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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I stand amidst the stillness of the graveyard and browse
My unbearable anguish like drooping flowers surge,
Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs,
While hungry birds fly round twittering a plaintive dirge.
The old oak tree now denuded from all its green leaves
Time pass, forlorn eerie mist descends hiding the grave
Then sparkling white snow flutter down, thus my heart bereaves,
Bringing on hopelessness that dear life can never save.
No flowers by request she always maintained and said.
I could not bear to see others hide her from my view,
I disobeyed her and covered her with roses red.
Memories flooded my mind with thoughts that I pursue.
In the pain stillness of my heart, I know death does part
But like the nude oak tree, no one can refill my heart.
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; " Samuel Taylor..
I stand amidst the stillness of the graveyard and browse
My unbearable anguish like drooping flowers surge,
Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs,
While hungry birds fly round twittering a plaintive dirge.
The old oak tree now denuded from all its green leaves
Time pass, forlorn eerie mist descends hiding the grave
Then sparkling white snow flutter down, thus my heart bereaves,
Bringing on hopelessness that dear life can never save.
No flowers by request she always maintained and said.
I could not bear to see others hide her from my view,
I disobeyed her and covered her with roses red.
Memories flooded my mind with thoughts that I pursue.
In the painful stillness of heart, I know death does part
But like the nude oak tree, no one can refill my heart.
1 November 2021
Placed 1
Selection No. 3 Stillness
''S'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
My heart's hedera [†]
Like two paragraphs
It breaks [selah]
between you and I
It breaks [selah]
and aches just to look at you
It breaks [selah]
when we fight
And you leave for the night
My heart's hedera [†]
Now twain
Let no one put asunder [selah]
What God has bade
It breaks [selah]
An acceptable sacrifice
[Ampersand] we are humbled, broken and contrite
My heart's hedera [†]
It bereaves [ampersand]
As it reads a melancholy missive
It breaks [selah]
and at the end of our dirge
It beats for one last time, then my soul will merge
(And like a hedera [†]
For further breaking and lamenting of this idol factory
(which is also a pariah)
Consult the prophet Jeremiah)
For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to events.
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments,
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and anniversaries,
Is the end for those petals, which are sinking in past memories.
Even the funerals are not sympathetic to the beautiful lilies.
In lieu of flowers, why can’t they write beautiful poems,
Make memorable cards or fake flowers with dead leaves?
Let the flowers live in the garden, and plant them in the cemeteries,
In lieu of flowers, send meaningful poems that inspire dreams.
For crying out loud, please end the customary bereaves.
Copyright @ March 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Autumn brings colors to uplift "summer's soul"
"washing withered" greens with bright patina;
the eyesight delight which brightens and abets,
with "fiery fusion," new scenes old summer will accept-
highlights, imparted justly, as her season's last hurrah
while she leaves, bereaves her lost Xanadu,
in the brilliance of red/golds swirled with orange/amber,
crowning trees and carpeting sprawled bald lawns with cheer-
to "soften summer's" exit within "Autumn's arena"-
until she returns again- post next year's Spring Rebirth.
September 11, 2022
~1st Place~
Contest: The A's Have It
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 10/02/2022
Theme/Title: Last Hurrah
Bold = Alphabetical order of 3 words
Quotes = Alliterations
Italics = Internal Rhyme
---------------------------------------------------------------
Contest Rules:
2 or more lines with 3 words in alphabetical order. It can be
more words but the minimum is 3 words.
3 or more lines with alliterations.
2 or more lines with internal rhymes (perfect rhymes)
Spell out a word with the last letters of each line,
That word is your Title and your Theme
Do not let death be a hiding place for thieves,
Their mansions glimmer,their hands still foul of gold-
We want the money back, the people grieve.
They steal from the hungry,spin deceitful weaves,
Made poverty a product easily sold-
Do not let death be a hiding place for thieves.
Each tender lost,another dream bereaves,
A nation's trust auctioned,betrayed,resold-
We want the money back,the people grieve
The tombstone shines but cannot reprieve,
The curses of the poor,the stories untold-
Do not let death be a hiding place for thieves.
Let justice dig through soil and broken eaves,
Expose the empires' corruption controlled-
We want the money back,the people grieve
No grave absolves,no legacy deceives-
Return what you plundered,return what you stole!
Do not let death be a hiding place for thieves-
We want the money back,the people grieve
i repudiate this clock on the wall
each moment frozen of time
lashes back in internal strokes
against my weary soul
its ticking erupts
like thunderous echoes
within the confines
of my tortured mind
on this darkened night
i slip 'neath the shadows of past
running in circles
trying to escape
the grasp of hands
that taunt like death
eternal torture
through infinite seconds
that beat like this heart of mine
as the pace amplifies through mind
bereaves me of the present again
as i face my own fears once more
unkept from another sleepless night
i arise with the same fury as a sun
beneath the bloodied skies
denouncing the storms
as they rage on
July 2, 2020
Time 8 word Challenge
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
FALLS COMING
Falls coming sometimes when the leaves fall;
I envision them as colored paper shredded;
Wind is blowing cascading march to the breeze;
Quietly awaits the robin as it sees the branches waving;
Joyously bereaves as the trunk is surrounded by squirrels;
Chasing each other merrily around, around and around;
I am sure
That the robin has no need of these…
Fall is falling colors changing odd;
Soon the wind and rain will turn to snow;
I envision white crystals drops of snow;
Frozen tongues on fence post again;
I am sure
Someone’s son or daughter
Of all of these things something will fall;
Just as anything that goes up..
It must surely come down Climate changes
Winter, Spring, Summer Fall
10/6/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
I am not from your soil, but from red earth,
Yet my heart maps the scars upon your ground.
I travel through the verses of the world,
Where poets craft the truth that must be found.
We build with metaphors, not stone or steel,
A common tongue where silent pain can breathe.
We take the key, the olive branch, the seal,
And weave the hope that politics bereaves.
To you, who etch your grief in stubborn rhyme,
Who make a homeland out of breath and line:
Your words are not a whisper lost in time,
But roots that in the global conscience twine.
And to the keepers of the steadfast tree,
Who live the poem others dare to write:
Your dignity defines what it means to be,
A beacon in the longest, darkest night.
We are the scribes who hold the traveller's eye,
Who cross all borders under the same sky.
We carry back the story, clear and stark,
To etch your truth on history's worn bark.
So let our stanzas be a pilgrim's road,
A shared, unyielding, and a fierce abode.
A chorus rising from the shattered stone—
You are not, and will never be, alone.
For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to events.
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments,
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and anniversaries,
Is the end for those petals, which are sinking in past memories.
Even the funerals are not sympathetic to the beautiful lilies.
In lieu of flowers, why can’t they write beautiful poems,
Make memorable cards or fake flowers with dead leaves?
Let the flowers live in the garden, and plant them in the cemeteries,
In lieu of flowers, send meaningful poems that inspire dreams.
For crying out loud, please end the customary bereaves.
Copyright © October 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.