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One sunny afternoon, I coiled
in the grass, and later wriggled
my way through the woods,
though scaly and limbless I am,
yet uniquely created and
outstanding among beasts.
My charming rhythmic
movement caught the attention
of the hunter, who though struck
by awe, yet desired my lurid
green scales.
On approaching me, the glitter of my
divinely adorned skin, revealed in the
pasture land by the scorching
rays of the tropical sun, calmed his fevered
nerves.
There never was such natural
beauty ever seen by him, in fact if he
were deeply inclined to his ancestral beliefs,
perhaps he would have numbered me with the gods.
Neither the lilies of the valley nor
the garden of roses
in their astonishing array of colours
could my beauty be likened to.
"What manner of creature?" said he,
"long beautiful belt-like features
fit to adorn the tunics of a goddess.
Yet he sojourns like a priceless
jewel in the midst of the thorny woods.
But who could he possibly be? A fallen angel?
A reptile with a two-forked tongue? A mermaid
on the terrestrial? Or even Lucifer himself,
the fairest of angels all?"
"But I for the thick woods went,
for fear of an age-old foe,
wriggling steadily, steadily along the path,
ready to vanish from
his dreadful sight".
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
graceful under the midnight moon skyline
honored to present its most fragrant rose
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
with an array of sweet columbine
how their perfumes sweetly tickle my nose
Under starlight my love only grows
always the fond memory of sweet Adeline
and her heart without ribbons and bows
Forever inclined to poetry and prose
connecting the dots to my lifeline
long for love while avoiding stray arrows
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
gingerly on this path that is mine
time flies as rife opportunity flows
Torn between past and future I suppose
when breeze and memories intertwine
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
honored to present its most fragrant rose
AP: 1st place 2020, 2nd place 2020
Submitted on July 9, 2020 for contest MONTH OF THE YEAR I LIKE MOST sponsored by MOHAN CHUTANI - RANKED 8TH
It was a week ago that I was out last, because my daughter and I went out to
run errands and eat lunch together. How the trees and other scenery have changed in just
one week. The Bradford blooming pear trees are in full array, some reblooming Irises were
gorgeous in their purple dresses reminding me of Easter. My husband would have been de-
lighted to be planting early things like potatoes, onions, cabbages, and turnips in the garden.
My daughter and I enjoyed the warmth and a nice meal. Then we returned home. Upon seeing
my front yard, I immediately know that my husband would have already got the lawn mower
running and would have cut the yard where now a....
profusion
lavender beauty....
henbit blooms
You cannot break me for I am already broken.
My Silence is powerful it is now my chosen token.
The verbal abuse you array at me before all.
Only shows you how weak you are and how small.
My back is turned as I Walk away from your diatribe.
Only illuminates the real pain you hide inside.
My heart breaks for you as you cannot see
How extraordinary special you are to all you meet.
Your darkest days of pain lie ahead
Bringing forth loneliness that you so dread.
So, my lovely friend, my mate, my love of my life.
I will come back to comfort you during your internal strife.
I will sit beside you and say nothing but just to be there.
Holding all your tears in my heart for I truly do care.
Now my love you truly understand how I feel.
My silence is still powerful for it can heal.
I am An advocate of emancipation, esp. the emancipation of slaves
Free your mind
Free your spirit
Free your soul
Proportion-ably
Proportionally
What!!
Help me! Lord
Understandably to understand
Free me from myself
Ever more so
Stigmatist
One believed supernaturally impressed with the marks of Christ's wounds
Heal my hurts and wombs, O ' God
O'GOD FREE ME FROM MYSELF
Craniognomy
And with my big head science form and characteristics of the skull
Photometric of Photometrical
Vacuums sucking up reality reactions
Perfectible mankind's directions capable of becoming, or being made, perfect
What?
Purify To make pure or clear from defilement,
To free from extraneous or noxious matters as, to purify the blood
Engage our hearts, minds, spirit soul in(with) love
To free from guilt or moral defilement
As, to purify the heart
To free from ceremonial defilement
Emancipationist
I am An advocate of emancipation, esp. the emancipation of slaves
O'GOD FREE ME FROM MYSELF
Free my mind
Free my spirit
Free my soul
Proportion-ably
Proportionally
What!!
Help me! Lord
Understandably to understand
Free me from myself
Purify a language disarray
I want a array or regular order disorder confusion, WHAT??
What!! Help me! Lord
O'GOD FREE ME FROM MYSELF
Understandably to understand
Free me from myself
6/16/18
You left
After death
Knocked at your door
No need to say more.
We painfully grieved
We recited your poems.
We cried like grown kids
As you lay
Silently surrounded
By a dazzling array of orchids
You said nothing
Phenomenal Darling.
We quietly grieved
We listened to your poems.
As you lay in state
Speechlessly surrounded
By good wishers who love you
Many poets paid tribute to you
You were phenomenally gifted
And blessed
May you rest in peace!
Now we understand your poems
We know why you had to leave.
Death came
You were neither ashamed
Nor afraid to go on the journey
Today is your day
And ours will come soon
Under a somber moon
Let us reminisce
You will surely be missed
My Darling
The bells rang
Good morning.
Copyright© June 7, 2014 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Written: November 22, 2025,
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I cherish the solemn stillness of the night,
where veils of mist cloak the moon's pale face.
Its threadbare curtain, a tiara slight,
of sanctity and shadowed grace.
There, catharsis prowls in whispered tone,
a voice that has faded yet still unabated.
Though death has seized its throne,
hope's luster gleams, amaranthine, fated.
Wretchedly wilted, the petiole lies,
hubris humbled in dismal decay.
Yet dreams, those viceroys of disguise,
transform burdens into light’s array.
And only sleep, at fate’s silent behest,
Unbinds the soul’s relentless, stubborn chain.
From hecatombs of grief confessed in chest,
To wisteria’s bloom, soft peace regained.
The window lets in an odd solitary ray of light,
Of timid color, a cusp between twilight and night.
It lands hesitatingly on the golden tip of my pen,
and then blasts into the iris of my eye, half open.
Startled, I squint but soon realise its but a reminder,
That the affairs of the day, I should soon surrender,
And be on my way, to the place I call home,
For it'll be a few hours of a tiring roam,
Through the gentle gloam before I can see its dome.
‘No, no, it’s too early,’ I grievingly mutter.
As I try to gather the notes scattered asunder,
From a pale and oft molested whiteboard,
To weave them into a crisp, meaningful report.
One that I must present in the new-born morn,
Not sleepy eyed, to eagle eyed executives of power,
Attired smart, in a confident and assured tone,
Their queries must I field, without a cower.
It had ripped me from my sleep, the phone,
With its unrelenting wail at dawn,
At it again, with a sweet jingle and a message lone,
With goosebumps, on me it does finally dawn,
That I will be a prisoner of my chair until dawn.
I shake and then scratch my head; i blink and then close my eyes,
It’s too much to cram in too short a time, they cry.
I slam my fists and then take a deep breath,
to let those fumes of anger dissipate,
and let my fingers dance on the plastic array of alphabets.
At half past ten, with my eyes heavy and swollen,
I decide to reclaim what’s left of the day,
And be on my way, to the place I call home,
For it'll be a few hours of a tiring roam
Through the rainy night before I can see its dome.
Its half past two, before I hit the bed,
With the after taste of a hastily devoured supper, in my mouth,
I steal a quick glance at the screen, out of habit,
With a frown, I shake and then scratch my head,
No revert yet, on the 'urgent' report.
Four hours hence, the phone wails again,
Jolted from my sleep, I blink and then rub my eyes,
‘Sorry, but could you stop by a bit early?’ he prays,
In despair, I rip me from my sleep, to begin yet another day.
Should it happen that someday they're seeking struggling bards,
To compose appropriate verse for Hallmark Christmas cards,
I think that I should like to summarily submit,
The following mots for their consideration, TO WIT:
(1) 'Tis so nice to receive a colorful array of Christmas cards,
From kith and kin sending their warmest Noel regards.
I'm sparing you the twaddle of an annual Christmas letter,
Because I think this simple card expresses my greetings better!
(2) I pray Yule have a joyous Christmas with your relations,
And that Santa will more than meet your expectations!
'Tis the Season for joy, never for feeling sad or blue.
That'll come, dear friend, when the credit card bills are due!
(3) As you dream and reminisce by the glowing fire,
May all good things come to pass for which you aspire!
Tho' it has been said many ways, I can't be more sincere.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
(4) May your heart be filled with hope and mirth,
As you celebrate the dear Savior's birth!
May your home be filled with naught but love and joy,
As you celebrate the birthday of that Special Little Boy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
yes . .
i like to linger in words
and the way
they caress the sky
in poetic array
but,
there are days when peace finds me,
and i get lost in the simple things
that most take for granted
like,
a pinwheel smile
that somehow tickles the lonely,
one spotlight dance
forever cheering the soul,
even the precious joy of
Puddles . .
a place where laughter
continues to splash
and where my heart,
will always remain
___________________
thoughts from the heart
~ just a little scribble ~