VERTIGINOUS VIRTUOSO-:-
whirling
wunderkinds
ingenuous
spiraling
paroxysmally
in a THRILL of EXACTITUDE
exceling
apogeal
moments
perpendicular
vanguards
of the ARTWORKS and CURIOS
galleries
sanctum
exhibitions
declivus
gradient
an annoyed angry acorn
befriended bewildered buttercup
creating constructive alliance
daffodil danced in delirious delight
enthusiastically excited at extraordinary unity
friendships in forest formed in freedom’s frenzy
garden greeted this evolution gratefully
high jinx happened as happiness increased
ingenuous idealism is alive in Iowa and Indiana
jubilant juries justified joyfulness
an Oviellejo*
A quiet explosion of joy today
a bursting bouquet,
your old smile a comforting reminder
of a much kinder
time when life was just beginning to bloom;
ingenuous loom
just beginning to weave life’s droll costume,
the facade we learn to wear as disguise,
but for now your smile is a nice surprise ~
a bursting bouquet of a much kinder ingenious loom.
*An Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line up to 5 syllables. The last line is a "redondilla," a "little round" that collects all three of the short lines.
Neurodivergent Rogue One
Rouge as one, on a solo run.
From glossy glades to mossy mountains.
From treeman to technoman
From trycore to hardcore.
From wet streets to dirt drifts.
From urchin to fortune.
From chaos evil to chaos
From inconvenience to ingenuous.
From arteriovenous to intravenous.
From keeping thyme to literal flow of rhyme.
dashing prancer to dancing lancer.
From the A to the One I am the Rogue One.
_~ Benjamin Luke Aguas
Express yourselves unabashedly my friends
Because no one can honestly give you a grade
Write your poems with your own hands
Make them natural, beautiful and homemade.
Don’t worry about foes, faux, aliens and others
Just do what you need to do my friends
To find good, fair, impartial or sagacious readers
Be creative or innovative to embark on your own trends.
All poems are important, relevant and famous
All poems are born from a particular or divine inspiration
Be bold, brave, controversial, generous and ingenuous.
Bias exists even in literary art poetry. Ignore the laughs
Continue writing. This world is full of odds, hurdles and gaffes
Be happy! It’s needless to yearn for a standing ovation.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my friend, Juan Felix Of Orlando and others.
Juan, I wish you a speedy recovery. You're in my thoughts, prayers and poems.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
METAPHYSICAL MARVELS
The impromptu ,from another age
down to earth,ingenuous.conceits
..so bittersweet
It's so fragile, stately and tall...
standing alone in the middle
of the dry sand so brittle;
a puff of wind can make it fall!
The whiff of rain
is carried by the vagrant clouds,
build it, boy with quick hands;
it's already sundown!
It's the ingenuous creation
of the smallest castle;
what a perfect imitation...
giving it an image too humble!
Ah, know before hand
anything built on sand
will soon end up into the roaring sea:
waves are cruel, they accept no plea!
One day while working in his lab, Einstein was teaching his student
The student was in awe of the brilliance of the genius
The youngster had an idea he thought to be prudent
Trying to outwit Einstein, one might say...to be ingenuous
The youngster made a bet, declaring to pay five dollars if he couldn't figure out the answer to Einstein's question
But if Einstein couldn't answer his question, he would pay him five hundred dollars
"Bet on" replied Einstein
So, Einstein asks the youngster a question he couldn't possibly answer
The youngster reaches in his pocket and gives him five dollars
That was a question that only a great mind as yours would be able to answer
But let me ask you... what has three legs, runs up a mountain...and comes down with five legs?
Einstein is puzzled and could not answer the question- so he reaches in his pocket and gives the youngster five hundred dollars
After giving him the money Einstein asks the youngster- "so what is the answer to the question"
Smiling happily, the youngster reaches in his pocket and gives Einstein another five dollars
The night you left with our love's withered flower,
the gloomy sky was falling down in strong shower.
In the soft streetlight I saw your sodden silhouette
disappear behind the rain screen, I couldn’t forget.
The scene got trapped in the maze of my memory,
weaved for years the tapestry of our untold story.
I thought someday I’d unfold it in my poem new,
the only one I’d dedicate to our times and to you.
Memory has an ingenuous habit of making dream,
appearing in vista of sleep, unreal they don’t seem.
One night my eyes on edge of siesta see you return,
the way you departed, made my mute heart churn.
I open the door to let you in to embrace you again
in the desolate dark night , pierced by pouring rain.
I stand alone hit by the splashes of cold water spray,
as I dream I hold you in my arms, won’t let you stray.
________________
August 10, 2022
Contest : As I Dream
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose
LITERARY FORM
the suspense
sealed
unexpected
then unmasked
imitative
with exploited variations
influential concepts
innocence
templated
remains
chronicled &experimental
intermittent
yet ultimate
but
seemingly discovered
an aspect unreasoned
yet
pure
relevant &equivalent
ingenuous
daring&
yet defying
cryptic interpretation
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Water peeps, first; seeps in then; flows fluently fast,
Fills the courtyard; gets into our homes; pools unasked;
Checks the shelves and cupboards; as though a C.I.D,
Or authorized Income-Tax Officer on raid...!
Knees-level; we look through windows; Water! Water!
Huts half-sunk; trees river-engulfed; liquid terror!
Breeze, as though annoyed, howls, prowls, blows tempestuous!
Humbly break and fall boughs of trees ingenuous...!
Snakes, centipedes, millipedes, poisonous lizards,
Congregate as per species; torment as hazards;
Electric lines broken; communication blocked,
We find ourselves in lone islands; existence shocked...!
Rays of hope within, yet, in corners of heart, glows,
We all start helping each other; breeze of love blows;
Floating trunks turn lifebuoys, saving the drowning,
Amid flood, meaning of life turns as life-giving...!
27 January 2022
A STRAND (1060) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Childhood, the glory of pure innocence
A boon blessed by His omnipotence
Nonpareil and priceless gift to a child
Like a lamb delicate, gentle and mild.
An endless and inexhaustible bliss
A gifted phase that one should never miss
Immaculate souls of cute juveniles
Where He finds Himself in their beaming smiles
Icons for ingenuous happiness
Blossoming little hearts with loving kindness
Unstained with the impurities of world
Let the petals of dreaming buds unfurled.
Never sketch thy huge plans for their future
Let them grow under the blue in nature
Never take their childhood in to thy hand
Let them have bliss of heaven on this land.
Picture: 3
Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date: 11-11-2021.
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
Lost in garnet glow, within crimson shadows,
eyes in you see continence, bold, unerring;
where, in truth, ingenuous virtue harbors.
I see you sleeping.
Yet, unbidden innocent thoughts turn rancid,
craving hunger, withering dreams of honor.
Cold in lust are fantasies born from sorrow,
driveling sorrow.
Ice envelops spurious hearts when love wilts.
Passion's roses, petalless, lie infertile,
endless waiting, hopelessly, always waiting
love to now answer.
Dream in gentle slumber of sweetened ardor;
for, in you is virtuous faithful rapture.
Sentimental visions of love remains, as
virginal hearts throb.
06/28/2020
Intoxicating Poison
Host: Edward Ibeh
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
UP ON THE VERANDA
Up on back veranda
Near the old wooden steps,
Looking out to milking shed
Old Ma Stewart sat alone in her chair,
Rocking ever so gently,
Not a sound originated,
Her gaze fixated
To the ground in front.
Old Ma Stewart
Was one not to mess about,
When it came to
Getting things done
On her own accord,
And this was the case,
And the case in being,
Was what underneath
And beneath her feet?
She had seen it go there and under
Three mornings ago,
Then Old Ma Stewart in the ways
Of ingenuous country folk,
Had placed a saucer of milk
Next to wooden veranda steps,
And each morn as the brute
Came out to drink,
And to lick its lips,
Not ever noticing saucer
A little further out each day,
And on the fourth morn;
Old Ma Stewart gently
Rocked back and forth,
Her saucer of milk in place,
Then as the brute
Came out and about
Looking forward for another feed,
And at the moment of licking lips
Olde Ma Stewart SPRANG!
And she wasn’t going to miss
Lopping off with shovel
This mongrel’s head.
And the head
Of this black six-foot monster,
Now in victory
Hanging on the fence;
Next to shearing shed.
Francis Cooper – Mac © 2018
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