Chasing the unforgiving cruise of fleeting years,
I dash at lightning speed hoping to apprehend
Slowing impediments and crippling fears;
Fettering setbacks that arcs of successes bend.
And I know not if I’ll at last prevail
Or shall to failure’s claws succumb;
But whether I will excel or dismally fail
I’ll keep trying till all toil’s rewards come.
Chasing the unforgiving cruise of fleeting years,
I dash at lightning speed hoping to apprehend
Slowing impediments and crippling fears;
Fettering setbacks that arcs of successes bend.
And I know not if I’ll at last prevail
Or shall to failure’s claws succumb;
But whether I will excel or dismally fail
I’ll keep trying till all toil’s rewards come.
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
Emotional vacuity thrives in the thicket
where the trees of life stand dismally upright,
seeking the hollow heaven they cannot reach,
but branches suture the intricate web of living.
Roots sink into the essence of time,
holding the formless epitome of every soul,
defined unperceived by the dissolved self,
lost in the silence of the fervent foliage.
That’s where you’ve gone
with the spirited sentience of existence.
Dismally dashing, clashing cankering, sunken ravines
Braved the batterings of the black, heaving sea
Seized upon the cyclical stream ‘lined ‘long the wind
Yonder b’yond the decrepit hail,
Nailing mine knees upon this hill.
I sang by a bygone cheer, a childish chortle
Honed where, and whence
Mine woes wade with homeward hopes.
Now, where one dare awoke,
a-top such the slope
To sing a song that shall beat at the bulkheads,
of the boats borne below
A sonnet sung to arise with the seeds of the soil
Arise as a rose
Manned with the majesty, the masculinity,
Of the man within me.
So to see the afflicting affections,
Of the sanctity without me.
So to see and reel in the eel,
Of un-static enthusiasm.
So to know, mine might may deem me,
Not the man within me,
A dastardly indelicate dame.
11//5//2026
parched buds
in
shriveled sapling
dismally desolate
bloom dreams
of
desiccated dunes
where
aureate sun
masks mirage
chased elusively
by
scorched life
to
opalescent oasis
but
ending up
in
staking recess
of
capricious illusion
where
dreams demolish
in
deranged debris
of
castle of cards
collapsing confounded
in
desert sands
of
destiny adrift
rootless vagabond
wanders in wasteland
of
wrecked aspiration
mentally morphs
subtly shapeshifts
to
clandestinely contour
a lone player
of
puppet recital
showcasing artistically
panorama of life
articulately abstract
performed to perfection
to
delusive dictum
of
stringed freedom
enjoyed intangibly
in
artificial act
persuasively axiomatic
of
lingering life
perfected within
psychic sanctum
of
patience instilled
by
possessed passion
to
perform entranced
in sonata
of
serenading soul
I scry through time with a crystal sphere
Asking of it my future, both far and near
Yet, the images I see were dismally unclear
(It should go without saying that I am not a seer)
I saw a black dog and it's rather cute
It doesn't bark though, perhaps it's mute?
Its silky coat shines like freshly ironed suit
Is it time to do the laundry? I do not compute
Then I saw an owl flying over my house
That's great! I hope it'd prey on the mouse
Who invaded my dresser and chewed on a blouse
The most expensive one too, that dreadful louse!
It then displayed my room, and zoomed in on my bed
Where someone had left on the pillow an old, felt hat
I tap on the hard dome, starting to get mad
Couldn't it bring a sign that can be more easily read?
Finally, it shattered, the infernal ball
I've been scammed! It couldn’t see the future after all
I lose myself willingly
in the depths of your gaze,
where light wanes like a bitter moon,
and something black flickers back—
—you are a palpitation I should fear,
dismally drawn to my knowing.
Your dark brown eyes a crag,
carved between skin, devastation,
and abysmal Horror—half-wild,
half-claimed—hungers between us—
—morendo!—
too sibilant to name.
Love Impasse
I am not ashamed to say it—
I trace demons of you in the stars—
perhaps because I cry at your abandon,
for once, you were the riddle in my bones.
But do I blame?
No—I should have known
where our paths split,
where an anxious exit waited slyly—
maybe I, too,
left constellations behind.
I rarely trust
simplicity of things
thanks to your abandon.
All I know is that I Loved you—
and have Loved you
and Love you—
But I could never lay my full self
in the tide of your shifting light,
nor could I assuage the storms
you held so close.
Though you are silent,
your thoughts pervade me
like serpents
silent as a crypt,
but hissing inwardly…
bleeding inwardly—
your presence in the sky sears me—
I have been woven into
your tumultuous pulse—
but the question remains:
do you feel the weight of me?
I see where my hands have cut you,
now that I bear the scars you left
just as deeply.
I have searched the ashes and all ends
for something that could spark
what we dismally buried—
a single ember—
a Hell—that
could heat up the crushing cold places
we once deemed Love.
Drowsy vertigo thoughts losing their substance
in the spirals of deafening maelstrom black waters,
my letters—my ruins—my Sodom
becoming the cries that
never reach bottom—
—never reach bottom—
never reach bottom—
now becoming both absence and presence,
lurking among their ashen, disintegrating essence.
The stubborn nails doomed in this sinking box
restoring their vileness, those rotten thoughts
somehow find themselves looking up—
looking up—
looking up—
dizzily, dismally, dishearten by the luminance
never again to be reached—
absence and presence and eminence
engulfed.
In time,
Mnemosyne alone
witnesses the damned
parts of me
die.
You are like a steep mountain
Those with gait disorder do fall
You promise and then disappoint without care
Give me the reason I must trust you
So long, I am scared of you
You got galaxy of victims in this world
Wounded in their spirits with broken hearts
At first you were their hearts desire
Today you are the weapon that left them in demise
You are created as a beautiful blessing
But now you are a scary curse
No one does not feel you yet fear you
You are a cruel liar
Your great happiness is just myth
Nobody taste the truth in you
You always fail dismally with distinction
I feel sorry for those loving you
You are a heartless cheater
Many lost their names seeking for you
You taught some to hate
Others witness loneliness in your company
Give me the reason to trust you
For now, I feel, I fall mostly I feel you
Lord knows that I really tried
I unsuccessfully tried to stop
Loving you. On the very top
Of my list that’s what I had.
I tried to follow your ideas
As you have rejected me
Like an unwanted sick baby
In my head, you’ve put fears.
I tried and I cried like a child
In the absence of his mother
I found you strange and wild.
Lord knows, I tried very hard
To forget you like a thunder
I dismally failed and I cried.
Copyright © May 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Intenté Dejar De Amarte
Dios sabe que realmente lo intenté
Intenté detenerme sin éxito
Amándote. En la cima de mi lista
Mi amor, eso es lo que tenía.
Intenté seguir tus ideas
Como me has rechazado
Como un bebé enfermo no deseado
En mi cabeza has puesto miedos.
Lo intenté y lloré como un niño.
En ausencia de su madre
Te encontré extraño y salvaje.
Dios sabe, lo intenté con esfuerzo
Para olvidarte como un trueno
Fracasé estrepitosamente y lloré.
Copyright © mayo de 2024, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poesía
We see ourselves unimpeded initially
Some are stricken with a view artificially
We are told by others very specifically
There is a ceiling so proceed timidly
We try in vain with no support futilely
As we age blazing the path dizzily
Sometimes we see the results dismally
Eventually we learn to climb skillfully
We began to achieve sufficiently
Eventually finding success brilliantly
Living life with dreams so vividly
Sadly, a haunting voice still speaks flippantly
Reminding us of the ceiling frigidly
We remain in the arena mistily
Each overcautious step taken judicially
We endure the voice shouting viciously
The battle to continue is done willfully
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
Written: September 19, 2023
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. James Joyce
Fragmented Verse: is a rhyme form created by Constance la France
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As days fade, dimming their hissing light.
A whisper among aspens is overheard.
Perishable eyes blink—ephemeral and slight.
Angels framed a scarlet sky—tempers blurred.
Dawn's advent is tomorrow's embrace.
The transient is thawing, leaving no trace.
As time expands, a void of silence will brace.
Akin to a puddle that sinks with the dawn dew.
But bewitchery bleach, bolt broad bias blue?
Paths that diverge fade away as ripples in view.
Every day, it fades quickly but remains in sight.
Fade, sporadic, and shallow as a stroll preferred.
The unstoppable specter of time is in the face.
Love and unity shape life, not time spent anew.
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