Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness
I die every night, you die every night too
This is our way of rejuvenating the body
This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky,
However, this is absolutely or definitely true
Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess
Which takes place from a certain time to the other
We die every night to pay a visit to another crater.
We die every night, if we're blessed, fortunate or lucky
We return to our natural living state, feeling rested
God in his divine and genial way created us that way
That's a given, we have no alternative; no other way
To change things. Sleep deep tonight, die slowly and lightly
Hoping that we'll wake-up the next hours alive and resuscitated.
Drowning in a slow sleep is a gift, die a little tonight
God will not keep us. This is wonderful; this is out of sight.
Copyright © August 26, 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I shed tears every night, unseen,
For dreams I’ve lost, for what has been.
The silence speaks of wounds so deep,
A restless soul that cannot sleep.
Each tear that falls, a story untold,
Of love, of pain, of days grown cold.
I carry burdens no one can see,
A heart that longs, yet cannot be free.
I call to Allah in whispered tones,
With trembling hands and aching bones.
"Grant me strength," my prayer remains,
"To endure this life, its countless pains."
The night becomes my closest friend,
A witness to the tears I send.
Yet in the dark, a hope does shine,
That His mercy will one day be mine.
So I shed tears every night, sincere,
For a brighter dawn to draw near.
For peace, for love, for a tranquil heart,
For a life where sorrows will depart.
Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness
I die everything night, you die every night too
This is our way of rejuvenating the body
This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky,
However, this is absolutely or definitely true
Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess
Which takes place from a certain time to the other
We die every night to pay a visit to another crater.
We die every night, if we're blessed, fortunate or lucky
We return to our natural living state, feeling rested
God in his divine and genial way created us that way
That's a given, we have no alternative; no other way
To change things. Sleep deep tonight, die slowly and lightly
Hoping that we'll wake-up the next hours alive and resuscitated.
Drowning in a slow sleep is a gift, die a little tonight
God will not keep us. This is wonderful; this is out of sight.
Hebert Logerie Friday, August 26, 2016
“Why are you crying?” he asked as the sun was about to dawn…
“Because our first night together was so beautiful
so magical…
and now our first night’s gone.”
“There’s no need for tears.” He smiled
as the sun through the window burst
for I shall do my best to make every night we are together
as beautiful
and as magical
as the first.
Soft Svetlana set sail, serious in her search for a light.
Sixty Nordic warriors went along to aid in her fight.
They were overtaken and captured by pirates last Thursday night.
Svetlana’s empathy was admired, better than might.
She and her men were given freedom on Saturday night.
A tiny miracle in between sundown and twilight.
She gave the pirate king a crown with a gorgeous ruby bright.
He gave them a wave and yelled “You my lady are all right!”
The scruffy pirate king wearing this crown was quite a sight.
He wore it all of the week until the next Sunday night.
He said “That darling Queen Svetlana is more than all right!”
For the rest of his life he thought of her at every twilight.
In a world where love is right
Hearts go dancing every night
The stars in a jealous heaven
shine green with envy
Your eyes outshine them
They see it when we
Dance every night, dance every night
Though in the sky, stars twinkle still
They’ll never match the wondrous thrill
of dancing every night
The moon is intimidated
Your glow out glows it
It’s lost its luster
Everyone knows it
You shine so bright, you shine so bright
And though the moon is still our friend
It has to hide when in the end
we’re dancing every night
How do I wake up from this slumber night,
Nightmares are my henchmen...
Am trapped in that bruise,
Silence is the sealed deal with God...
My body is a nobody...
My soul is a befoul...
Am seen as an inhumane puzzle,
Sadness slowly besieged happiness...
Tension is the nervous collapse,
I sense my heart being eaten,
Relished by the devils...
I am not body lingering at night
My husband says "you are never there"
I agree, for I am gone.
When I hit the body so hard that I wake up shuddering and shaking
Why I do not slow the soul down prior to reentry
I do not know
I suspect it has something to do with my lack of patience
And my child-like self
how exquisite to remember
those sultry august nights
when i’d meander
through the blue lagoon
of distant memories
while lofty swirls of dreams
twirled inside my head
with comets trailing across dark skies
such charming images of you
still haunt so tenderly
every loving corner of my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on January 23, 2021
The city’s super quiet now
As life remains on hold,
A siren’s wail from time to time
Erupting uncontrolled.
Until, each night at 7
When the clapping sounds begin,
Accompanied by cow bells,
Only adding to the din.
With whoops and shouts and singing,
Either live or Spotified,
New Yorkers thus acknowledge,
For the help that they provide…
The workers who risk everything
To labor in the stores
And hospitals and anyplace
Beyond their own front doors.
From sidewalks (6 feet separate)
And from windows people clap,
Connecting and uniting
Past the social distance gap.
They cannot hug or congregate –
All contact’s been deferred –
But every night at 7
They join others to be heard.
I rumble toward the morning every night.
The eager Robin bids me, ‘it is Day!’
But I have lain awake since end of light.
And though I send my Heart upwards to pray,
I cannot find the Peace that passes measure,
The Peace that would ensure my blissful sleep,
The Peace surpassing any earthly treasure…
A tranquil Sea as wide as it is deep.
And so I wish – though wishing’s not allowed,
I wish with all my heart that you were here!
O! Never were so fervent cries so loud
As these my heart sends, lone, into Night’s sphere!
But, calm yourself, lad! There are others who,
As much hurt, bend… but do not break, like you!
3/23/2019
L-ight
E-very
N-ight
E-ndorses
A-nother
T-winkle
T-o
E-xpress
J-oy
U-sing
N-ice
T-ime's
E-vening
R-adiance
I-n
A-pparent
L-oveliness
Topic: Birthday of Leneatte M. Junterial (September 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Chanting from the spirit world enters my soul as I sleep, enslaving me fully into her familiar beat, I dance with abandon, tossing my hair, flipping my feet, in childlike wildness.
Boundless in its pursuit of me, my inner voice incorporates itself into my dream, terribly ethereal in true spiritual form, bringing my real self into the higher realms, ones not fully reached until death.
My joyful soul is soaring now, spinning, and whirling, transforming me into a dervish, insanely happy to have found my tribe, loving my inner sweet pureness which is gentled out of me nightly.
I seek her every night, my sleeping day soul, in my dream state, and she keeps me in her warm, loving grasp, replenishing me in bits and pieces, in smallish intervals, showing me my true delight.
I embrace my dream state with the innocence of a unicorn, and rainbow hope, knowing her truth.
Every night I fall in love with
the girl inside my dreams
Waiting there with scarlet hair and
A folded pair of jeans
A soft wind blows in the coming night
And I close my sunken eyes
I kiss her neck and she kisses mine
And I feel what good decries
There’s nothing there
But skin that’s bare and
A vision of endless mirth
Who am I
To deny
The coming, of my rebirth?
I feel my soul being ripped apart and
I don’t know what to do
Lust against love and god above
And to whom I’ve been sworn to
Beauty and youth is stretched and worn by
The two extremes in me
Plotting parallels pull and pry
Away, who I wish to be.
Every night I burn
Every night I dream
In my soul, burns a hole
Where all is lost, in between
Every night I die
Every day I scream
The spot that burns, starts to turn
The angels fade away from me
Every night I burn
Every day the voices return
To whisper to me, let's smile, then see
If these dreams can take their turn.
D.R.L
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