The rest of us
could never compete
Roosters strut
sadly behind
with unnoticed
orange hackles
Pheasants scratch
at the dirt
He ruins rainbows
with feathered ego
and metallic iridescence
We all guffaw
because we don’t know
what to do
Turquoise plumage
always wins
A Bird-of-Paradise displays
and dances into naïve heart.
Its plumage dazzles, bright arrays—
a Bird-of-Paradise displays.
The spell seduces, now betrays;
desire and danger play their part.
A Bird-of-Paradise displays
and dances into naïve heart.
Water is the offspring of space and time
and when it flows seeks to trace the area
of its parents courtship which resulted in
their fiery union producing seeds of nature
to provide for their nourishment and growth,
in the soil of this earth with its fertile clime.
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A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.
Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.
Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All while rivals raise their voice.
Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance,
Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance,
Peahens’ basics caught in a stance.
Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry,
Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree,
Richly captivating...lines of love,
Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.
weaver birds grass nest
over a thousand green strips
lures in female
he works long hours
hopes to snatch a lovely mate
she chooses her home
I met her at a place I dine
along a lonesome road
I tried to think of a pick-up line
I went into clever mode.
But they've taken all the pick-up lines
I didn't want to offend a date
Should I buy her, her choice of wines?
I spent ten minutes in that debate.
Then I asked her if her name was Google, because she was what I was searching for
She said, "I heard that one, it makes me snore."
I said, "how was heaven when you left it?" she said "they've tried that one too:
Why don't you get lost and leave me to my brew."
I could not give up, her beauty gave me a thrill
I tried a different tack, showed a thousand-dollar bill
I said, "how can I plan our wedding if I don't even have your number?"
Her eyes flashed; she picked up a piece of lumber.
the bartender saw me plead
He came forward to intercede
She said "he's hitting on me, but lumber can hit too:
And as for this bar, I could sue."
So I left her in the bar
I felt so sad and old
With the wrong line you can't get far
I guess I had to fold
So I married Mary Lou instead
Though she watches reruns of "Daffy Duck."
Better to take what you can get
it's not always smart to push your luck.
When a bee flies around the flowery garden;
When zephyr from the sea breezes over;
And when sunbeams slowly rising;
Oh I sense that love is coming.
When tiger and lioness yearningly play in the woodland;
When caged love birds so sweetly sing together;
And when from Asotea I see your mystic smile;
Gee! I feel love is getting nearer.
When from above God stared at His Adam;
And look upon his need of companion;
‘Till He let him sleep and break his rib;
Then yes! I surely believe that love is here;
For out of it He created Eve.
Iridescent Birds-of-Paradise
do their extravagant mating dance.
Wondrous spectacle before my eyes
as they pirouette and prance.
Finding myself in tune
With steps in the wind blowing
My dance then to construct
And in love a face a glowing
Nymphs spellbinding in the heart
A maiden with the music they sing
I see those trees - the hues of desire
The God's look in awe dancing with wing
Blue - the beauteous blue skies
The muse with glee and opportunity
Blue skies, beauteous again a beauteous
Hue
The dance beneath the rays in unity
Courtship with the midnight waltz
Thy feet of each step pleasingly flowing
The dance is still to construct
And in love my face a glowing.
Courtship and Commitment
I Saw
I am interested
I presented myself
Responded in kind
We agreed, merged thoughts
The ingredience was there
Exploration
Satisfaction with two
The families were happy
Procedures and follow-through
Happy times, then exploration
A teaspoon of sugar
Added to the mix
Satisfaction and commitment
There should not have been
A Mist
Before, love letter
Now, through chat box or texting
So high tech courtship.
An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover
I will firstly frankly forwardly forthrightly fastidiously befriend you.
Then I will completely correctly courteously candidly chastely court you.
Then whencesoever I have wonderfully wackily warmly wooingly won wed you,
I’ll be free to laughingly longingly lustily lecherously lasciviously licentiously lengthily ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly
Gladly gently graciously gratefully gallantly grandly greatly love you forever.
Woman, I want to court you, my dear
Listen to my words and to my speeches
I want to love you dearly and deeply
Like no one has never dreamed of.
Woman, I want to give you my love
I want to forget my being and soul
To please you
Woman, I want to court you
I want to love, and admire your beauty.
I hope that you'll see that I'm sincere
Woman, I'll do everything, yes everything
To please you
You are as gorgeous as the flowers of spring.
Read my notes, my poems and my speeches
My angel, I want to offer, to give you my love
My flesh, my heart, my heaven and my soul.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
This is a translation of the poem Je Te Fais La Cour by Hebert Logerie
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Two flitting butterflies rising from the ground
Up, up they go, twisting round and round
Obviously he loves her, his courtship is his dance
Two little butterflies on a carousel of romance
I'll dance around you Bluebird
I can do that too
Perhaps I would look foolish
But love compels me to
I'd do all sorts of crazy things
To get to see your smile
Though you might shake your head at me
And wonder all the while,
"Is he for real? I never knew
He had this side to him
He's thorough and methodical
But also does things on a whim"
And I'd say back, "How right you are,
You just wait and see
If someday ever happens
You won't be bored with me"
I watched a sparrow on the ground
With an insistent tweet.
Another bird flew over,
Bringing her a bite to eat.
This ritual repeated,
With some crumbs from beak to beak.
I Googled this behavior and
I learned I’d had a peek
At a fine display of courtship,
Not so different from our own.
Without the wine and tablecloths,
A seed had still been sown.
I guess it’s universal -
When it comes to pitching woo,
The sharing of a meal is what
Most couples tend to do.
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