Herein lay the words,
That geyser burst in:
She’s a happening tapestry,
Well-versed in,
Person; As an aurum recipe,
And fly like a dart: trajectory;
Heaven, I declare exactly,
Her sexy lexicon: olfactory –
Hot Breath
excited crowd waits impatiently
earthquakes shake the ground
lava heated boiling water
pushes towards the surface
hot steam spews from the vent
anticipation grows, ready for the eruption
a mighty whoosh and the vented steam
reaches for the blue sky
for a duration of ninety seconds
the crowd is awed by natures power
with a gurgle the steam cloud
settles back into the earth to await
another cycle
EPISODIC POLITICAL MOCKERY
Legislative trials are roaming;
Congressional criminals
Gaining more freedom to re-chain
Our growing liberty:-
Today’s bombed and pre-bombed
Societies and us are becoming
So similar in judicial acts of inequality:-
For us, the Constitution has become
As a stretched rubber band
Of negative jurisprudence—
And in today’s apathetic joyous modernity,
We too, seem to approach a modern-day
Diabolical bombing Civil War situation:-
Remember, all choices have their
Accompanying consequences;
Be they sweet Moonlake-like
Or geyser waterfall-like:-
After today’s extended Breaking News episodes,
I am praying this Just Different poetic prose flow,
Will be of an awareness thought-provoking
Brain-shore frothing consequence:-
Water, transparent
Pure, precious
Gold in the presence of the sun
It jumps over pebbles,
Eroding its path
Mustn’t we preserve
This precious treasure?
The magical potion that quenches thirst
With only a portion fresh
Mustn’t we conserve
This golden treasure?
As it drips down,
It converts itself
A soothing sound that begs for help
Mustn’t we save
This great treasure?
It plunges down the falls,
Dashing along the river
Stops at the lovely green lake,
Meets the vast sea at the coast
Freezes at the glacier,
Sprays at the geyser
Mustn’t we retain
This priceless treasure?
A part underground,
The others brimming with salt
A part polluted,
Of plastic partly
Mustn’t we protect
This delicate treasure?
Provides pearls
In its depth
Offers hydration
That makes us glow
Mustn’t we guard
This boon of a treasure?
Without the elixir of life,
The day disaster rains
Droughts and deserts pave their way!
Should the day not arrive,
Mustn’t we help retrieve
This shimmering treasure?
in the fury of battle...
a dragon
draws back
her long, serpentine neck
revealing
terrifying d a g g e r s
in her powerful jaws
-with direct aim at target -
then, forcefully...
lunges neck
like a thrown javelin spear
expecting
p r o j e c t i l e vomit of
engulfing fire geyser;
only coughs up
a slender thread of...
smoke.
Stars go out with a bang
A candle's flame's intense
the moment before it's extinguished
And so, too, Buckingham Fountain*
springs up like a geyser
just before it's tucked in bed for the night
That's how I want to go
gathering my strength
and exploding into
a thousand glittering pieces
_____________________________________
*Buckingham Fountain in Chicago is one of the
world's largest fountains. It streams water up
to 150 feet (~ 46 meters) high.
I was in the hospital at only five,
the medicine gave me a big hive.
Sunday school taught us to be alive,
my spirit soared and wanted to drive.
When I was seven I got really sick,
they gave me ice cream to lick.
I loved warm soup with a cheese breadstick,
my spirit loved it and soared with a big kick.
Now older with aches and pains yet wiser,
my spirit soars like a heavenly geyser.
I AM BLOOD
I am blood, representing strong emotion
Pumping strongly from a distressed heart
I was merely a gentle and constant flow
Now, suddenly a geyser forcefully spurting
The cause is not ecstasy, as it is hurting
Whatever the reason, I would not know
I’m also the messenger sent at the start
And in time, all will gain a clearer notion
it’s not just blood when hearts pour out
More a vibration one can sense and feel
There are signs that some may detect
But with both eyes closed, it is clear
To see resonance that comes with fear
That stifling a thought cannot protect
And feeling raw emotion is very real
As knowing the truth dispels all doubt
She ran up his spine,
he turned to water.
A geyser of light spurted out of an artery
of unrecognizable thoughts
that tunneled him into her.
He was being opened up;
he began to look around
see only the him/her
of everywhere.
He felt like
an empty can of Spam.
He loved Spam,
it was a cosmic kind of love
that came in many flavors.
When speaking of words
Jeff Kyser's no miser
More like a soaring bird
perched atop a surging geyser
His wit unrivaled, nonpareil
sophisticated and slick
Fear not a Caesar-like burial
~ Our Kyser's too quick
Love is so crazy
Why do people fall in it?
Love is really crazy
Why do people follow it?
People will always be in pain
People will always die in vain
Love is worst than water
Love can fit in any container
Love can explode like mighty dynamite
Love can burst like a geyser
Love is a volcano
Love is a sinking canoe
Jump, jump out
Before the blackout
Love can be destructive like a termite
Like a filthy rat
Like a dirty cat
It seems like nothing is good about love
Because nothing is real until one dove
Wanders off or goes astray
And the partner is left sadly with an empty tray
Love betrays
Love ruins nights and days
Love backstabs
Love robs
What a creature
Which can even mess up Mother Nature.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
It felt like he was looking around
though his eyes were viewing him through
ten-thousand other eyes
that shone in the black-cat night.
Atoms were rumbling like boulders
down his spine,
then he turned to water,
a geyser of light spurting out of an artery
of unrecognizable thoughts
that tunneled him into Her.
The Her was looking around him now,
opening him up.
Then he really began to look around.
When he awoke, for a long while
he felt like an empty can of Spam.
He loves Spam.
They are coming to take you away, aha.
I hate corners know he will be standing there
A Parisian Apache, one leg resting on a wall
Of a closed-down factory.
Smoking Gitane a cigarette.
Sharpening his stiletto, cleaning his fingernails.
Or a farmer, stony ground fed up, takes his spade
and cut my throat,
A geyser of blood that will fertilize the floor
it could also happen walking home after an evening
at the pub, falling face down in a puddle where yellow welly floats.
It could be so banal, as falling when going to the loo
with a broken nose, no one hears the muffled screams
dying and not saying anything divine.
I have to buy a coffin it must be wide, sleep in it every night
wake up in the morning dead, with sunlight on my pale face.
The throne in heaven is accident prone,
if you are a God please don’t go alone,
take a few angels when you have to go,
get them to fan their wings so they don’t throw!
it was Thor who broke the seat with hammer,
must control temper, learn to be calmer,
no need for thunder lightening at loo,
with prunes at breakfast, should easily do!
Venus is embarrassed to share cabin,
fears would be spied by soul of Rasputin,
with her each flush there is radiant glow,
her acts of ablution are morning show!
And Jupiter has not been well either,
he can hardly see! that old old geyser!
his toilet use? it’s all over the place!
his toilet habits are heaven’s disgrace!
the chain over the cistern is rusty old,
you would think it is made of solid gold?
when you pull the chain you hear a gush,
their well is dry, no water in the flush!!
No wonder God’s come to earth as Avatars!
our clean toilets on earth score full five stars!!
Written 28/10/2021
10 syllables each line
Jack Webster sponsored
The Throne in heaven contest
Hawaii's Kilauea volcano erupted,
as lava flowed over its cauldron!
The quiescent
Goddess awakes!
What once was a placid pool of liquid lava,
has morphed into a geyser of magma.
And it's ejecting molten plumes of rock
high into the atmosphere, lighting up the night.
When Gaia flows into the sea,
is she giving birth to the land?
Time contradicts;
permanency.
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