Physicists teach and talk
Physicians heal and walk
Physiologists exercise and specialize
Psychiatrists dramatize and immortalize
Psychologists observe and internalize
Therapists diagnose and mobilize
Radiologists scan and rock
Pharmacologists and Toxicologists mix and match drugs and block
Paleontologists, Neurologists, Meteorologists, Politicians, Philanthropists, Philatelists and the rest apply PHYSICS too... patch, flock and jock!
Hold me in your heart
like a dread you cannot shake
unbidden I rear.
Winner: 3rd Place, Dramatize The Desires, Ink Empress (Sponsor), 5/14/26
Hold me in your heart that's so fair
I want to hold you through the night
Who longs to keep me from despair
To be with you at mornings light
I'd love to know your thoughts and dreams
Hold me in your heart that's so fair
I want your light in all life's seams
I'd love to have a life we'd share
All of my desires I would lay bare
If you my lass were here with me
Hold me in your heart that's so fair
Then I'll lift you for all to see
My dreams are all I have of you
This love we'd have would be so rare
Tonight I'll dream of all we'd do
Hold me in your heart that's so fair
For the Dramatize the Desires Poetry Contest
We breathe in the shadows, perfecting the lie,
While the truth of us screams in a hushed lullaby.
I am stained by that kiss—by the heat, by the sin,
By the way that you let me and the cold universe in.
You were the brave one, the first to break through,
But now I am haunted by the ghost of you.
I am tearing apart in the way i wait for your touch,
Loathing the fact that I want you this much.
Was it a whim? Just a flicker of grey?
Or does the same fever consume you today?
The unknown is a killer, deep in the vein,
A craving for pleasure that’s indistinguishable from pain.
The guilt is a shadow I can't seem to shed,
A heavy, dark cover I wear in bed.
When the world demands we play out our part,
In the wreckage of us, hold me in your heart.
I am drowning in "maybe”, in secrets and salt,
Loving you feels like a beautiful fault.
If this is a ruin, let the heavy stone fall,
But if you are with me—if you feel it all—
Then let the shame burn until we are apart,
And forever, please, hold me in your heart.
At one point in time, there's was one country
As there's one earth, one rainbow and one human race
The wind, rain, smoke, and snow don't recognize
Borders or tiny plots of land that greedy leaders
Think they possess. They will always make errors
Nobody owns a country, tower, a location or a place
As one can only palaver. We can scuttlebutt and dramatize
All we want. Earth or this land is owned by nobody
This land belongs to all. We are passing by as tourists
We are all migrants or immigrants, even the racists
Or the wannabes. We are wayfarers, passengers on a boat
We own nothing. We own no land, no wind and no float
We need to make room for each other. Today is your turn
Tomorrow belongs to no one. This is something we must learn.
Copyright © June 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Some might put on a happy face,
on what others choose to erase.
Other approaches one might take
are labelling it a fake,
putting it on a dusty shelf,
to become a forgotten self,
or, in the subjunctive tense, or -
otherwise placate a censor,
or an editor, who says, you dramatize,
or critics who say it's all lies,
or put it in the wood-chipper there,
or recite it daily like a prayer.
I smile and call it a friend of mine -
just what it is, Frankenstein.
Xenophobes don't approve of strangers.
They dramatize fearing what they don't know.
Prefer cages to overcoming phobias.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
He No Window
In this piece of art
Work
Send it out
In his ark
It's shut
Filled in over wars
A budget
Send it out
Arts out of phone piece time
Been begun in trains?
Speaker of a house?
If a subway can't prevail
I exit words
Birds visit
Nearby, buy nearer the trial
Improve the station
As I begin duty on leave
Always deprive my arrival
Beyond satisfaction
Request inquisition
Dramatize the surrender often
Often surrender opens upon lies
The mourning regrets it's opposite
Buy mid days breadth, talling the
Tomorrow
No need for a loud background sound,
my howl will raise you up off the ground.
I can snatch you up with my voice,
you won’t walk away again by choice.
Go spill our interstellar secrets,
share there are absolutely no regrets.
Speak of how my taste is addictive,
dramatize every drop I have to give.
You always say ‘You have Moon skin.
Tell me tales of everywhere you’ve been.’
Fall into my depiction of a far off land,
my words you instinctively understand.
Savor a sip of picante’ exotica.
I’m the backbeat, a cappella erotica.
“Much Ado About Nothing”
Romeo’s love doesn’t fall through,
As Tybalt piques his fancy too.
And Juliet,
Not in love yet
Chills out on Tinder and Temu.
William, don’t mind the premise pick,
The rhymes have moved on so to speak;
Short and lightweight -
It’s shooting straight,
Not a sonnet, a limerick.
No tragic twists, no tricksy lies,
No fam’ly feuds to dramatize.
It might be viewed
Vulgar and lewd -
But no one kills and no one dies!
Some folks tend to awfulize
Others prefer to dramatize,
There are those who fantasize
Many people will improvise.
I know a few who tantalize
Even resort to marginalize
Those who are short in size,
Which will often destabilize
Because they may internalize,
Which is not always wise!
Three times a week, I advise,
It’s a good thing to exercise!
Written August 16, 2022
Also life goes on in the change surface of this life's transition
I have so many things thrown at me left and right.
Of life's decisions
Now I'm becoming stronger as I keep on fighting these. Overcoming sad parts of life and grief.
Facing the fact as I know when it's her time to leaves
Thru the balls of hail
and I will not fail.
In one person's eyes they think I'll sink below
They try to succeed by tellng me vicious lies.
But I only strive to winand always doublethink
As I start to know and realize its dramatize
Kelly Dale
April 2022
Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.
Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the sofa so it won’t rise,
while my cooking and housework threaten to paralyze
all I am behind my victimized and exhausted eyes.
Unless he bears one, one way ticket for me to paradise
or procures a gift he ingests that will tranquilize,
he can stuff candy hearts in his behind so gelatinized.
The last time I fell for that darned, deceiving cupid
I committed to him and living my life forever stupid.
I finished moving into my residential college as a storm began
- fat raindrops, as big as coconuts, falling from a black and fouling sky.
These northerners were acting like a "tropical storm" (Henri) was a big deal.
“Surely New England gets storms?” I ask, from behind my mask.
“What about NOR_Easters?” I say, like a meteorologist.
“Those are different.” I’m told, with no other explanation.
“Did you bring this storm from the “SOUTH?” I’m asked, accusingly.
*(This was after I told them about coming from one ”bulldog-college-town” to another.)*
“Yes.” I reply, “It was in my luggage.”
A silly question but they have a point - the storm feels like it’s involved and fulfilling some obligation to dramatize my college move-in story.
“Time to quarantine!” I’m informed - “Yep, can’t WAIT!” I lie.
One disaster at a time.
Haven't you stolen enough kisses
and broken too many girls' hearts?
Haven't you played crazy games
with beautiful and rich dames?
Playboys never apologize,
they stand on their pedestal...
until lies make them fall
and sorry looks dramatize!
Charm lasts through youth,
then it fades from the eyes
and becomes bitter untruth
as age is shown on the faces!
Playboys never apologize,
they stand on their pedestal...
until lies make them fall
and sorry looks dramatize!
What can happen to a playboy
who still chases after women?
Will he be satisfied completely
and settle down with one woman?
Playboys never apologize,
they stand on their pedestal...
until lies make them fall
and sorry looks dramatize!
After a playboy has fun with a lady,
he searches for more, he will ignore
the one who loves him and waits at home;
and betraying her, he hurts her deeply!
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