Categories:
dehydrated, poetry,
Form: Alliteration
Dehydrated
little
spittle
Categories:
dehydrated, body, humor,
Form: Footle
torrents of tears flowed
when he saw a sea dragon
beached dehydrated
for he knows that it like him
could only shed tears on land
the tears were salty
welling from bag of sea brine
in the ocean's blood
he harbored in his body
as fluid to bathe his cells
he needed to cry
but till now tears would not spill
weeping on ebb tide
to wash moribund eyes clean
and inhale with a fresh breath
he fights the current
gripping on to refusals
yet the water wins
the dragon prowls in the foam
its searing breath flares fear
one tear another
fell soft on scalded shadow
fell on dragon's eyes
sending the sand grit flying
washing the stall clean of grime
fear sinks in the tide
form of the trial changes
relief opens gate
as ocean consumes his past
dragon wings have unfolded
tears were the pivot
to beat the challenge
breaking resistance
setting sails on favored wind
on the course past the dragon
Categories:
dehydrated, angst, anxiety, courage, forgiveness,
Form: Tanka
I filed a thirty page legal bill of complaint
about some things that aren't right. They certainly ain't.
I bought dehydrated water for a buck thirty-five -
how could a gentleman think to contrive
to sell me this product...without any instruction
(resulting in my home's near total destruction).
When I used too much water, it created a flood.
It flowed out of my house and turned into mud!
Categories:
dehydrated, silly, water,
Form: Rhyme
As we journey through the many, of ife's different phases;
Not yet knowing what one day will be,
Just one of our life's worn and ragged pages...
Never quite realizing through the smiles and times of fun,
Like a toy top on Christmas, constantly being spun,
There'd come a moment in time where we finally have to say
, I'm done....
As once what we saw seemed barely even hills
As we sped through and over every turn and every bend
Have now become mountains forced are we to climb
As we Carry all the wreckage that we just couldn't mend...
Exhausted, dehydrated as now we succumb
To a journey travelled so quickly, that most was unseen
and our minds are just numb..
As the constant rewind of slow motion reels
Reminds us of just exactly, all of where we've been...
Categories:
dehydrated, 1st grade, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.
Categories:
dehydrated, autumn, life, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
When handsome and shouting cowboys flirt
with gorgeous gals galloping on wild horses,
they won't catch up despite their manliness:
women know what they are after and resist.
The mid-August sun is scorching, and dust rises
amid rust canyons, making trails of their escape;
youth is precious to them, and these girls seek romance,
not marriage to bear many children and feed their mouths.
We see romance blossoming between two roses,
expressing anxiety and their longing for kisses;
and the only time they cry is when brief showers
from the South pelt on their gleaming petals.
When small brooks gargle down steep, rough boulders,
the dehydrated hunters take a break while cicadas creep;
and doing so they lose their catch and indulge in daydreams:
soothing shade is tempting, they lower their hats and fall asleep.
There are no snowfalls in arid deserts, and that infuriated explorers
seeking gold to be carved out of the Colorado and Arizona hills;
young ladies sought romance, not marriage, which demanded trust,
and whenever tough times came, they weren't willing to pay the cost.
Categories:
dehydrated, adventure, america, endurance, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
What was I made for?
I was made to be God's poet
Every day
Writing some poetry
With my poems
I hope to send
A message to the world
That is in trouble
I hope the God's people
Gets my message
That I am trying
So hard
To send to them
I seem so many poverty
In the streets of Toronto
The poor people
During the Summer
Sleeps in the street
Of Toronto
Also they are always starving
Because nobody else
Feeds than
Besides me and God
We can't afford to let the
Poor starve
So we feed the poor every
Single day
Also we give them a drink
With their meal
Because they are dehydrated
When the Summer is over
We will bring the poor
To the shelters for
The Fall and Winter
Because we can't afford
To let the poor die
Of frostbite
In that cold weather
That would not be
A good thing
Categories:
dehydrated, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
I’m not whom
You may think
I am
But am the who
That I am
And the coming
To being more
As the belly
Of my soul
Craves
In hunger
For divine
Wisdom
And guidance
Poured from
God’s overflowing
Cistern spilling
Out onto
The dry sponge
Of my soul
Awaiting hydration
Of awareness
And inspiration
To be likewise
Squeezed out
Onto other
Dehydrated sponges
Of spiritual souls
Needing
Flowing prose
And wetting rhymes
Saturating healing grace
During all needed times:
Grief and despair
We’re not to harbor
For to do so
Is to jam-jar horror
Always remember
On the way
We go
Spiritually bound sailors
Sailing waves
To the shores of life
Frothing away failed
Behaviors
So in keloid memory
Of this little prose
Flowing rhyme
From me
In every moment of
A trying time
Keep this little flow
In mind
And enjoy from
The Cistern above
Healing peace and love:-
Categories:
dehydrated, allegory, encouraging, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Be not like fall leaves,
Dehydrated and in dry dirt;
Be as frothing waves…
Categories:
dehydrated, allegory,
Form: Haiku
Drained of opaque innocence
Perfected by your toxicity,
I was laid bare beneath the narcissistic sun,
Searing deep within dehydrated pupils,
Stripping my soul of all humanity,
until your sinister tongue was all I could hear.
Your empty promises clothed these bones;
running was no longer an option,
as hiding became nearly impossible within your shadows.
Voices, eating through my cerebral cortex,
tainted even the demons that resided within my mind.
Minuscule reminders of my life before became particles of dust,
floating through suffocating air,
choking the little oxygen you let me breathe,
until the poison became too much to take.
Falling to my knees, vomiting your vile lies,
my life flashed like motion pictures before my eyes.
A choice was given:
either purge—rip the cursed, stinging nettle from my veins,
or die under your cruelty.
I will not rot for an insignificant monster;
a cleansing is long overdue.
Categories:
dehydrated, dark, gothic, imagery, night,
Form: Free verse
What was I made for?
I was made to be God's poet
Every day
Writing some poetry
With my poems
I hope to send
I message to the world
That is in trouble
I hope the God's people
Gets my message
That I am trying so hard
To send to them
I seem so many poverty in
The streets of Toronto
The poor people
During the summer
Sleeps in the street of Toronto
Also they are always starving
Because nobody else feeds than
Besides me and God
We can't afford to let the poor starve
So we feed the poor every single
Also we give them a drink with their meal
Because they are dehydrated
When the summer is over
We will bring the poor to
The shelters for the
Fall and Winter
Because we can't afford
To let the poor die of frostbite
In that cold weather
That would not be a good thing
Categories:
dehydrated, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
21/2cups of flour( self rising)
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 whole eggs+ 1 yolk
2 Tablespoons of lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of Gin
1/2 Teaspoon of lemon zest
1 cup of bread crumbs
1 &1/2 cup of buttermilk
1 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoon of dried chives
1 Teaspoon of salt
1 Table spoon of dehydrated onion
1 Tablespoon of garlic powder
1 Tablespoon of Paresean Cheese
3 cups of shucked Manoes
6 cups of oil for deep frying
mix all ingredeints
minus the clams
create a batter
add more or less to
create a sticky consistant batter
smooth
dip Manoes in the batte
and deep fry until golden brown
serve from a bed of watercrest
small cunks of deseed watermelon
crumbled feta
and fried onions with crumbled bacon
lettuce, fried green tomatos
and a vinagerette
serve with tartar sauce
Enjoy!
Categories:
dehydrated, analogy, beautiful, creation, culture,
Form: Ballade
Bad news is swallowed
With a grain of sour salt
Good news is absorbed
With a chalice of sweet honey.
We’re exhausted and disappointed
We’re out of words and stamina
Hope is put in parenthesis for now
And we feel that the future is very far.
Bad news is goggled and spat out
Our saliva is dehydrated and dry
Yet, like old soldiers, no sacrifice
Is too great to face the future.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Categories:
dehydrated, america, anxiety, betrayal, break
Form: Free verse
The beauty of the evening,
The blushing horizon in the west
I adore much the taste
Of sugary sweets blended
In the black coffee
In the mug of beautiful evening
Moistens my thirsty throat,
To alleviate an exhaustion
After my daily affairs.
The glow of appealing eve
Freezes to the stark darkness.
Thin cover of Black Satin
Sets nightly all over my body.
The cool and soft warmth
Of my subconscious body
Spins the deep slumber.
My whole body are then senseless:
By the immeasurable beauty
Of my beloved.
Warming me up at a snail's pace
Plunges to an iridescent dreams.
After having dinner,
Nice reflection of the glowing eve
Switches into gloomy night
I clean my hand and mouth
And feel me cozy by the leftover
At the edge of my dinner plate
Midnight snacks sparkle
Like diamond inside the coal.
The midnight snacks
A few pieces of food desecrates
As the complexity of my life
Tastes saline as the ocean water do,
Comes out frequently
Of my dehydrated throat
Something more pleasant savors.. .
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Categories:
dehydrated, allegory, art, beauty, creation,
Form: Free verse
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