Do not use that black sharpie on us
too fast.
It’s advisable to commemorate history,
true love.
Moments captured with a camera
can fade.
There’s such clarity in consideration,
please pause.
Let our panoramic view flood your eyes,
look back.
My darling Selene,
Apparently what I feel for you isn't real
My Ma says I’m too young to know what love is
My Pa said it's our hormones that make us kiss everytime we meet.
He said we'll be sick of each other by the time we turn thirteen
I beg to differ though,
In all my life,
I have seen my parents kiss less times than we did last week
When we are wed I will cherish you every single day
And we will never fight or yell like my parents do when they think I'm asleep.
If your Pa allows you,
Meet me by the peach tree on Jameson and Rochfort Street on Monday at noon
We've been going steady for two weeks, I was hoping we'd commemorate that with a kiss.
Yours truly
Rian
We thought
We are ours
Until life said
We aren't ours, are we?
Shall we
Commemorate
Our
Realization
Into
Buddha effect... ?
Today is your birthday my love
A special day the lord has made
To commemorate the birth of someone special
A mother like no other
A wife so matchless
A paragon of beauty so ageless
A soul so resilient and true
A star always rising and determined
I salute you today my priceless jewel
Continue to be yourself and nobody else
I wish you the best life can offer
Happy birthday my one and only
Celebrate with grace!
And God will bless you with many more years on this planet
Happy Birthday!
Long life
the quest goes on
never known, never found
yet the search is perennial
lifelong.
naive
or gullible
always craving, yearning
the unattainable, for what’s
not his
is this
the only life
or another life waits
hell, heaven or resurrection
god knows
the end
if predestined
why do we stress and strain
why not be merry and content
and die
Relish
your given time
celebrate, acknowledge
salute and commemorate with
Gusto!
~Contest: Traditional Cinquain
~Sponsor: Sotto Poet
~Theme: 4) Complication of Life.
SHIFTING DREAMS -:-
clear
definite
ideas
intermingle
commemorate
with OPEN-MINDNESS
light
amenable
charm
absorbing
pleasures
so TENDER&SUBLIME
embodiments
pairing
phenomena
antithethically
acknowledged
The history of Black or African People,
And all of our People should be celebrated
Year-round: every hour, day, week, month, and decade.
The celebration must go on unabated,
All the time. The first couple,
Ever existed, had dark or ebony skin, said
Many credible historians,
Archeologists and great citizens.
The month of February is evidently too short.
Twenty-eight days are not enough,
To commemorate our Brave People, who've fought
And defeated ignorance, bigotry and slavery.
Three hundred and sixty-five days are not enough,
To honor the struggle of the Slaves who were brought
To different parts of the world. A century
Is not enough. Many centuries are not enough.
We need, every day and month of the almanac,
To celebrate, to remember the first Black
Couple, our ebony Ancestors,
Our Black Brothers and Sisters.
Copyright© January 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
obscure
& figuratively
eccentric
polished
smooth
yet
a
stullified
distraction
grasping
the
transcendant
with
clarity
culicules
of
irony
textured
to
resemble
space
& light
enunciating
the
simple
intense
in
essence
an
unchanging
creative
focus
shadow
the
theatrical
possibilities
hollow. out
integrated
visions
to
commemorate
& mimic
the
emphatic
A bugler stands silent and alone
Deep within the garden of stone
And as the first three notes sound
Echoing across this sacred ground
Resounding in the mourners’ ears
Stir each soul and summon tears
The bugler plays soft and slow
Twenty-four notes we all know
That in our souls resonate
They honor and commemorate
The Veteran we lay to rest
By whose service we were blest
With peace, safety, liberty
These things do not come free
So play bugler, sound the horn
Notes so soft yet so forlorn
Carried on the breeze aloft
Till lost in the evening soft
Till lost in the setting sun
A Veteran’s duty finally done
Cosmos echoes,
Stitching its secrets into the hem of abyss,
With the echoes' cry and
our pride touching the firmaments
Lancing the veil,
We heard the secrets,
The echo's confession
What dare it sung?
A declaration?
Stars blasting the triumph of pride
We now have
The conqueror of skies
The one who is our greatest pride,
He, who shall sail the cosmos
On the quest of axiom
Taming the tempest on dragon's back
To rule the dark and step into the untold
To unveil the veil
And build an era to behold
Spring Ritual
Stark
naked
feminists
join hands and dance
exuberantly
on a verdant hilltop
leaping round about in step
beneath an enlightened blue sky
to commemorate Spring’s arrival
and the emancipation of women.
2025.03.06 @ 06:06:06
Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished.
One to keep and one to give.
A cute building appeared underneath this poem.
Inside, along the L shaped benches,
He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet,
And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs.
His second home was embroidered
On a simple white material,
The red galvanized walls on top,
Housing the Child Care Centre.
The glass windows framed with silver metal,
Located on the ground floor,
In front and on the side of the building,
The wear and tear black wooden columns,
Side by side unevenly standing in silence,
Covering most of the building glass surfaces.
On the right hand side,
A long and wide concrete foot path,
Leading to the front entrance,
Before joining the back garden.
Once inside, there are many facilities,
And well equipped amenities.
So many fond memories, engraved in my heart,
Written on my phone and also stored in my USB.
I now put these down to embroidery
To commemorate once my favorite library,
It ended since the day it went like this .........
Let no war death that wears a shroud,
And memorialized, do us proud.
Loud salutes distract us,
Nor pomp make undue fuss,
In vain are young heads rolled
For the ambitious old,
Silver streaks, stripes or not, dark goes death cloud.
___________________________
Happenings |16.12.2024|war, death, youth, old
Poet’s note: Wars are raging on many fronts in the world today. The ambitious old and the powerful plot these fights and young men pay the price with death. We must remember this before we commemorate fallen soldiers who are felicitated with medals in the spirit of Memento Mori in a matter-of-fact manner.
This piece, dear readers, is to commemorate yet another milestone in my life...my ##th birthday...
Have you ever made a lantern out of fireflies,
Or skipped a smooth flat stone across a pond?
Have you ever used your tongue to catch a snowflake,
Or heard the gentle laughter of the rain?
Have you ever listened to a baby's heartbeat,
Or made a wish upon a shooting star?
Have you ever shared a secret with a daisy,
Or built romantic castles in the air?
Have you ever climbed a dune to watch a sunset
Then stayed to catch a moonbeam in your hand?
Have you ever searched for gold beneath a rainbow,
Or built a battle fortress in the sand?
Have you ever fashioned mountains out of molehills,
Or found a precious diamond in the rough?
Have you ever turned a thought into a brainstorm,
Or wondered just when is enough enough?
Have you ever felt love tugging at your heartstrings
Then watched it turn away and pass you by?
Have you ever had a loved one make your heart break
Or made someone you cared for laugh or cry?
Most everyone's done some of these,
And some have, most likely, done them all.
I may try to squeeze in another few
Before my final curtain call.
I no longer know where to find me
I wish you didn't leave me here to rot
No matter how much rubble I force myself to pull up
It has sunken too deep, shattered too fine
The shards you once called my heart
Put me up in a museum, call it fine art
Modern day galleries, full of nonsensical ideologies
Kind of ironic your favorite field was anthropologies
All you had to say was you couldn't help me
There's so much fine detail within you I'd love to abirritate
Today is a day of loss, every moment a minute to commemorate
I take the people closest to me to those spots we only knew
The memories I create with them will never surpass the ones with you
But day by day it's like my mind flips in estrange
Moments I shared with you are plastered with their interchange
Sertraline, Fluoxetine, Fluvoxamine
Shame it never compared to your dopamine
Never had to worry about your bioavailability
The only cause for concern was how much I craved it from you
I wish you never left me here to rot
Please, I'm begging come to my door and don't stop braying
Awaken me from my nightmares, you don't realize how quick I'm decaying
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