can I write a poem
or only rhyme
I’m not sure where I’m goin’
it’s one word at a time
like data through a modem
still, I hope for the sublime
a psychospiritual novum
to delight a reader's mind,
show how jaded skepticism is ho-hum,
and like sex, ecstatically manifest the divine
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A song for this:
The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows by Gang of Youths
Palo Alto by Jack River
If you stand strongly with and for Liberty
I will fearlessly join you
If you stand firmly for Freedom
I will cheer the noble gestures of your kingdom
If you stand enthusiastically for Equality
I will ecstatically stand with you too
If you stand for good democracy
I will help you spread the seeds of Love
I will happily clap when the doves are hovering above
If you stand solidly for fair and equal justice
I will help you ring the bells of peace
I will fervently pray for you all the time
I will sporadically listen to the tintinnabulation of the chime
Brothers and sisters, I have tears of hope in my eyes today
Otherwise
My pen is able and ready amidst the fray
And it won’t be so wise
Because I love my fellow human beings, our people
Who are black, red, white, yellow and purple.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and to our brothers and sisters.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The water was warm it must have been
The morning was cold it was early
The two collided and and there it was
smoke on the water rising
mysteriously
Vapor thin outlines levitating
With the dawn chorus applauding
Ecstatically
There is no smoke without fire
Here comes the sun little darling
It’s alright
In open fields, at a musical concert,
their eyes made contact, setting
their hearts ablaze,
Not even a hundred-and-one things
could distract them as they were in
a dreamlike daze,
They walked through the crowd as
if it were a maze,
The encounter left them ecstatically
happy for countless days.
Their love was easygoing, but
over time, it grew into something
beautiful and lasting,
Travelling together through time and
distance, they still had the same
feelings as when they first met,
Now drifting in tranquil harmony,
with no excitement left but illnesses
and uncertainty, yet both proclaim
life’s perfect.
A bond of divine love binds them
together, both happy and pleased
with Cupid’s casting.
Love is food for the Soul and music
to the ears,
It adds sweetness to life and puts
springs in our steps, and once it
takes hold, it takes control.
By Zyrool
Calm oceans nap while facing the sun on the one hand
And raging waves readily release their pent up emotions on the other
Wild wolves search for a connection with the moon at nighttime
While goddesses furrow deep in their gods' chests, ecstatically in love
Singers fill the world with bliss
Shadows create thrills in our ponds
Poets rhyme with lovesick heart beats
And birds already know of the turn of events
Even if they sing in a language which we can understand not
Rivers flow in a single direction, guided by a muse of their own
Fairies write of their memoirs on the floor of the river beds
And aquatic creatures of all sorts dance to celebrate this ethos
Amidst this cyclical rhythm
My breath gets steady and peaceful
As I dive into the maze of slumber
And in there, I gather messages from the other worlds
As they get transmitted to me
Only to make of them pure and pristine white roses
Standing proudly in a glass vase on my altar
I am silence, adorned with a flowery crown
I am dawn, freshly awakened by dew
I am vessel, carrying messages from the nether
I am human, graced by the touch of mysticism!
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* * see us.*
* * miles to*
* * thousand*
* * eight *
* ************************** flew *
/ * /* /********************** Granddaughter
** **** because our **
The world became a magic place again, **********
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A house is a home
only when I fall ecstatically in love with you,
feel cocooned in our nest
with your warm presence
and tender care!
A house is a home
only when its beautifully
painted windows and decorated
doors are open to let in
my irresistible dreams!
A house is a home
only when my crimson evenings
turn surreal by ambrosial fragrance
from the softest flower-petals
of my garden of Eden!
A house is a home
when relaxing in the porch, gazing
at the gorgeous starlit evening sky,
we admire magical moon gleaming a
mysterious intriguing smile!
A house is a home
When at celestial dawn I am awestruck
watching the sun rise in the vermilion sky,
The world waking up to the sublime melody of
birdsongs... blessings of almighty!
A house is a home
only when you and I
create innumerable memories with
our beating hearts entwined,
our life becomes a complete whole...
two parts of a shell,
a perfect pearl shining inside!
Beyond the Batumi city, i am endlessly unclothed
A.m., rose, i ran out of my bed
Hopped into a vile pleasure Naked and unbothered
Being Naked, i started my morning with dancing and singing nursery rhymes.
Moloch departed for battle, signs in my dreams
Burning of written works and poems, Naked by my window
In the ashes, dancing, chilled chicken noodle soup
Singing high-minded incantations, beneath a blood-red morning cloud.
Naked and making breakfast, amid the morning grins
Children playing in the dirt while dancing freely in front of the window
Elvis under shivering lightning clouds is playing ecstatically in my apartment
Temuri plays guitar while skeletons twirl, oh magnificent Georgia.
Naked watching the sparkling plastic sea to sea
Free of fixed identity
Everyone sees the pacific ocean voyage coming to an end
Falling into the after train misses switch.
Light-play ecstatically rides the air,
in tones of pink, lavender, yellow, blue;
cumuli smiles fill the skies,
a blink or two of green slides by.
Precipitation sighs its last goodbye;
while Sol stretches its warming rays.
Orange intermingles with rainbow’s
Indigo edge; fade to azure heights,
Where echoes the laughter of children
Splashing about in puddles.
I breathe in the scent of ozone and
cast my eyes to Heaven’s Crayola-glory.
Elegant wooden chariots are pulled by devotees;
In scorching sun, like buzzing bees, many on naked knees;
Though superstitions form parts of Puri festive features,
Gods and goddesses freely mingle with human creatures...!
Feats fill the Royal Enfield Himalayan Odyssey,
Riders at landscapes as though exploring geodesy;
Venture into vast adventures unfazed of life and death,
Young and old relish, ecstatically holding their breath...!
International Mango Festival is a wonder,
Mango marvels like fleshy jewels, our palettes plunder;
Displaying more than five hundred genre of mangoes,
Midst them are Dussehris, chausas, fuslis and Alphonsos...!
The Big India Food Festival is precious as well,
Where mouth watering dishes and delicacies compel;
Each day is a festive in India incredible,
Visit us! With songs and dances, enjoy each edible...!
12 July 2022
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
We all feared her
the kind of fear that tastes
of curdled milk
A new friend-
Jenny
Six years old
One step beside me
chattering away
little sparrow
Together we churned
our childhood
as we played kissing games
We could not have known
it was that dark triangle of guilt
that drove the nun to part us
to watch us
as if we were
small pink bombs
Our bottoms
ecstatically lashed
while a crucifix rattled
a skeletal dance
After the tears
all innocence done and ditched
our two hearts
drained now
by a milk-less .itch
The tray is undamaged
Doomsday haze
Coral and crystal shards
Ascend to the heavens
Or allow yourself to get burned
There's no end to knowledge
Under a bright blue sky
Resiliently attached
To reality and its metaphors
Castle of yearning
Beyond the nothingness
Sensibility and radiance
I was ecstatically delighted
Written: April 30, 2022
Rose blossoms divine~ splendor exuding delight,
Ebullient is their stance, colorful is their profile,
Ecstatically they rise, flaunting exuberant smile;
Grandeur flower-bouquets charming your sight
Lauding scented whiffs fragrant blooms impart
As silken petals unfold, lip-synching your heart.
Upon arched trellis dazzles honey-gold royal rose
Forming vibrant arc of winsome welcome-pose,
Charming realm of crimson, scarlet, coral, themes~
Seductive blooms enchanting passionate dreams,
Standing tall on long-stems wallowing in sunrise
Romancing love-vibes beaming through your eyes.
Bountiful clusters tout reddish-purple fuchsia blush
Oscillating rosy-buds to lyrical melodies of thrush
Where, chasing nectar, bees and butterflies rush,
While daydreams-enamored, clasping silence hush,
Reveling indulgent stimulus in cooing hints of dove
Strumming in our hearts mellifluous music of love.
March 14, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1095
Placed 2nd: Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
A sunny morning is seated pretty
Luscious mangoes are taking shape there
On the leafy branches birds are tweeting
Velvety leaves cast shadows over them
Euphoria runs deep in the roots of the trees
Lilacs looking up from beneath
Yellow and red hues hem in the plants
Fields sparkle with mustard flowers
A parrot calls from a guava tree
Clouds suddenly come crowding in
Engulf the painting ecstatically
The clouds forming
Beautiful shapes of love
In the blooming farms
Diamonds of rain drops
The better half of bright skies.
Phoenix of the dry marines.
The heaven crying ecstatically
Through the curtains of cloud
The shiny sober droplets of tears
Hushing the chaotic rays of sunshine
Embodying a loud rainbow of resurgence.
The sky is trickling
Crystal clear balls of adam's ale
Wetting the glossy tresses of trees
Pecking all the fur
Waking up the fragrance of the smooth mud.
The harmony of the rain drops
Sung by the enchanting sky props
The airy wind adding to the symphony
Swans proposing marry to me
Always a happy end in a happening rain.
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