Long Bitter Poems
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I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow,
The past year has been rolling sorrows.
My riches gone, my fame has waned,
And you that I loved, you died in pain.
I never thought that you would go,
At twenty-nine, cancer laid low
Those nervous days, the shaking chills
No doctor trained could cure your ills.
I notice more the cold, windy nights
I understand why some stop the fight.
This house of ours, no longer a home.
This team player, now on his own…
Remaining here amongst the past,
Is like living in a world of glass.
I have no job to lose myself in,
The fans have moved to the next big thing.
If we’d had kids there’d be a reason
To weather out this bitter season.
But they never came to us anyway,
I wonder then, what’s to make me stay?
Come walk with me
as I taste the field of our love
full of sweet incandescent blue's
the subtle darkness of our fights
Love is like the rose both bitter sweet
the thorns of love bite deep
on the winter fields of discontent
with sadness do I taste the bitter nights
Yet how sweet is our love
how tender the caress of the morning air
how sweet is our embrace
the morning's shifting warmth
To say I love you
a simple word that carry's the weight of the world
a word the has brought city's to their knees
a word that has carried people to the ends of the earth
continents and mountains are no barrier
love each day brings life to the living
light to the darkness of life
igniting the soul, creating the wings
My valentine
I embrace your soul with my love
I embrace your heart with my compassion
I embrace your love with my warmth
I embrace your life with my desire
Dedicated to my valentine
Do you remember?
We drank that coffee together
It was a rainy day
You were happy!
I was anxious
The coffee was bitter
And you knew
Suddenly...
You asked:
"How does it taste?"
Quickly...
I replied:
"Just like life!"
Do you remember?
We walked together
In a pretty garden
It was a sunny morning
You were optimistic
Suddenly..
We stopped!
Some fascinating flowers
Only one had wilted
You asked:
"Why does it look so?"
I looked at you and said:
"Because it lost hope!"
Do you remember?
That dark night
I was trying to sleep
You were awake
There was no light
And no moon
Everything was somber
And you knew
You asked:
"How is your night?"
I sighed..
Then replied:
"Like our hearts, when we hate!"
THE SHADOW OF SPITE
You smile at me with eyes of
stone,
And leave me standing all alone.
You twist the truth to play your
game,
And try to ruin my good name.
I see the trap you want to set,
But I will break your heavy net.
You watch my life and wish for
tears,
To feed your own dark, hidden
fears.
You fake a smile but hide a
knife,
To bring hard times into my life.
You thrive on pain and love to
fight,
And block out my my happy light.
But I will stand and face your
test,
And give myself some peace
and rest.
Your cruel words will start to
fade,
And ruin all the plans you made.
I'll step away and shut the door,
So you can't hurt me anymore.
Time drags on in this chair,
As I wait for the brilliant one.
Each time the door swings out,
I look for him to say he's done.
Minutes turn into hours,
and all I can do is stare at the clock.
Finally, after what seems like forever,
Here comes my son's Doc.
As if in slow motion, I stand.
Anxiously, I await him to say,
"The surgery went well, but
of course in the hospital, he'll have to stay."
"When can I see him?"
is what I quietly ask.
"Within the hour," he replies
"But be warned, it'll be no easy task."
As I walk in the recovery room,
He lay so still on his hospital bed.
If I didn't know better,
I'd have thought he might be dead.
His recovery takes, oh so long and
the first time my Angel opened his eyes,
I realized that prayers are answered,
And God had heard all my cries.
My gratitude for God and Dr Carson swelled,
when my son took an non ventilator aided breath.
We had won the fight for my son's life,
and we actually cheated DEATH.
We had to repeat this trying
scene for a total times of three.
It kept me bitter and stressed.
Why couldn't He leave my Angel be?
I see now, what's done is meant to happen.
And I have learned my lesson in GRATITUDE.
To not be trusting that HE knows best,
was not only wrong, it was just plain rude.
I'm understanding now,
more than you'll ever know.
And when I see my son alive and breathing,
my heart and soul radiates for God, a special glow.
*This is a true story, my son went through 3 heart surgeries before 5 months old and this
is dedicated to God, Dr. Carson, Dr. Dooley, and Dr. Willis Williams*
She sits by the window watching a big black crow, as she is looking out over the fields of snow. She wonders where did all the years go, for now time is going very slow. Years of work with no joy, years of tears for the one she could not enjoy.
She sits by the window, looking out over the fields of snow. For today it is windy and bitter cold, windy and bitter cold like her life of old. She needs warmth and love, it can't be found here maybe it will come from above.
She sits by the window, looking out over the fields of snow. Lonely she waits for a warm sunny day, a day filled with love and hugs she does pray.
Date Written: 9/15/2021
Lonely
1 Place
''L" Contest New or Old Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
The stretch of death and decay blows in from the north,
As centuries turn to dust.
Darkness engulfs barren carcasses of what was,
forlorn rain drips from the weeping sky,
coating every strand of my auburn hair,
Weighing it down with heavy despair.
Whilst vultures circle around impending doom,
swooping down, pecking at flecks of flesh,
before I sweep them away, only temporarily keeping them at bay.
Angels and demons watch on with excitement,
betting on my soul’s heavenly ascent or slow demise.
Removing an ebony sack from my back,
I rummage through, searching for bits of gauze.
What seems like an eternity passes by before I feel cotton at my fingertips.
Covering wounded arms, I continue down my path.
Blood seeps through the pasty white fabric,
turning my arms in patchwork shades of varying pinks.
Thorned rose stems line the pathway,
digging into exposed feet.
Flames of judgment burn in the distance,
getting closer, the searing heat becomes unbearable.
What was once pink has now charred and turned black,
flaking off and blowing away with the harsh, unrelenting winds.
Grabbing the handle, it burns into the palm of my hand.
What will the symbol reveal?
Heaven or Hell?
Both sides wait on bated breath.
Heaven awaits, it seems,
Or is it all just a bitter dream??
in the spring, when petals praise
within the song of grace who’ll amaze
beneath the silence of a gentle bud
there is a power, power in the blood
in the summer, when stories reveal
hope so sacred, sacred enough to heal
beyond the sun grows a life of wonder
singing exultation in the raging thunder
in the autumn, when leaves begin to weep
there is a promise of the light we can keep
between the glow of a morning mist
and the music that flows through our midst
in the winter, when all the bitter closes in
remember the music of a silence who’ll begin
telling the story of peace that never ends
promising the night to reveal the soul’s friend
in the seasons, when the song is composed
there is a serenity that is often exposed
inside the soul who hears the gentle voice
of One who saves by offering a choice
in the love that comes from knowing
real life is found in the blood that’s flowing
from a tree on calvary, where love lay bare
offering each of us the chance to say one prayer
a prayer of repentance, a prayer of hope
a prayer of love that means we can cope
a prayer that never fades beyond the heart
a prayer the remembers He gave us a new start
beneath the shadows that fell from that tree
there is a promise for you and me,
as we confront the sin that tries to defeat
we’re offered a love that will surely complete
beneath the shadows that we confront
we never need worry as we hunt
for the purpose He’s given our souls
as we’re reminded He always consoles
never look back, after taking His hand
He is the answer to the promised land
when you seek the love hidden in shadows
you’re met with the One who died and arose
never stop seeking the grace, hope and love
His is a music that keeps playing up above
as you sing this song and realize what’s worthwhile
you’ll know you’ve met the light no shadow can defile
It was yesterday Sunday
The feast of Saint Valentine's Day
We saw passing by classy women with gorgeous hips
Dressed up in pink and red
All the lovers were walking hand in hand
Like actors on the infrared
They were smiling and laughing as if they were heading
Towards the path to paradise to participate in the feast
Mother Nature was also pink and red, calm and at peace.
The next day after the feast of Valentine's Day
Things don't remain the same
Today, we can hardly hear the soft words of 'I love you'
That previously echoed in the peaceful streets. Everybody
Is going crazy and berserk like a bomb, in seconds
Will burst all the buildings and houses in town
Oh! Things change and the stars twinkle
In the sky full of anguish and stormy clouds
Love continues to challenge eternity and spontaneity
Lasting only for a few fleeing, fleeting and ephemeral hours
After the party, at times it's a resounding defeat or a bitter war.
P.S. To quote the Haitian proverb: "Aprè bal tanbou lou"/After the party, the drums are too drunk to walk.
Copyright © February 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Once I shared a long hidden secret with the one,
I thought was my friend, through and through.
But little did I think it would hit back on me
Like a boomerang, breaking my heart.
She betrayed my trust with my reputation at stake.
Within days, it became a juicy gossip,
A fodder for many to ruminate and cud.
What was ‘whispered in the ear was shouted from roof tops’!
Behind my back, many used it against me.
With them, my secret became a sharp tool.
They used it at will to cut and bruise me.
I lost my sleep and reacted brashly.
It became a wound that began festering.
I longed for a release from my pent- up wrath.
I wondered if I could glue up the broken shards,
And become whole again, my former self.
It took a long time, to come out of the resentment.
But with the passing of time, the pain began to fade
And the heart once broken slowly started to mend
Not to have a repeat, decided to set my boundaries marked.
That bitter experience taught me some vital lessons,
Which I won't ever forget in life.
My hindsight told me that I should change,
In some areas where I am most vulnerable.
Learned the hard way to be more cautious
To guard my secrets and never spill the beans!
Also not to venture to be all open before others.
Never again shall I struggle to fit in
With a loose tongue, in any company
Just to entertain others with frivolous talks!
I am also careful not to rashly blurt out my feelings.
How I wish to become more prudent and discerning
In choosing friends and trusting them!
I also resolve to always keep my calm,
Even when I know my words are misinterpreted.
Looking back on all that has happened in life,
I don't think I have many regrets.
All my experiences, good or bad have been signposts,
That led me to where I am and who I am today.
Still there are some things I wish I hadn’t said at all.