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Why limit oneself to a single color
When one can enjoy all the colors of the rainbow?
Look up and gaze at the stars. The clouds are low
But only two colors are breaking the door.
These two colors fight. They are insane
Because they don't exist on the spectrum
They are lost somewhere in the museum
Where they're too light or too dark to be seen.
White is not a color
Black is not a color
Let put things in order.
There is a gray area somewhere
I don't limit myself to one color
I love all colors and many more.
Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Written: January 19, 2024
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Love swells as a glossy plum
Love is a heavenly amethyst duet
Lambent love, a luscious lake of lulls,
Love is the genesis
of all creation sequined,
fulcrum fern,
of our symbiotic existence
Love is an alchemy
of cosmic serenades,
a strange spin sway
as a heart craves blood
even falling from a cliff
or drowning in a precipice
with love is delicious
It's vibrant-hued, bashful,
nurturing, as passion fruit
It's addiction—intoxication
uproots and shakes our roots,
It burns akin to embers
and molds you into a poet
you gladly and willingly bow
to its magical might.
Flames are blazing;
let the incense flow!
after resins hiss and vanishes
we cling to clouds,
where vapors fall and merge
whilst intense wish
and lovely yearning mingle
to light up the candles!
let slopes shine!
as hallowed naves, smells linger,
silently, we divine hand in hand
many melodies combine waves
there is no soft breath!
in choruses such as this
pure down ruins harmonies,
curls created by art and deceit
cast extra seeds into a brazier
amidst the silver flood,
senses may be able to discern
lovely, clever, drained woman.
Tent sky sapphire satin tracks
with gold moon and star icons
and set on an edge socket
topaz and malachite jars
nickel ball on a triple string
light dims our vibrant traits,
not to forget myrtle sprays!
drought will bestow prophecy
we listen on plaited hair mats.
before hospodar—known gestures,
I'm starting to grasp magic
of my early days as king.
1st place contest winner
Life is unique and different
As no fingerprint is the same
As no flower is same in design
They may have the same color
But varies in form and style.
Beauty is unique and different
Different race, different grace
Seasons affect its appearance
Fashion is beautiful in each culture taste
People's nice determine countenance.
Love is a unifying force on earth
It makes the people live in harmony
If there's love, there's God
It makes two steps synchronized
It connects two opposing poles steadily.
Career is the best source of economy
It boost country's internal copper
It develop ones skills and talents
It develops ones personality
It makes a country becomes rich.
Watching a sunset with someone who cares
Hearing the rain dance on an old tin roof
Knowing what it feels like to have her there
Spending a whole day hearing only truth
Cuddling in the morn, cuddling in the night
A heartfelt smile with a glance and a wave
Feeling her in my arms holding her tight
Knowing I will get to see her today
Taking a long drive in the countryside
Seeing her smile as we walk through the park
Feeling the sun and the wind as we ride
Watching the moon and stars right after dark
Enjoying the smell of freshly cut hay
These are the little things that make my day
1-29-20
Below on the fragmented black pavement
in their burning heat of ignorance and fear
Only their voices could reach the roses now
Outside of the room where for years nothing grew
In the air of poisonous men and women whose venom would kill a cactus
Now two thorny bushes were given a second chance to live seated in the above
Two ancient roses taken off the chest of the Earth near someone else’s abandoned beloved
On the broken asphalt road that ran under the window sill
infantile grandmothers gossiped in loud voices among themselves
Or prattled with analphabetic infants who seemed indifferent to their dead gibberish
Little wild things growing up more fruitless and savage than the threatening weeds
Once invading the flowers, little empty people far more dead inside than the roses were
Far drier and more infected, crackling with their enjoyed violence
More dead than the bones of the graveyard ossarium.
But from only water and sunshine and care the roses regained life
Now watered and clipped and fed, dry crusts on baked earthen pots rinsed off
They almost at once began to bloom sitting on the ledge over a black broken road
Only the enemy voices from that place below could reach the roses now.
But roses have no ears to hear nor tongues to speak.
Soon the holes and emptiness of all the “vuoti” of neglect were filled in
And the burned leaves and petals were replaced by new lush growth bathed in light
Little bits and pieces of inner stunning magic and magnificence peeping out
annihilation of all the past burning, forgiving their close escape from death
all negligence and abuse were now forgotten. Their beauty was saved and restored
And they gave thanksgiving and praise in silence
And they were safe for a time now perhaps.
But the fragility of beauty would exist always on that ever-present precarious edge
Of devastation and annihilation requiring constant vigilance and love
For beauty stands on the threshold to Divinity and God and God has many enemies
But through beauty we are renewed and aligned to the mind and will of God.
I'll find my love in the ocean
Mermaid-like, she will call
Her tenderness and devotion
Nurturing one and all
Over the crashing billows
Ethereal, she will roam
Reclining as if on pillows
On incandescent foam
On the backs of playing dolphins
In the call of the whales
Raising the sunfish orphans
Petting bass on the scales
Constructing on the corals
Palaces and enclaves
Settling the fights and quarrels
Under and over the waves -
I'll find my love in the mountains
Peaks of the Tian Shan
Her magnificent countenance
Like glaciers reflecting the sun
Basking in wind and sunlight
Clearing the air of dust
From sunrise and until twilight
Making the beauty last
I'll find my love in the tundra
Under the permafrost
Where would she be, I'll wonder
As I am wandering lost
Petting the polar bears
Giving them her sweet light
Lost to all worldly cares
Bringing the Earth delight
I'll find my love in the Congo
In heart of the Abyss
Seeing the fear and wrong and
Turning it into bliss
I'll find my love in the cloud
Splashing in endless blue
Vanquishing every doubt
Making the dreams come true
I'll find my love in the thunder
Rumbling through autumn air
Turning the mind from blunder
And spirit from despair
I'll find my love in the cosmos -
Heart of the Milky Way -
Playing with laws and causes
Turning the night to day
I'll find my love everywhere
And before I die
I'll send her name as a prayer
Into the clear blue sky.
Pearl in sand of marble
by
Weston Gregory
Its her eyes, its her smile,
she's a wonderful girl all
the while.
There's no doubt where ever
she goes every man wants a bly;
One set waits on the corner and
whistle when she's passing by
one's bold and step up to her
to tell her hi.
She smiles, glints her eyes
and tell them bye bye,
good nature'ly telling them
please don't try.
Where ever she goes she
stands out,
walking,
talking,
standing, she's a classy lady
that's why
She's a pearl in sand of marbles
she's the season, modestly showing
she's stable'
An essence of fragrant petal,
her charm is no fable.
In the soft glow of the evening light,
I saw you there, a breathtaking sight.
Your beauty was clear, a vision so rare,
Yet confusion struck me, deep in the air.
The scent of your perfume, a delicate grace,
Reminded me painfully of a past embrace.
It lingered like shadows from a time gone by,
A fragrance that made my heart silently sigh.
Her perfume had once filled my nights with dread,
A toxic reminder of words left unsaid.
Now your sweet scent, so unexpectedly near,
Brings back old memories, sharp and unclear.
That night, I drank deeply, seeking to drown
The hurt and the pain that had held me down.
When morning arrived, in a foggy dismay,
I questioned if it was real or a nightmare’s display.
You stood there, a vision of beauty and grace,
But the scent of the past still clouded my space.
Can I break free from the chains of old pain?
Or will the past’s perfume always remain?
In the light of the dawn, as the old shadows fade,
I wonder if love’s true path can still be laid.
Caught between memories and hopes that seem small,
Can I trust in this love or just stumble and fall?
Hold on unto me beautiful
Let me breathe in the air you breathe
Let those of your surrounding be
Ever more visible let are eyes see
Let us together share the beauty
God brought you here
Love brought you here
And Jesus is, Jesus is love
And God has not, given us the spirit of fear
I choose to continue to embrace you
Together you'll know God has sent me
And I shall pray for you
For this I must do
Let us together share the beauty
God brought you here
Love brought you here
And Jesus is, Jesus is love
Let the arms of man embrace the light
Not the night
Let the everlasting love of the Father
Encourage and endow forever always
Caring, sharing, loving, I want to be like God
And you unconditional
1/30/18
by James Edward Lee Sr
Darling you honey are a picture
goddess posing inside beholding
Kisses blushing lips pure magic
Sweetest music plays in a song babe
blossoming rose living memory
hair falling down great Niagra falls
silk fine satin, down sweetly, softly
Caressing jewels touching deep shines
Dark mysterious beauteous lips
ruby blushing red inside desires
Warmly with never ending feelings
within the softest emotions smile
everything about you darling sings
Honey draws for me a picture sun
rising love sure shines true beautiful
Pure in the west your the sun's dewdrops
crystal clear whom rises so many
smiles how I see you in the heart flies
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