Long Blanca Poems

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Premium Member White Christmas Is Not

White Christmas is not what many people think it is
As we know Christmas is a lively annual festival
Celebrated seven days before the end of the year
Of the Nativity of Jesus. Christmas is a joyful, colorful
And wonderful feast, where stars glow and glisten.

People who live not too far from the cold North Pole
Always dream of a snowy or white Christmas
Where Mother Nature is frosted and crystallized
And the streets are paved with black or clear ice.

Christmas is celebrated by billions across the universe
It is a major festival of hope, happiness and lights
Northerners often dream of a very cold or snowy Christmas
Which brings powerful nostalgic feelings of yesteryear
When children used to listen.

Nowadays, Christmas is multicultural and highly colorful
Bing Crosby wrote of a ‘White Christmas’ for everybody
Living in the world, where imagination brings Hope, Noël,
Yule and Joy, regardless of the religion, creed, gender or race.

Copyright © December, 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.


Blanca Navidad No Lo Es

Blanca Navidad no es lo que mucha gente piensa que es
Como sabemos, la Navidad es una animada fiesta anual
Que muchos festejan siete días antes de fin del año
La Natividad de Jesús. La Navidad es una fiesta
 Que es alegre, colorida y maravillosa, donde las estrellas brillan.

Personas que viven no muy lejos del frío Polo Norte
Sueñan siempre de una Blanca o Nevada Navidad 
Donde la madre naturaleza está congelada y cristalizada
Y las calles pavimentadas con hielo transparente o ngro.

Millones de personas en todo el universo celebran la Navidad
Que es una gran fiesta de esperanza, de felicidad y de luces
Los norteños suelen soñar con una Navidad muy fría
Lo que trae poderosos sentimientos nostálgicos de antaño
Cuando los niños solían escuchar.

Hoy en día, la Navidad es multicultural y llena de color
Bing Crosby escribió de una "Blanca Navidad" para todos
Que viven en un mundo donde la imaginación trae esperanza
Festividad y alegría, sin importar la religión, credo, género o raza.

PD Traducción de ‘White Christmas Is Not’ por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © diciembre de 2023, Hébert Logerie, todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.


Premium Member Antipoem 31 Rita Montero

AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero”

(Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez” 
by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem)

a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch
significant hotdogs and burnt singles melt into the pitch
Jackie Robinson squares off with an ash tree riding the sky 
the flag of our fathers dancing in center field poised to fly

“honey, I hope you like these seats here in the bleachers
you can see Bedford on the phone looking for preachers
an endless parade of white-walled tires scurrying on by
can you smell the Nathan’s dogs downstairs on hot rye
let us hurry hence dear, before this inning comes to an end
and our Jackie Robinson comes barreling up to bat again”

“Una mujer negra se asoma en el teatro de Buenos Aires”
Argentine goddess with roots in the dark seeping prairies
musically squeezes the brass ring as the black cloud dries
“Rita Montero, you are as lovely as your sweet empanada pies
your wonderful sidewalks through gardens of lapacho trumpets
please come sit with me here, to talk and to eat these crumpets
to speak of your forever glissandos and sad asado whispers 
your electric shadows finding humble graces at vespers
retrieving lost spaces from opera teachers and stupid men
to step forward again with singing eyes and a ballpoint pen
Rompiste la puerta blanca maloliente!”
please Rita meet me in Córdoba next wednesday”

she sits in her bleacher seat with a Nathan’s dog on hot rye
“honey, I hope we can see Jackie Robinson hit a deep fly
high up into the airy Brooklyn blue arching yet over Bedford
the democrats in section seven will applaud the proud leopard
Rita Montero, I can see her in the grandstand behind Shotton
she is giving absolution for all the skin sins now long forgotten
let us hurry hence dear, before this inning comes to an end
and our Jackie Robinson comes barreling up to bat again”
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mt Blanca

trademark green on white 
"Welcome to Colorful Colorado" 
me and the Sangre De Cristos
march across the border 
and Mt Blanca rises to greet us
smooth and elegant 
as a wedding cake
draped with fondant
majestic and proud
above  the clouds
in my heart 
she strikes the home chord 
deeper than 
the tourist town 
I dip in and out of
it's home-base
she's my home
I don't live 
anywhere anymore anyway
but for a couple of months 
to babysit a kitten and a pup
I'll breath thin air on Pikes Peak
pan gold on Cripple Creek
celebrate my aunt's 90th
reunite with my cousins 
hike some woods
energize  my soul
smile and be free
from strange longings
titilatations that don't quite
satisfy 
dear home
you raised, educated 
initiated 
and launched me
into this frenzy
yearning and hurting
I return 
kinder than my first love 
and fairer than my last
your bosom
buries my sorrow
no shame
nor defeat
do I suffer
in you
just wounds
enough to be made whole
preciosa Mt. Blanca  
your wedding dress slips 
down bare shoulders 
dripping rivers and creeks
refresh
and sustain me
in this odyssey 
love swirls about
sunning herself
up around a bend 
gazing from the top
of some forgotten trail
singing love songs
in a honky tonk
or pouring coffee
in some route 66 diner
she's the loveliest 
sweetest icing
on this cake
Pikes Peak
Cripple Creek
and my
ninety year old 
dear Auntie
que' guapa
Mt Blanca ;)

Roundup Time At the Fake Not Okay Corral

(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet

patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
     where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
     ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
     dutiful, and blissful (or at least

     prior to being sniffed out) innocent
     long time laborer on American soil now get
     ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
     (despite living social
     as law abiding righteous folks) fret

full, cuz unfairly punished, and
     cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
     pained visage non verbally articulates
     at un war rented deportation you bet!

with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
     and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts 

     with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic, 
     and for good measure Mulatto twist,  
     where original writ (signed into law 
     by President John Adams in 1798), 
     historical footnote, aye cannot resist

spooking (like a ghost), those pee pill 
     born south of the border pooped and pissed
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave 
     now frightfully get flushed out 

glad to feign dis guise 
     as one among select Geronimo cadre 
     we henchman lubricate 
     wheels of injustice myst
     tuff hie hiding dark shadows 
     (along the edge of night) 

     thence paddy wagon comes 
     to screeching halt nabbing 
     an "illegal alien" name on hit list 
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
     and score a win
     for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated

impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
     fearless to shackle wetback ranked big hest
catch also including booby prize,
     as you correctly guessed.
Form: Elegy

Premium Member Rainbow Nation

Rainbow Nation

Blanca is white like beautiful snow in the Drakensberg Mountains
                      she snorted star powder past the perforated septum into her brain

Black as coal from the underworld mines in Mpumalanga Melanie
                        had her stomach pumped and purged while sleeping off darkness

Amber is coloured mixed race in the Rainbow of Nations her work
                      still paid in dop cheap vine that slaves her away in alcoholic trance

Arnav of Indian descent was hooked on dagga grown by the ocean
                 converted to heroin sold her frail body and skin for brown liquid sugar

Jacobus Bandele Lungelo and Bhavin shared needles and comfort
                 on the streets of Johannesburg flirted with disaster drug related crime
and their dealers cracked at the dawn longed for dust in the dusk

Drugs do not respect colour gender ability social class and religion
                 all druggies are equal with craving dependency not restricted to some

Now united in rehab like the state of the nation they all stood at the 
                  table of mountains with one foot in the grave at the cliff face of habit

One day at the moment they now battle their demons resist the temptation
         for only the time being from one morning away from the devious mourning
one drug line not taken one fall off the wagon shunned and avoided for now

They have all chased the dragon for far too long and imbibed with the devil
      for so many wretched days and nights of delusion torment addiction and pain

Again once more each day anew their only chance  to abstain one day at the time


Premium Member A Right and Jolly Christmas

I dream of a right and jolly Christmas
I don’t dream of a white or snowy Christmas
It’s very slippery and treacherous when it snows
To go to church, I wear leather shoes
And it’s easy to fall and get hurt
I don’t want to break your heart
By saying that white Christmas
Isn’t a fun or joyful time. But Midnight Mass
Is of course a joyous time. I love the Xmas carols
The gospel music, the decorations and when the bell tolls
I love a warm and holy jolly Christmas in the sunshine state
Where it’s dry, inviting and nice. It’s like being out on a date
With Mother Nature. The weather is not crabby or gloomy
The children are playing with their gifts and everybody seems happy
I don’t dream of a white or snowy Christmas
Oh Ho Ho Ho! I love a right and jolly Christmas.

Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Una Navidad Correcta Y Alegre

Sueño con una Navidad correcta y alegre
Nunca sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
Es muy resbaladizo y traicionero cuando nieva
Para ir a la iglesia uso zapatos de cuero
Y es fácil caerse y lastimarse
No quiero romper tu corazón
Al decir que esa blanca Navidad
No es un momento divertido o alegre. Pero la misa de medianoche
Por supuesto, es un momento feliz. Me encantan los villancicos
La música góspel, las decoraciones y cuando doblan las campanas
Me encanta una Navidad cálida y alegre en el estado del sol, en Florida
Donde sea seco, atractivo y agradable. Es como tener una cita
Con la Madre Naturaleza. El clima no es malhumorado ni sombrío
Los niños juegan con sus regalos y todos parecen felices
No sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
¡Oh, Jo, Jo, Jo! Me encanta una Navidad correcta y alegre.
PD. Traduccíon de ‘ A Right And Jolly Christmas’ por Hébert Logerie

Copyright © diciembre de 2023, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
Form: Rhyme

White Enough

Through broken cries, we extend our tired arms to the tap, 
Dirty, filthy palms, 
As per request, we wipe them clean, 
And wash again, 
As if perhaps, by some chance, 
It will make us white enough, 
Clean of the heritage that paints the faces we once loved, 
But as they tear apart the family tree, 
Masked men on the streets, 
We wish to know only peace, 
A life we dreamed, 
Screaming to be clean, 
And the water runs over our hands,
Dirty, filthy palms, 
As if rubbing them raw will remove the extra melanin, 
Because we are not white enough, 
Never white enough, 
Not to be safe from being profiled on the way home from work, 
Or school, 
Or preschool, 
Or daycare,
Where men who play God stop us and ask, 
Where are you from, 
What is your name,
Can’t you wash that  off of your hands, 
But sir, 
This is my skin, 
My body, 
My sin, 
And it no use to try to reason,
Because he is throwing us into an unmarked SUV, 
Where I can do nothing but scream, 
Scream and beg, 
Beg to be seen, 
Beg to be free, 
But there is no such thing as freedom,
Or justice, 
Or equality, 
So God help me, if I don’t keep on scrubbing, 
Cleaning my, 
Dirty, filthy ing hands, 
Because there is a chance, 
That maybe it’ll make me white enough, 
At least to walk past him on the street without so much as a passing glance, 
And I’ll die on that hill, 
Because this is all I have, 
So I’ll clean them good, 
I’ll clean them real good, 
With bleach, and steel wool wires,
And I’ll try, 
And try, 
And try, 
Ser lo suficientemente blanca, 
To finally, 
Finally,
Be white enough.

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