This is a new golden horizon
This is a heavenlike season
Where everything is beautiful
And a serpentine rainbow looks wonderful
In the sky, in the heaven, in the air
Look! Countless birds are diving in the atmosphere.
This is a brand new season
This is a honeylike horizon
I wonder if this is a new spring
A new style to speak and to sing
Oh! I see. This is simply a new thing
A new genre to swing in the ring.
Hooray! Hooray! I am absolutely right
Everything will be alright, yes alright
No more sadness, no more pain
In spite of the surprisingly audacious rain
This is a heavenlike horizon
This is a new golden season.
There are countless rainbows in the sky
I cannot tell or invent a lie
This is a time to hope and to heal
And to come up with a new and better deal
Fire in the nerves, fire in the bloodstream
Look! Two fish are swimming in the golden stream.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The golden horizon can be feral
erupting a sky of turquoise blue;
It reflects the peace of the hippie;
Fly vagabond cat’s such a hippie;
Wild grin is overwhelming and feral,
a lit match in eyes that twinkle blue;
Low growl reverberates through blue,
an electric charge for this hippie;
He came a long way but still feral;
That sly kitty is a feral blue hippie.
I wonder how it will be ,
The silence as it echoes,
The waves slapping the ground,
The cold breeze dancing all around,
The trees as they whooshed and talked,
The Sun as it stitched a golden horizon,
Finally retiring from it's monotonous job.
What a magical moment it will be,
As an instinctive smile creeps within.
When stress and pressure be replaced,
By satisfaction and glee,
I wish I could experience this daily.
5/8/2022
A familiar aroma wafted towards me,
As I looked up into blue azure skies,
And far beyond, a golden horizon.
I could barely see the shapes of an old
Man holding a young child’s hand,
The man wore a long white robe
And was smoking a handcrafted
Pipe, and the spiraling smoke from it,
Triggered a memory, who was this man.
He didn’t speak much until
I asked him who the child was, He
Granted us a short encounter
The old man said,
So that you can briefly meet.
Tears rolled down my face
As I took the child
And held him tightly in my arms,
For an everlasting moment, a miracle!
We are your guardian angels he said,
Taking back my bundle of life,
And gradually disappearing with his
Charge, leaving behind a trail of smoke
The aroma of which was distinctly the
Tobacco my father smoked. My father
Holding my child's hand, his grandson
Who died when only five days old,
And whom I had never met,
Celestial beings permitted to appear,
And just as quickly disappear,
Their message I believe, that one day we
Would meet, in the presence of His love
Within the realms of heaven above.
Poem of the Day - 18.9.2021
Seven mirrors broken when I was seven,
longing for the day of lifted depression,
mournful memories collide in cacophony,
journeys thru faded tapestries taunt and please,
a practiced facade of cheerful bonhomie,
unwelcome regrets return with the breeze,
visions of the future after the curses end,
a new man approaches from the mists of time,
not quite ready to shake his hand,
a gypsy queens benign smile reflects in her crystal ball,
perhaps a man will rise from the fall,
grapes are being crushed by feet for a new wine,
swords are ready to be sheathed,
disappointment and resentment look down at their future grave,
fresh fields stretching to the golden horizon await light feet,
as forests of the dead burn in the background,
final goodbyes to the ones I could not save,
a new journey will leave behind unavenged deceit,
wisdom awaits the call to reveal the profound,
seven broken mirrors will no longer curse and enslave.
Fearless sailor boy, the wide open seas are calling,
As the whistles of thrushes, when no one is talking.
Royal destiny and daring, has led you here this day,
And deep thirst for adventure, will sweep you away!
Always your heart has known, one day you'd set sail,
Into the golden horizon, where contentment prevails;
But the tears you leave behind, has caused you sighs,
Someday you'll be returning, as true love never dies!
Eventide’s splendorous motifs on blazing arc rise
Tinting golden horizon of glinting vermillion skies
Where setting sun inflames decaying gilded rays
As twilight glistens graying eve’s yellowing haze
And pewter winds rustle leaves, lilting meadows
Swaying hills of trees in rhythms of tilting shadows
Where bidding the day goodbye birds hastily fly
While enchanted in luminant sky people amble by
Reveling ebullience of nightfall glowing in moonlight
Dazzled by twinkles of stars lifting tenor of night
As nightingale’s love song enthralls nocturnal appeal
When orchestra plays above scintillating astral zeal
Quietude soon endows dreams of exuberant dawn
As the reign of moon and stars sparkles on and on
Till misty morn awakens to melodies of robin’s call
And sun rises again to walk the new day to nightfall
October 19, 2020
Placed 2nd: Collaboration with Silent One Poetry Contest
In silence the crimson sun has gone down
The twilight glimmer of the golden horizon
Holds the ashen hands of the night falling
Buds of stars sprout one by one shimmering
In satin sky
In serene sky
From the moonbeam fountain you alight
Glitter like the enticing sheen of starlight
I see you
I seek you
On the silver soaked beach of the cobalt sea
You walk in dulcet steps on the sonata of glee
I see you
I seek you
Surge of waves brings to shore strings of peals
Adorn your ivory feet with cadence of curls
From the moonbeam fountain you alight
Glitter like the enticing sheen of starlight
I see you
I seek you
An angel you walk in grace on the dream trail
Mystique face radiates aura behind stardust veil
You smile
For a while
You come dancing to embrace me so ardently
My heart beats like cascading stream of ecstasy
I hold you
I fondle you
From the moonbeam fountain you alight
Glitter like the enticing sheen of starlight
I see you
I seek you
I need
You
January 23, 2020
Contest : Sonata Lyrics
Sponsor : James Edward Lee Sr
Wind is the magical force that alerts us
To the sign that Mother Earth is alive and thus
To love all creatures
Compassion she teaches
The golden horizon, the quiet morning hush
for
I
In the distance, the fading sun
bade adieu and slipped
behind the golden horizon;
the moon slowly sneaked
from behind the ivory clouds and
greeted the ebony night.
The shadows of the day became
those of the night; flickering
shadows of the ghost of our children.
In the darkness of mind their
whispering echoes are heard—echoes
from wandering spirits whispering—
that slaughtering murders of Emmett Till
and other ebony souls be not forgotten.
Now…in the dawning hours following low twelve…
the moon faithfully waits upon the returning sun.
Indeed, it is not so much that the moon waits for day,
rather it is the rising sun…in the presence of the moon…
that breaks cosmic shackles…setting a new day afoot…
Albeit this is the nature of things in nature, we cannot wait
for the return of that freedom only God can give;
no, we can’t wait for the wrinkles of justice to be ironed out.
In the midst of old anvils of injustice and racist creeds,
we must be as strong black hammers moulding destiny now.
So rise you mighty ebon liberating warriors; now is the time and
the time is now—today justice waits to be released from bondage.
AFRICAN SUNSET
Watching the sun sinking into a golden horizon,
My heart’s glad as I watch the evening sky siphon,
The scorching heat from an African day,
Giving reprieve to all life that may,
Rest until the morrow, now a day older and wizen!
Plan A:
Build the wall high build it strong and thick.
Made of the strongest mortar and brick.
but leave the door open.
To vent evil out and keep goodness in.
I think the real problem exists.
With the Mexican government.
For hundreds of years abusing its citizens.
I say march on Mexico City by the millions.
Wave freedom banners Sierra Nevada high.
To take back your country-clean out the Stys.
Fight for your children - fight for your rights.
Prosperity and self- worth is on the golden horizon.
If that doesn't work, there is a plan B.
Tear down the wall let everyone be.
No matter their background no matter their intent.
Everyone deserves a third or fourth chance.
Let them in -Let them in - let' them in.
Matter of fact tear down every wall.
Mingle cultures and races we may just have a ball.
or it might turn into history's biggest damn brawl.
Beyond the golden horizon she dwells
lightening up more than just a dream
shadows teasingly move
along with every movement made
playing out tantalizing possibilities
where into my visions she lies
warmth
simple warmth
lain at the foot of discovery
washing the worry away
dreams
simple dreams
of the sun
where days never fade
and love sits a heartbeat away
Longing of the east,
Passion of the west,
Sweet cherries and serene blossoms
- Cherry blossoms.
The sky is a devastating pink of allure.
Fire burns upon the golden horizon.
Her jade feet are poised for an elegant flick.
A gust of wind conveying power and authority
Buffetts the stage; The world loses its colour in an instant.
The hem of her jade dress drifts dreamily.
Monsoon season, silver dew and death to speech.
Flowers wilt in floods of envy.
The immortal appears to fly towards perfection.
Drink a drink.
Dream a dream.
Dance a dance.
Beyond the golden horizon she dwells
lightening up more than just a dream
shadows teasingly move
along with the mountains
playing out tantalizing possibilities
where into my vision she'll lie
Darkness descends with
submissive amends
love just a heartbeat away
passions entwined
ethereal oils float by long
before the dewdrops subside
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