The once was a group on Fourth of July
Who partied with all that money could buy
Games and food suited their mood
A flaming dessert seemed good
Until a roman candle torched their pie
He is recently becoming a lazy bum
Been drinking the effervescent rum
Ignoring his petite new wife
with a tounge sharp as knife
Harbinger of crazy thing to come
Shrill she shouts and plays drum
Poker faced he lies dumb plum
The neighborhood gossip is rife
Tried all tricks to end their strife
Both not grooving into their fulcrum
The pulsing redness of the dying sun,
Began to prevail into nothingness.
Yet all around the promenade
Bright lights shone from the business venue.
They sat on a bench, close, whispering sweet nothings.
The night was young, and they had much to say.
Would they wait for dawn?
Lights shimmer on the quiet sea,
like drifting dreams that never fade away.
She was tired and rested her head
On his shoulder as he held her close.
Then things began to shift.
Around the bay, bulbs were now in full light
The brass band began to blare.
Everyone was happily singing.
And in the depth of the bay
Fireworks cracked upwards
Sending sparkling stars above
It is a journey of excellent exhibition.
The two lovers stood up hand in hand.
And began their walk far from the crowd
Towards the quiet, where the moon had arisen.
A lovely red moon that was their wonder,
A breath of fresh air rests the mind
Cooking with smoky flavors, tenderism refined
Personal space to make choices
Voting in favor as independence rejoices
It protects unwarranted intrusion
Breaking the borders of exclusion
Light and sound
Fight or flight
Fireworks all around
Every vision so bright
True freedom is letting go
As an independent nation is one to know
bombs bursting in air
red, white, blue America
its celebration
Ceraunophilia
Winter freezes the glass
Thunder splits the sky without warning
Lightning nails a dry tree
Bark burns loud and throws sparks
Moonlight cuts the snow lake
My window throws it back
The first time I saw you in the garden
Your glance struck like that
White sudden through bone
My heart caught fire
Red and blue like your eyes
Phoenix ash on my tongue
The whole world turned green
Uraeal: "The symposium has brought forth the headless horseman, most metaphorically driven to sundown by the celestial charade."
Helel: "Is oft the token be, curse, cursed, or has our sullied names been frothing clean in the sea, like a mind's eye seeing through another portal in the hemisphere?"
Aurora: "I claim lightly like wind, so let's unwind the orchard from that place of plenty, shooting stars strike like platform shoes for nimble fey dancers."
Lucifer: " I might soon turn down the star, and unfold more atramentous ink from which spillage is at once appreciated and birch, prying eyes see far in the dark for some."
The forbidden one: *enters from the left, and softly cascades the waters of newer rivers over the timbers and planks*
---End of act I---
We all love and applaud the winners
As we feel sorry for the losers
We love women, without them, we're nobody
Women are the fruits and the gems of our society
Whoopee! Congratulations to the USA Women's Soccer Team
For winning their fourth World Cup. This is a dream
For everybody to be champions
This is an outstanding accomplishment
Let's all enjoy this wonderful moment
Hurrah! Yippee! These women are heroes of actions
We are proud of them. They deserve at least equal pay
For equal work. I pray that nothing stands in their way
Thank you for the great soccer/football skills
That you have shown throughout the tournament
In France.Your ladies are lovely, winsome and elegant
You inspire me and give me enough energies and chills
To never give up, to work hard or to strive to succeed
May God grant all good health to survive and to lead!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
fireworks end
as last spark fizzles to ground
darkness takes control
Jasmine scent perfumes the air
Under a canopy that’s enchanted.
Laughter sings love’s mighty praises.
Youth itself rejoices in all its glory.
Fiery sparkles in the darkness
Ignite the sky with joy and glitter
Regaling all across the land.
Effervescence and a playful sense of magic
Work wonders for the soul while
Orchestrating bursts of awe and childlike wonder.
Recalling extravagances of a distant past,
Kaleidoscopic visions vivid and magical ~
Surreal evenings forge longlasting memories.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Sonnet of Silicon Dreams
In corridors of thought where circuits hum,
Gordon spoke, a prophet clad in light,
"Each chip shall grow, with time, become the sum
Of dreams and visions, reaching dizzy height."
With every two years, power shall ignite,
Through transistors’ dance, the world we shall transform,
Yet whispers of limits loom in the night,
As tiny giants face the quantum storm.
Once giants roamed the land of silicon,
With pixels bright and data streams that flow,
Yet now the pace slows, a changing dawn,
As new designs emerge, new seeds to sow.
In reverence we stand, to what was wrought,
A legacy of light, in circuits caught.
Imagine living on the planet Venus being one’s own
King and Queen Venus
Galactic atmosphere
Romantic ultimate vibes
Committability
Chestnut Loins on fire
Kisses among the Stars
Love privacy
Enchanting hand holding together
Venus being victorious
Together as a force
Setting our own boundaries
Adam and Eve Principal style
Venus describes our romance as V-VARIES, E-ESSENCE, N-NATURAL, U-UNITY and S-SERENE
Every thought, moment and soul surrounding being never apart
Venus intrigued with desire
So much promise
Love honest
Venus today into tomorrow shooting us through our own Milky Way.
Being a good artisan takes learning years:
Cum exposure to strange but desired art-
By which experience builds up what fault clears...
Different from rote learning which is by heart.
Here, learning is at will; at your own pace-
Where no one dares compel you to learning,
Unless you see the need to be in race...
With yourself to hasten time cum earning.
Being a great artisan takes sacrifice:
To detect ability of rare skills,
And make it functionally suffice...
Enough to standout; quality fulfills.
There, learning is by quests; tough to handle,
Unless mistakes light its guarding candle...
I soar to great heights but then I fall,
When all’s said and done, I’m the greatest of all.
I can light up the sky on the darkest of nights,
For such a small package, I’m full of delights.
I’m packed in a box, and I give lots of pleasure,
Come and watch me perform, I’m here for your leisure.
I’m the largest in there and shaped like a tube,
Some of my friends are shaped like a cube.
Im made up with powder with a short dangling fuse,
Those that come to see me. I know I’ll amuse.
I’m kept at a safe distance, away from the crowd,
It’s more for your safety, but also I’m loud.
I’m touched by a flame and my fuse is then lit,
I can tell by the crowd,I’ll be a big hit.
All of a sudden, with a fizz and a spark,
Get ready to see me, I light up the dark.
With one last push, I will dart to the sky,
You will barely see me, as I’m climbing that high.
Then a sudden explosion, like a badly wired socket,
You’ll know it’s me, because I am THE ROCKET!
(For all the girls in Gauteng)
The Rose of Rathanda
I am the ultimate ruby blush of Rathanda, so overwhelmingly fragrant the moon faints .
My petals, spun from stolen starlight, dictate the very tides of the Indian Ocean.
Kings forfeit crowns just for one blinding glimpse of my of my majestic, blushing, burning Rathanda beauty.
When I bloom, the world holds its breath, fearing the sheer, searing, staggering power.
I make the sun feel like a mere flickering candlelight in a dreary, dark, drafty hallway.
I am the eternal, ethereal, existential epicenter of all divine desire.
I am the Violet
I am a
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