flesh
We laid to rest
In the jailed nest
We created for ourselves
Because we somehow got lost along the way
And could not make it back
Before night fell
Welcome inside the human mind
A life sentence prison hell
On which to dwell
The photo albums of missing youth
Categories:
bogeymen, anger,
Form: Free verse
What do children dream of when they go to sleep at night
and do their hearts beat faster when the world is out of sight
do they dream of Christmas or a birthday yet to come
of happy days or holidays - and playing in the sun
A place where wishes grow on trees and hide among the flowers
where eating sweets makes teeth grow strong and gives you super-powers
a timeless world, where yellow suns beam down from big blue skies
where bedtime never comes around - and no-one ever cries
Or is their sleep a refuge from the terrors of the day
a chilling world where secret fears bring panic and dismay
a twilight world where darkness clings like giant spider-threads
a shadowland where bogeymen hide underneath their beds
As parents we all have a say in where they travel to
when first they close their weary eyes and shut the world from view
don't be afraid to say you love them with all of your might
then you'll know what children dream of when they go to sleep at night
Categories:
bogeymen, children, dream,
Form: Free verse
Hush now, my sweet angel,
you needn't fear the dark.
Let mommy tuck you in
as you dream of the park.
No more silly stories
of being scared at night.
It's merely a bad dream
everything is all right.
There are no bogeymen
what you heard was a rat.
And other strange noises
are probably the cat.
There's just daddy and me
within this house, my love.
And you are as safe here
as in heaven above.
So, no more shrieks and screams,
what will the neighbors think?
And daddy steals a kiss
with a smile and a wink.
You try to avoid him
feeling lost and forsook.
And start to cringe inside
when he gives you that look.
But mommy merely smiles
as she turns off the light.
And you wait for the pain
that comes late at night.
7/29/2015
Categories:
bogeymen, abuse, angst, emotions, feelings,
Form: Quatrain
Let go of the rope my tethered friend
Your holding on to a futile end.
For if you fall what’s the consequence?
But if never tried life won’t make sense.
And if you try and don’t succeed
You just may find its all you need.
See God is in the nothingness
Where pain resides along with bliss.
Its up to us to find the strength
And see what all this life is meant.
So take a fall, get up again
And leave that world of bogeymen.
Categories:
bogeymen, courage, life,
Form: Couplet