Burgeoned Poems

Fulcrum Of A Rose

Line of Inquiry
 - track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul.


People murmured, she’s the rose among the thorns
When they saw me playing with my brothers, not alone
Same line was heard more often around
When I raced with little boys, just to get a crown.

Then, I always sang the prayer song of my mother
Asking God to make me grow and bloom like flower
I felt God’s abundant care as my bud bloomed
Into a rose in my community started from home.

As first child and single rose who’d dawned so early
Petals’ exquisite hue displayed more prominently
As floral leaf burgeoned, sprawled... satiated their eyes
My doubt on fragrance, can they smell or feel me inside?

Then, I sang my own prayer song with fervor in my room
Asking God to help me track, diffuse my fragrance’s fulcrum
After a  while, I felt God’s unceasing light and reply:
My child, my love's generosity with joy's in your soul, shine, emit, fly.

After After

With remnants of mankind’s existence corroding
His lighting extinguished, his concrete eroding
The birds and the beasts have reconquered his space
Those same birds and beasts have forgotten his face

The forests, once dwindled, have burgeoned once more
Oak, elm and ash rupture old asphalt floor
Long vacant dwellings, now caves, dens and lairs
For ground dwelling mammals while bats live upstairs

The rivers all sparkle, their waters so clear
And large rusting pipes discharge nothing to fear
Waves tickle beaches, the breeze is their breath
With no evil lurking at periscope depth

Life springs abundant by land, sea and sky
Unhindered by species who weren’t meant to fly
Trees brightly clad in gold, russet and green
Alas, man cannot see how things could have been

And so all seems well but there’s still need of prayer
There’s horror to come from a long way… up there
This world, free at last, of man’s lethal know how
Could sure use a serving of man’s knowledge now

Unserviced and rusting, the launchers stand bare
No human stands ready; no missile sits there
Mankind had known that the space rock would come
And man would have nuked it… but he’s gone: Ho hum!

The Snowdrop

There was a crowd, I recall, sometime somewhere
close to the edge of spring's fresh green burgeoned heath
and cold winter’s forest dark, I met you there.
A fresh blossom virgin white, lonely, beneath
the canopy of ancient oak, whose cold shade
could not becloud your so captivating shine
made conspicuous amid the purple glade
of bluebells, a snowdrop, singular, divine.

Long Night

He turned off the running water,
soaped his face not glancing at the mirror,
a long night ahead.

He had four shadows
on the four walls of this rental,
not a good sign.

When later he turned the bedside light on,
the glowing silhouette of his head on the pillow
burgeoned, swelling upwards until
it pancaked on the ceiling above.

Still groggy after the hashish
still psychoactive,
he got dressed.

Out walking the dark Luxor streets
he found a coffee shop still open.
The thick sweet brew was served to him,
a lime green dwarf
sporting a banana yellow fez.

Never again he thought,
patting his pockets hoping to find
some curative cancer sticks.

Shadowed Night Grew Cold

I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled
Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled

I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold
Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries untold

Overwhelmed with fear, l fell to somberly weeping
Wisps of silver moonlight crossed the sky, sweeping

It was a pale light in darkness; my hopes were felled
On the edge of oblivion with sullen thoughts, I dwelled

My eyes tormented, I searched for benevolence anew
How I longed to take flight, trading grey skies for blue

In need of faith and courage instead of dismal dread
I yearned for paradise where happiness is daily bread

I longed to soar among shining stars at great height
No longer bemused and alone on such a mawkish night

I wished for wings so I could soar with poetic volition
Without fetters keeping me tied to melancholy perdition


May 15, 2023
Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet

And Lovers Already Gone

Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten 
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned 
Forests depleted
Streams degenerated
Hear the desperate cries
Feelings already aged
Hearts already bruised
Souls already alienated
And lovers already gone
We have nothing left
The singing birds
The meowing cats
Always on our shoulders
And the naughty dogs
Barking sporadically
How presumptuous! How impertinent
The past won't come back
And time leaves us memories
Hidden and huddled under black ice
We talk about tomorrow, about the future
Ah! Good. That's all we can utter
Immediately
We can flee to the hills of Zaire
Like the elephants.

P.S. Translation of ‘Et Des Amours Déjà Partis’ by Hébert Logerie.

Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Heavenly Laurie

Eternally Lovely now,
The Bride of my Dream of Gold.
And rolling down grassy slopes,
Whose smiling heart ne’er grew old.

Eternally Helpful, too
The Braid in my burgeoned beard
That round my loquacity ropes
And sees that I’m rightly reared.

Eternally wise and kind,
The Bread of His Life and strength
The Child of the King of Hopes
The Lifeline of endless length.

She rides through the ethers now
E’er calling forth clouds of snow
The crying child, helps, as he copes
Wherever his troubles may go.

And so, I have finished my tale,
Except the Divinest part
The poor fool who grumps and mopes,
She JOLTS by her Heavenly Art!

Lagos

ISALE EKO  (LAGOS)

A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's  spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates 
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood 
Confuting phantasm 
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds 
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!

Waiting For You

How long to wait? 
How long to stay?

Countless buds blossomed and withered away
Countless leaves fallen- emerald to auburn dry
Trees burgeoned high, kissed the sky
Spring, summer,autumn, winter and spring again
I count- day's bright and dark night again

The beat had halted long ago
Skin turned pale
Eyes dried up
No breath in my chest
But what to do of my damn soul? 
Thought it would fade away
Bit by bit- a little everyday

Thick rust embraced the metal gate
that separated living from sleeping dead
Plastered bricks , shining paint
Everything crumbled and fell
And i waited to die again

But here i'm sitting on my grave
Longing for your sweet voice; your face
Those bright eyes that professed love
And the warm smile that cheered me up

I never cared for flowers or candles
Don't come near ; don't shed a tear
Just slow down your pace
Whenever you walk in front of those gates

Mini Dubai

My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down 
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
a potbellied policeman dances and controls.
Jalopies groan, and modern cars whiz.
A long whistle: an ambulance with the wounded
and a van with the wedding party halt side by side
as the southern and northern hemispheres 
of emotions meet at a single point.

Nostalgic smell of the canal sops in the sizzling tang from a cafeteria.

The splurging women whirl in the hurry wind among the concrete
buildings seething under the tanning rays. The stink of sweat and
the aroma of the Arabian perfumes choke the air in shops, where,
sometimes, the chicanery peeks through the glassed. The 
applications drafted in blood and salt scurry to the offices nearby –
only to get the obsequies in the waste baskets. The sots creep like 
snakes in the yard of Snadra Bar.

A crow sits on an electric post and watches all beneath
with a smile of wisdom

My Knight In Shining Armour

The doors were closed
But he walked straight in
I was deep asleep
In darkness he creeped
He was my saviour
My cheek he kissed
And woke me up from my slumber
Of regrets and conflicts
He walked me out
Of the cold dungeon
And held my hand taut
My fears burgeoned 
I do still fear the darkness
I won't lie
But he's always around
To my wishes he complies
He's scared I'll leave him
I know I might slip away
But I'm sure if darkness consumes me
He will always find a way.

Flowers

Blissfully unaware of the DANGER in the GARDEN
Flowers bloomed, blossomed and burgeoned the big way
But in vicinity of mankind, there is no leeway
Public in Park Picked, Plucked, Pulverizing Plethora of Petals.


18.12.2015



For 4 lines - Poetry Contest by  Silent One

The Silver Tree

There was a silver tree
Which shimmered under a moonlit night,
And eloped coyly whenever the sun wanted to kiss it.
 
Spring was every night
When the sky became murky blue,
The labyrinth of the gaudy leaves,
Would intrigue a palette to purge itself through a painter’s eyes,
A blind one indeed,
Since the hue of the dark
Could not be known better.
 
Once there was blue, green and blood.
And  all the passions of a relentless being,
But through the tentacles of time
Obscurity and Obsequiousness burgeoned,
Rain and snow scraped the rainbow
The branches wrinkled like a serpent slumber.
 
If I had a starry night of my own,
I would sleep under the silver tree,
The stars, peeping through the intricacy,
Imposturous but magnificent,
Would let me see, what nobody else could,
In the quietness, like glittery smiles,
Flowers on my silver tree..

Incredible Situation

You will not believe what I have to say.
What a strange occurrence the other day!
It happened when I was on the freeway.
I rear ended the car in front of me.
That fool stopped for no reason suddenly.
I really let him know I was angry.
The result was quite a fender bender.
That car’s driver was of the male gender.
What came next was an incredible scene:
His arms and chest burgeoned, and he turned green.
He didn’t say anything, he just roared.
My door was ripped as if it were cardboard.
Well, I had to get away from that guy.
If I stuck around, I thought I might die.

Eternal Forces

A plethora of blessings has come to me
in a deviation from the norm.
I have been enlightened with all I see.
A light rain has become a storm.

The words fall like precipitation.
They fill my poetic chalice.
An amount surpassing computation
now flows within my palace.

The words have burgeoned into a universal expanse.
It is a vast territory to explore.
Like a large troupe, they come to dance.
in greater amounts than I had known before.

A passive foray has become an obsession.
It is presently what I live for.
An amassed fortune is in my possession.
May it continually stream for evermore.

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