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There was a silver tree
Which shimmered under a moonlit night,
And eloped coyly whenever the sun wanted to kiss it.
Spring was every night
When the sky became murky blue,
The labyrinth of the gaudy leaves,
Would intrigue a palette to purge itself through a painter’s eyes,
A blind one indeed,
Since the hue of the dark
Could not be known better.
Once there was blue, green and blood.
And all the passions of a relentless being,
But through the tentacles of time
Obscurity and Obsequiousness burgeoned,
Rain and snow scraped the rainbow
The branches wrinkled like a serpent slumber.
If I had a starry night of my own,
I would sleep under the silver tree,
The stars, peeping through the intricacy,
Imposturous but magnificent,
Would let me see, what nobody else could,
In the quietness, like glittery smiles,
Flowers on my silver tree..
Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned
Forests depleted
Streams degenerated
Hear the desperate cries
Feelings already aged
Hearts already bruised
Souls already alienated
And lovers already gone
We have nothing left
The singing birds
The meowing cats
Always on our shoulders
And the naughty dogs
Barking sporadically
How presumptuous! How impertinent
The past won't come back
And time leaves us memories
Hidden and huddled under black ice
We talk about tomorrow, about the future
Ah! Good. That's all we can utter
Immediately
We can flee to the hills of Zaire
Like the elephants.
P.S. Translation of ‘Et Des Amours Déjà Partis’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Line of Inquiry
- track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul.
People murmured, she’s the rose among the thorns
When they saw me playing with my brothers, not alone
Same line was heard more often around
When I raced with little boys, just to get a crown.
Then, I always sang the prayer song of my mother
Asking God to make me grow and bloom like flower
I felt God’s abundant care as my bud bloomed
Into a rose in my community started from home.
As first child and single rose who’d dawned so early
Petals’ exquisite hue displayed more prominently
As floral leaf burgeoned, sprawled... satiated their eyes
My doubt on fragrance, can they smell or feel me inside?
Then, I sang my own prayer song with fervor in my room
Asking God to help me track, diffuse my fragrance’s fulcrum
After a while, I felt God’s unceasing light and reply:
My child, my love's generosity with joy's in your soul, shine, emit, fly.
I.
They burgeoned above my nostrils
With buds that obscured my visions
They walled my head with fences
Towered above my five senses
Distant from myself, things looked too low
Until I drew closer, I couldn't tell
Just how down I was
Just how far God's love had to come for us
II.
They soared above my perception
Shot beyond my wildest imagination
Exceeding stellar peaks
Like pilgrims on the way to the wailing wall
Tearing up at the dandelions and grains in lesser dawn
I thought, if I could give life to these flowers like the sun,
I wouldn't hold back my light for a second
Behind each ear of corn I'll send whispers
And whispers of the spirit's songs to heal my broken frond
III.
What shall be said when the Lord and his hosts cry?
Woe unto those for whom he draws his battle lines
Peace shall be far from the wicked
Where Jezebel vying, wills and grows horns
There shall be her vanities to call down falsehood upon thorns
In the midst of the wolves shall be a lion and lambskin adorned
Adorned in truth to slay artifices
There shall be love's fire to receive our sacrifices
And by the words of a king, put Baal's children to sleep
IV.
So long as God's dome is heavenly
The best chalcedonies grace his twelve gates in majesty
So long as the seraphs do praise him
The four beasts continually bow in his presence, crying holy
So long as angels and elders forget stately thrones
And cast their crowns face down in white robes
Sunken halos shall break free from the hollow
With the righteous lifted, cast the dragon into the bottomless burrow
With remnants of mankind’s existence corroding
His lighting extinguished, his concrete eroding
The birds and the beasts have reconquered his space
Those same birds and beasts have forgotten his face
The forests, once dwindled, have burgeoned once more
Oak, elm and ash rupture old asphalt floor
Long vacant dwellings, now caves, dens and lairs
For ground dwelling mammals while bats live upstairs
The rivers all sparkle, their waters so clear
And large rusting pipes discharge nothing to fear
Waves tickle beaches, the breeze is their breath
With no evil lurking at periscope depth
Life springs abundant by land, sea and sky
Unhindered by species who weren’t meant to fly
Trees brightly clad in gold, russet and green
Alas, man cannot see how things could have been
And so all seems well but there’s still need of prayer
There’s horror to come from a long way… up there
This world, free at last, of man’s lethal know how
Could sure use a serving of man’s knowledge now
Unserviced and rusting, the launchers stand bare
No human stands ready; no missile sits there
Mankind had known that the space rock would come
And man would have nuked it… but he’s gone: Ho hum!
In a realm untethered, a woman birthed her own sun,
Her radiant hands ablaze with ethereal hues.
Beneath her feet, the earth burgeoned, an ever-fertile expanse,
embracing all within its grasp, its essence aglow in tangerine trance.
From this fusion emerged a tranquil serenade,
as tranquil breath whispered on, an orange cascade.
Melodies danced on zephyr's wings,
A symphony woven with celestial strings.
Notes, delicate and gentle, kissed the air,
Enchanting all with their melodious flair.
Her sun, a celestial orb of golden fire,
Radiated warmth, a divine desire.
Its rays bathed the world in a luminous embrace,
Filling hearts with love, bestowing grace.
Through verdant meadows and ancient groves,
Her touch breathed life, where lifelessness roves.
Flowers bloomed with petals ablaze,
Drinking in the sun's ethereal rays.
The woman, a creator, a master of dreams,
Sculpted landscapes with mystical themes.
Mountains rose high, touching the heavens above,
Valleys carved deep, embracing all with love.
Her steps left trails of magic and wonder,
Where miracles sprouted, like blossoms from under.
Whispers of her wisdom, secrets untold,
Unraveled in stories, legends of old.
Yet, beneath her ethereal veil of might,
Lay a heart gentle, compassionate, and bright.
She nurtured the world, every living soul,
With kindness and love, her eternal goal.
In her realm untethered, beauty thrived,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, vibrant and alive.
And as she birthed her sun, her creation's crown,
She reveled in the symphony of life, all around.
For in this tapestry of her celestial art,
She wove the threads that bound every heart.
A woman, a goddess, with power untold,
In her realm untethered, love and harmony unfold.
:: 05.24.2023
Eternally Lovely now,
The Bride of my Dream of Gold.
And rolling down grassy slopes,
Whose smiling heart ne’er grew old.
Eternally Helpful, too
The Braid in my burgeoned beard
That round my loquacity ropes
And sees that I’m rightly reared.
Eternally wise and kind,
The Bread of His Life and strength
The Child of the King of Hopes
The Lifeline of endless length.
She rides through the ethers now
E’er calling forth clouds of snow
The crying child, helps, as he copes
Wherever his troubles may go.
And so, I have finished my tale,
Except the Divinest part
The poor fool who grumps and mopes,
She JOLTS by her Heavenly Art!
I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled
Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled
I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold
Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries untold
Overwhelmed with fear, l fell to somberly weeping
Wisps of silver moonlight crossed the sky, sweeping
It was a pale light in darkness; my hopes were felled
On the edge of oblivion with sullen thoughts, I dwelled
My eyes tormented, I searched for benevolence anew
How I longed to take flight, trading grey skies for blue
In need of faith and courage instead of dismal dread
I yearned for paradise where happiness is daily bread
I longed to soar among shining stars at great height
No longer bemused and alone on such a mawkish night
I wished for wings so I could soar with poetic volition
Without fetters keeping me tied to melancholy perdition
May 15, 2023
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A plethora of blessings has come to me
in a deviation from the norm.
I have been enlightened with all I see.
A light rain has become a storm.
The words fall like precipitation.
They fill my poetic chalice.
An amount surpassing computation
now flows within my palace.
The words have burgeoned into a universal expanse.
It is a vast territory to explore.
Like a large troupe, they come to dance.
in greater amounts than I had known before.
A passive foray has become an obsession.
It is presently what I live for.
An amassed fortune is in my possession.
May it continually stream for evermore.
The first Magna Carta initiated and asserted,
The people-centred philosophy which was budding:
‘Cos if the law is not a moral prescription of human rights,
Then it's just an ego-trip for a any monarchy’s plights.
After life’s origin with the big-bang,
Came matter, plants and animals;
And then apes preceded neanderthals,
When *****neanderthalensis were a gang.
*****sapiens then hit the scene,
Began to practice agriculture in 10000 BC,
And after that a process of civilisation ignited,
The law and order in the land in which we all can be.
And of course with law and order,
Comes creativity, art and industry;
An innate ability to express ourselves,
For greater relativity.
But the original political system,
Just consisted of a king with a crown,
Who was worshipped and adored:
Until his problem was this renown.
The people were disgruntled,
So rebelled against King John,
Who signed the Magna Carta,
Which said that he too was the law under.
So the law then began to pertain to moral values,
And humanism and atheism were for the first time aired,
Because John’s sins were no longer judged by God,
After his life and death, but by people who cared.
Philosophy has burgeoned from that point on,
From Albert the Great’s theory of justice and natural law,
To Descarte’s Heliocentrism and dualistic rationalism,
Which developed into individualism and existentialism.
Ideology matters to the evolutionary process of law,
As the law is either against people, or for them;
And before 1215 it never was the people’s abstract security,
But was rather their daily unhappiness and misery.
Humanity is so much better off for the Magna Carta,
Ourselves, America, Australia and all the world,
‘Cos each individual has human rights, worth and dignity,
As it wrought a change of diplomacy and philosophy.