Long Aorta Poems
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an average of 2,830 cubic meters
per second of rich silt
forms an alluvial plain
spreads outward in a fan shape
from sedimentary deposit whereby
ancient Egyptian civilizations got built
adorning arid topography invaluable
like aorta pumping blood at the nape
of the neck, yet analogous context
engendered engineering feats without guilt
whereby artisans, craftsmen,
early geographers illustrated in frieze and drape
frozen timeless statuary exhibiting
phenomenal abilities to the hilt
associated from mainspring within
fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape
which longest river often overflows
banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt
feeding the rift valley and allowing,
enabling and providing peoples to dominate
flooding the history of mankind
with accomplishments that marvel even today
epitomized by innovations -
alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create
baffling historians how each mortise and tenon
snug as a bug in a rug mortise and tenon block
construed edifices persons did intricately lay
perfect with near geometric exactitude
ranks as wonder of webbed wide world great
faint hints of daily trials and tribulations
recorded for posterity in clay
or shards of broken pottery pieced togethe
coupling revelations a mosaic plate
which functional artifacts
provided dietary staples
to pagan spirits populace did pray.
It’s been too long since I sang the song
Of the runner down the road;
Losing cares to wind in the hair
And a river that always flows. Winding
And wistfully, like a lover
In the dark; aorta racing, footsteps
Pacing ‘round the park.
Stirring up old memories
Of fitful, youthful years;
Despite the pounds and pounding now
I’m grateful to be here. Able still
To find a rhythm, a cadence in my bones;
Though older now I feel somehow
Much younger running
Down the road…Tomorrow’s
Not quite here yet and today’s
Not disappeared;
But the sunset I see running free
Is enough to help me steer. Home
In the right direction where
I lie down and rest;
It’s been too long since I sang the song
Of the heart beat in my chest.
An arrow pierced my beating heart
While deep in rapt repose;
Waking me from my memories
Of Milvian Bridge I suppose.
It struck straight in my aorta
Bludgeoning me to death;
Until I woke up sweetly praying
Underneath my dying breath.
I could hear the shouts of anguish
Desolation, mortal pain;
Brought upon us one and all
From our great king, Constantine.
Who came to fight Maxentious,
Roman Emperor of renown;
The lines were drawn and dies were cast:
Brave men were going down.
We forty thousand troops from Gaul
Headed straight away towards Rome;
And when we reached the River Tiber
A flaming cross was shown.
High up in the royal rafters where
The Savior rose from His grave,
Our king declared allegiance there
And Christianity was made.
While we fought like men and brothers
Bleeding buckets to the bones;
And when the fight was finally over
My thoughts returned to home.
All in my sweet slumber
While waking from this dream;
An arrow pierced my beating heart
Once again, or so it seems.
im irish
outta new york
your 2 turn in a table
gutter pork
fake brass rings detailing how
wedding ventures
meet her news cow
ill and straight
the dhali llama's
trying to show you
how nazi's brew
throw in one jew
now celebrate the kings wife
she's hung like dmx on top of kobe
these are some objectives and adjectives
help sums grow up
grewsome's is a vowel
mispaced the sentence
outside your lyricist, my old acquaintance
clauses and gangs go back like jezebel
she his daddy, he dont ask for lunch
dumping registers at confession
the worlds gonna die
hes torching fella's
back to the doctoring
thats he has a phd
in patching news in
just as the aorta implodes
now momma's family used to drive mr patton
gotta clue about how robotic his dvr habits
i all alone, my lifes work is about housing laws
just for the hell of it, i'll describe why
people grow up in democracy
get flushed out in american
thats a credit card
nazi's embezzled our granparents with 'em
like holocaust bars
same old owner on the ship
rocking chairs and social security hips
oldest cons in the game
very honest
still nobody to guillotine and blame
his bank account never dark budgets
me im a egotistical calculator in your village
Roll up, roll up for 'Body Floss',
it's brand new on the shelves,
we've tried it and like it so much
we use it on ourselves,
It's compact and affordable
may I point out at this junction
that it comes in different colours and
performs some different functions.
Apart from dental use where it will clear out
meal remains,
you can shove it up your backside and it
will help unblock your drains.
Push it through one ear, through your head
from other side, pull out,
it wipes out nasty memories,
and those old lingering doubts.
Absorbed into your bloodstream
through your gut and it will start
to sail through your Aorta and mend any broken hearts.
Please make sure before using these
products you inspect 'em,
especially if the last time used was
somewhere up your rectum.
Terms and conditions apply.
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March 19th 2018
We are at the world's edge
Playing non-stop on reed
Along the lyrics of natural nerds
Singing solemnly aloud to no end
With courage, strength and gut, we fledge
Upon all it throws cum concurrent need
We put the flag of fitness on substantial words
Giving all to the moment per chance cum luck to contend
In the hopeful grace that endangers mind's den
Either our says are blue or our minds, red
Our DOS will glee come what may to adhere
To our souls' operating systems regarding gene
Shout out to men on pen
Boys are not stone yet not dread
But are readily fit to contend without fear
Be it in Apomu, London, or even Eugene
It is either we win or battles rend
But no surrender not even for greed
Of pasture which mortal wants green
Of which everyone has become an aorta
That accompany the mysteries pens trend
In this peaceful tease is my awesome breed
A figure of troubled bliss pecking fate's serene
Gracefully, I belong to this wonderful "M" genre.
It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
The way you talk
The way you walk
The way you touch
The rainbow of my soul
Oh! I love you so much
You know very well that I am not a fool
I am a connoisseur who loves class
Intelligence, beauty, elegance, and style
You fit that profile and you passed
All the tests with a gentle smile.
You make me walk on the air
You cause me to denude, to bare
Everything out from the depth
Of my soul. To me, you are a myth
An alluring angel without wings
A genuine saint without halo and rings
I want to be with you to marry you tonight
I want to love you forever my love, that’s right
You are my sunshine on cloudy days
You are my moonlight when I am dazed
You are my compass, my beacon
You are my darling, my mignonne.
I love absolutely everything about you
You are my beer at night, my honeydew
When it is too hot to breathe, to relax
My red wine after dinner; your style rocks
You are it, the elixir, so to speak
You make me reach my peak
You are without a doubt my moon after dark
And my laser cane in the beautiful park
Of life. I love the way you talk to me
The way you touch me, the way you rock me.
You are my eternal inspiration
The woman of ideas and actions
You are the flowers of spring and summer
You are my honey, my pride and honor
Let me admire you, let me give you an infinite kiss
You are my sunshine, and of course, my eternal bliss
It is the freshness of your saliva
Which thrills and tickles my aorta
It is your style
It is your smile
The way you talk
The way you walk.
Copyright © August 1998, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I have braved the river of truth just to see what you would do,
I have passed through the sea of time just to see if you were mine
But hope lingers on the days gets longer and the moments get closer
And hearts meet silently in the village at the end of the street.
I have braved the wind and the rain, just to see what is happening over there but nothing has changed, all I can see is your four-chambered heart looking at me through the dark and the two ventricles operating in a double circulatory system .What on earth is going on I am trying desperately to understand I have to take out the science book and search diligently through the cook book before my emotions betrays me.
I have braved the fire in my soul to walk with you before I grow old, I have examine the chambers in the human frame just to see if the color inside were the same, the right ventricle pumps blood into the pulmonary circulation to the lungs and the left ventricle pump systematic circulation through the aorta the main and largest artery in the human body.
The aorta distributes oxygenated blood to all parts of the body through a systematic circulation of the left ventricle. And the valves keeps opening and closing.
Now I know where you stand we will walk hand in hand and sing a melodious song until we cross over, the gap between them has opened and it will take several thousand mile before he cross the bridge, I can enjoy a slow across the bridge and enjoy the company of my new found friend, we will spend quiet times underneath the lights and close the bridge just before mid-night; we just have a few days to go before we celebrate the success of the show. Reach out and touch the lover's heart.
Blue people around a table—
gloves, nets, gowns, everything is blue.
He was just waiting for a call,
Maybe his life was hung up too?
They removed his glorious crown,
a crown placed on his head his birth.
The cold scalpel moved its way down,
skipping everything from the dirt.
It found something full of the soul,
Almonds! they saw sorrow, cried out.
It was never your fault at all.
It's never wrong to be cowards.
A bird locked in a nested cage,
Cries, cries, cries! The veins cried out blood!
Flowers bloom from a ripped out page,
It never hurts when it's at dawn.
A glance, a touch, a cut to thrive,
All they could see were broken strings,
But they didn't know how to tie.
Maybe they should leave it as is?
Fly high, my innocent white dove.
Stitches close what we could've been,
but for now, please remove your gloves.
The time of death: 4:59.
You can have my corpse and my worms,
Oh but what did you do that for?