Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The brain is alert and strong
Nothing can possibly go wrong
Poetry is ubiquitous
Poetry is sexy and serendipitous
Poetry is eternal
Poetry is sentimental
Poetry is empirical
Poetry is spiritual
Poetry will live forever
And Poets will never fear terror
Poets will chase away lies and put (to sleep) to bed
The truth every night for a better tomorrow
Poetry is not dead
But simply take notes to ease any sorrow
Poetry is not dead
Poetry is inordinately well-fed
Poetry is hot, super hot with Hip-Hop
Poetry is well, hot and alive
Smile, think, write, rap, read, dance and hop
And give high to all Poets: high five.
Copyright © August, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
inordinately, beauty, imagination, literature, love,
Form: Rhyme
ANTECEDENTS
espoused
in
intense
authentic
hegomony
surrounded
overwhelmed
in
solemnity
survivial
an
aftermath
retracts
to scare
but
the
individual.
little changed
remains
inordinately
heroic
anguish
&
affliction
unresolved
in
flavour
knowing
the
ill fated
supposedly
narrower
setting
lies
in
improbality
Categories:
inordinately, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Oh , how I desire universal, racial equality.
Not just forced “liberal” politically imposed. morality.
It must spring from each soul, free as a spring flower.!
Not forced to swallowed, as a lump of hard coal.
Color does not, in anyway make one superior.
Conversely., color does not make any human being, inordinately inferior..
Your abilities and intelligence. should be the only qualifications, for a job.
Not skin .color, of which the many souls, highly qualified, are indeed, robbed,
Even for a poet, such a qualification is a horrid, morbid sin.!
It takes morality, and accepting a human, for the skin they
were born in!
2/2/2023
Categories:
inordinately, discrimination, humanity,
Form: Couplet
Outside, the air has grown inordinately chill.
As the winds fatten into swirling, sweeping gales,
Snow forms into heaps, structured like mounds and hill.
Silent and solitary lie the inert sleeping vales.
Winter days are growing brief and icy cold.
Mountain peaks glisten in granulated powdery frost.
Trees devoid of leaves look so fatigued and old.
The lustrous sheen of the sun is thoroughly lost
Snow lies all around like glistening folds of silk
Snowflakes spin and dance in bedimmed light
The earth looks like an upturned barrel of milk
Winter paints the land in colors of gleaming white
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~Placed First~
Brian's Contest- You Decide
Jan.14.2023
~Placed First~
12 Lines of Rhyme-
Winter Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Categories:
inordinately, sun, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Feeling off,unmotivated as the season starts to change.Not depressed just an absence of mental vibrancy, of health itself.
Here is my plan I share with you to turn this thing around.I will wake inordinately early a shock to the system.My research shows that mindfulness imperative to aiding in the process. To lead me to renewed gratitude and hope and joy.
Exorcise is important too.Proper rest.No more no less.Nutrition not an option.The rule.
Ready or not reboot.
Categories:
inordinately, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Karma, grace, incarnation,
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.
With compost we extract what we cooperatively invest,
both nature with my nurture,
through Ego's intent
and Earth's Logical polycultural nutrient-praxis.
Soil and humane nature's egosoul enrichment
as bicultural co-redemption
compost two layers
of one ecotherapeutic process;
Browns are decomposing Yin function
and Greens are resonant resolving Yang form.
Just-right balance cooperative water,
avoids dehydration and toxins,
and gently stir BiLateral Time
daily CoPresent
Endo/EctoSymbiotic
Earth-(0)-Soul TransFormation.
I've become inordinately attached
to cooperative health-trends
of EgoMe without EcoWe
as one of my less-well-performing compost piles.
Even so, we keep stirring.
Categories:
inordinately, culture, health, humanity, humor,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
The world's abuzz with soccer
Though I couldn't give a hoot.
I wouldn't even have a clue
For which team I should root.
The bars are packed with rousing fans;
I don't begrudge their cheers,
But I prefer a tennis match
To savor with my beers.
I'd also watch the Yankees play
'Cause baseball's what I know,
Though baseball-haters claim the game's
Inordinately slow.
So while the teams do battle
With the World Cup as the prize,
I'll find a book or other show
To occupy my eyes.
Categories:
inordinately, soccer,
Form: Rhyme
A Dog On the Bed
By Elton Camp
Kevin was inordinately fond of his hound
So it was in his bed the canine was found
Even after Kevin got married
Still in the bed the dog tarried
His wife said, “I’m tired of odor and fleas.
Get that dirty mutt off of our bed, please!”
So Kevin reluctantly told his wife okay
But the dog continued sleeping that way
She spit out, “He’s more important than me.
So it’s in the guest bedroom that I’ll be.”
“You can come a visit me there,
But don’t bring that bag of hair!”
Because the dog scratched with his feet
Kevin’s surrender of the bed was complete
To the dog alone the bed was kept
It was on the floor that Kevin slept
His wife ran away with his college friend
Such devotion to a dog his marriage did end
Categories:
inordinately, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Drifting in my own sweet
bubble all these years, thinking
everything is crystal clear, as
clear as the view from within..
all of a sudden, it seemed
pellucid, tried figuring out what
was going wrong.. gave every
detail a lot of thought, but I
was inordinately disappointed..
Tried letting go, tired not
thinking too hard.. One
morning, startled, I find my
feet sensing the rugged earth..
woke up into an entirely
unfamiliar phase, one filled
with bitterness and negativity,
seemed like a whole new
puzzle to me.. What I feel right
now is a mélange of emotions -
mystified, taken aback,
strange, claustrophobic,
vulnerable, chilled to the bone..
Reality finally dawned upon
me, realised that the pellucid
bubble was a sign, a warning..
My sweet bubble had
disappeared, again signalling
me to go ahead, whispering to
me that it has made me strong,
pushing me to face the reality
as time has come for me to put
together the zillion lessons and
fly high on my own... I know its
going to be tough, but I know
I'll shine.. Thank you Bubble..
Categories:
inordinately, dedication,
Form: I do not know?