Gems when polished
Gives you treasure
You don't expect.
Gems stone weight
As ornament
In jewelries.
Gems adorn girls
Shining, blooming
Precious like gold.
Gems are jewels
Hid as heirloom
In treasure box.
Talk of jewelries
Of all the accessories
Smile is the best.
It’s my first reigning color
dazzling around my dance floor
It brightens my mind and soul
from its most attractive call.
Giving me smiles every morning
that’s sunshine--warm and refreshing
In my garden are great delights
favorite flowers shine so bright!
Just across my garden fence
are golden showers-- so dense
At the gate are big sunflowers
with yellow bells are real stunners!
Come and pick some marigolds,
goldenrods and daffodils, behold!
While gardening, I wear yellow dress
with gold jewelries, no more no less.
Yellow is my new time favorite
Brilliant color, so lovely and sweet
If you take yellow from my outfit
I’ll whine, walk out and finally quit.
sixth of May 2023 3.41pm
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I will ring all the bells
For your anniversary
I will take out of my pockets
Fancy and pretty exotic jewelries.
I will accompany myself with my guitar
To charm, serenade and entertain you
Oh! Yes, I'll light up all the lighthouses
To greet you as the queen of the valley.
Oh! It's your birthday, the sky will be starry
Tonight you'll strut your stuff in your colorful dress
At the restaurant, you and I will sip fine good wines.
Oh! Dear friend, it's your birthday, it’s your party
A thousand bouquets of lilies will be in our presence
Oh! Beautiful friend, for you, I will invoke all the saints.
P.S. Translation of “Sonner Toutes Les Cloches Pour Ton Anniversaire”
Par Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © December 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
In an isolated island where most people are fishermen, life was so hard. One morning near the shore, a genie from a floating lamp appeared before a hundred fishermen and asked each one of them for a wish. Everyone got his chance and had his wish. Ninety-nine fishermen asked for money, clothes, boats, houses, jewelries and other material things. For the one hundredth and last fisherman, he only asked for a tree -- a coconut tree.
Floating lamp, above the surface waves
Fishermen grump, under the water paves
Impossible dreams, in any way unreachable
Imagination streams, in every way achievable.
(Prosebite)
You don’t miss me
And me neither Missy
Life is full of shocks and surprises
To the foodies, everything is about business
These atypical days: power, money, jewelries
Fad, vanity, cars, valuables and properties.
Mwe, on the other hand, I am about
Love, respect, decency and a lot
Of interesting intangible stuff
You don’t think that ‘enough is enough’
Life is full of surprises and shocks
As the sea is, without a doubt, full of sharks.
Nothing under the sky is eternal
Everything under this huge tunnel
Will one day turns to fine dust
Nothing tangible is a dire must
For my ego. I care solely about humans
Knowledge, books, papers, pencils and pens.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The fountain of God's love
Her thighs are the roots of cotton tree
And the ground on which my feet first tasted
Her hands are the gravity that held me
when I thought I could fly without wings
Her fingers still taste like raindrops on my heated body
The circulated winds from her nostrils
beathe life
in her smiles-- I see twinkling stars
beautiful flowers from the top of Everest
in her veins-- I see oceans upon oceans
oceans that tide with the peaceful hands of wave
Her face holds the brightness of the sun
as it escorts itself every morning
In her eyes-- I see winging butterflies being chased by Blue Jay
and tiger happily racing with antelope
As the branches of her eyelashes stand tall above
Her chest holds waterfall canals
That flow down from mountains built in heaven
In the heart of nature--I see jewelries
Gold, diamonds that smile with love
She is as green as Amazon forest
The sky shows her eyes
And her body is Sahara
Nature lives in her
With a flowing mane of a raven black
hair
His blue burning eyes
Burning deep into her vein
Twice and more he had come to her
He had open his sag of diamonds
Diamond and jewelries of the sun
Poured at her feet for a show of his passion
Tears of the moon gathered in his eyes
Yet she turns her back in pains and tears
Again in tears of genuine passion
He told her his longing for her
He'd promised riches and Glory
"Take all and me" he said
Hitherto she turned from him
The diamonds and jewlries left to lay
They lay on the grass and become flowers
As she refused and turn from him
Turning with hate and love
Love so burning in her veins
For she could only stick to her price of love
Years had passed before he came the last time
Yet again with bags of gifts
Gifts so rich he had poured at her feet
This time he spoke love to her
Shimmering tears that could only be wiped with her hair
She wept sour and in deep bitterness
"It is now too late" my proud Prince
For she now pledged her life for another
Her price was love and never
Never a bag of diamond than love.
©Michael Edison
18/5/016 @10:26am
Green
Gnome
Treasure
Under tree
Hiding a secret
Unfolding a revelation
Greed chained magical creature refusing to exit
Expiring embracing a wood chest that contains jewelries and coins robbed to farmers
4-20-2016
Wealthy he was, but not healthy
Hundred of wives he had in his days
One thousand concubines he chased
Diamond and gold he bought to himself
To his wives, kids, and friends he bought jewelries
Of all time cars and mansions he purchased
All these he had except but two little things
To the stature he had he couldn’t add a cubit
To his days on earth he couldn’t add a length
Sheltered in the south of the south,
its culture breathed out the dance of love to the world.
Once established,
as the historic natural park for gigantic dinosaurs
with the earth’s tail attached to its field
and a familiar friend to continental extremities
both in elevations and in the measure of cold and heat.
Even with its tender voice and closed influence
its hands have contributed
to the beautiful jewelries of the globe’s spark.
The first scores of Cristiani’s animation
and pioneering crime’s neck breaker
through the Axe of finger-printing;
also a well watered green yard for cosmetic manipulations
but yet marred with Anorexia and battles of the mind.
So much flowers with few thorns
classify this blessed home with sons like Diego and Lionel.
People live in different lives and different ways;
Live with different languages and different countries,
Some are living in the world of riches and wealthy;
While some are struggling and drowning in poverty.
Rich people care no more than their money,
They cared more on their beloved property;
Expensive jewelries, cars, yacht or fabulous mansions,
Enjoying luxurious life, sitting in high positions.
While poor people are facing the battle of poverty,
They're begging for penny or food for their hungry tummy;
Working so hard and too much for a little salary,
Doesn't matter as long as they can buy what they need daily.
But people have common things that we can barely see,
They are so busy running their own life and family;
They're working for the money and want a high salary,
Compete each other, to get a higher level in society.
The Nkporo Maidens
Are waiting down the great street
Of perfection to be crowd with
Love for their honourable deeds
I watched them danced yesterday
At the Agbala with their bangles
and jewelries.
Their breast stood in happiness
Later Each began to go up and down
In salute to the Audience
Their bodies answering the call of their feelings
Their were spirited in the thunder of perfection
Sparkling like the sun
I think they were the best to none
As i watched them entangled in the dance
Our deities their were, the lilies of our lives
No one does it better than those
Maidens from Nkporo who tells a fascinating
Stories with the movement of their bodies.
The Most Important Thing
A placid afternoon, lazy Sunday
When things seem to stood still
Reading my thoughts
Surmising
About the most important thing before
LEAVING!
Not my crystals
Not my bank accounts
Not my properties
Not my jewelries
Not my beauty
Not my fame
LOVE is the most important thing!
Everyone calls her ‘bad’
I’ve never seen her sad,
She is vivid on own fad,
For her I am mad!
Her lips are tangerine from beetle stains,
Her fingertips contain henna stains,
Watching her I evaporate my stains.
When she is in pain, it really rains.
She is a dark woman, whom all hates,
She is a taboo, whom they tolerate,
I want to tear up her outer façade.
She wears a coiled “bindi” on her forehead,
She is miles away from being sacred,
Still, she doesn’t deserve this much hatred.
She chews tobacco with areca nuts,
She pops tobacco and cashew nuts,
Everybody hates the way she smacks,
Kohl pencil makes her eyes dark,
Her attitude makes her ever darker,
I hope her “bindi” glows in the dark,
She demolishes all the perks.
For her, I am total jerk.
I love her silver jewelries,
She, herself is a revelry,
I love the sound of her bangles,
I love the way her waist-chain dangles.
She beads traditional woman tattoo on skin,
She doesn’t live in anyone else’s skin.
Her forehead accumulates the power,
She is the solo woman in sun-shower,
She is a mix of sacred and secret,
She is never a taboo,
She is life’s hullabaloo,
She is the hymn of voodoo!!
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