Long Comet Poems
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Let’s be human
Let’s be men and women
Let’s be humane
Let’s be absolutely sane
Let’s not be black
Let’s not be white
Let’s be just, fair and right
Let’s go back
Let’s return to Alkebulan
So all can head to Heaven
Let’s go back to the Garden of Eden
Yes, to the mother of men and women
Let’s stop being stupid, ignorant and greedy
Let’s stop playing the evil comedy
Weak people talk about war
Strong people talk about unity
Let’s go deep. Let’s go far
Far away from nonsense and disparity
Color exists simply for identity
That’s it. The sky is not the limit
Let’s go beyond, beyond the furthest comet
Nobody really knows where the truth lies
Open our ears wide and our eyes
Listen, listen
Please listen
Let’s be human
Let’s be men and women
Let’s be humane
Let’s be absolutely sane.
Copyright © March 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
If you could have one
wish granted, wanted to be:
A comet trail ...
To erase what is ugly
of the land, and that would carry us
only beauty ...
That would disappear with hatred,
to brighten the days
with tenderness,
to pour into the world
Perfumes,
that would blow from us all
the sadness,
that simply spread
the joyfulness...
A divine comet trail
to lead us on the paths
to guide us joy and bliss ...!
written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny.
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To avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today, i wanna die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why
death be not proud when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft Waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled from the womb,
his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal DNA wash.
At Cape Canaveral
Working for CNN
Carolyn Devonshire
With a news bulletin
In less than three days
The second comet will hit home
All the worlds governments are working
To halt it's destructive roam
Here at NASA
They are preparing a shuttle
To carry a weapon
Deadly but subtle
Scientists from Russia
China and Japan
Are working together
To save our lands
Inside these hangers
A mission is planned
To arm a shuttle
Electronically manned
Aboard it will carry
A weapon of power
Once it strikes home
We await the meteorite shower
In the NASA control room
The count down begins
Our world as we know it
Under three days from its end
The engines roar
As the rocket zests
Inside the shuttle
Is a cargo that's blessed
As it hits Mach 23
It disappears from our view
Beyond our world
A mission so true
With the comet in sight
The shuttles doors now agape
Releasing a small craft
With flags of the world, proudly draped
The shuttle that's followed
This comet of death
Captures the moment
Man left it reft
A craft coloured gold
Approaches at speed
Reaches the comet
Blessed by all creeds
A blinding light
As bright as the sun
Destroys the comet
As the meteorites run
The second shuttle
Is peppered like earth
But she makes it home
Her witness, well worth
On CNN
Footage is shown
The death of a comet
In obliteration blown
How many more
Are lurking out there
As we await their entrance
We stand together, and beware
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-8.php
The year was sixteen-sixty-four
A comet crossed the sky,
And Londoners looked on in fear
Convinced the end was nigh.
The streets which once were paved with gold
Were now awash with waste.
A swarm of flies and scourge of rats
Foretold the death they faced.
And so it was that London town
Was struck down by the plague,
And corpse on corpse, wife, husband,child,
Were taken to their grave.
Deep in the dales of Derbyshire
A peaceful village lay,
Until a bale of cloth arrived
That inauspicious day.
A bale of flea-infested cloth
Hung by the hearth to dry,
Which stirred the soporific fleas
And roused the plague thereby.
The tailor's poor assistant died
A death of searing pain,
And pestilence intensified
Its unrelenting reign.
As many planned to leave their homes
The vicar intervened
Declaring that instead of flight
They should be quarantined.
'Dear flock of Eyam, sacrifice
Not self must be our plan,
For once enclosed we'll suffer but
Set free our fellow man.'
Within the space of just one month
So many perished there.
The smell of sadness and of death
Ingrained the putrid air.
The years have passed,the plague long gone
But graves still tell the tale
Of how their sacrifice and strength
Meant others could prevail.
13.02.20
Let The Pens Flow - Narrative Poetry Contest : sponsored by Jenish Somadas
N/A
A Historic Event Poetry Contest - William Kekaula
NOTE:
On 1 November 1666 farm worker Abraham Morten gasped his final breath - the last of 260 people to die from bubonic plague in the remote Derbyshire village of Eyam. Their fate had been sealed four months earlier when, after the onset of the plague from flea-infested cloth from London, the entire village made the remarkable decision to quarantine itself in an heroic attempt to halt the spread of the Great Plague.
Supernova over Bethlehem,
a heavenly surprise,
What did the magi see,
when they gazed the sky,
Comet with bright tail,
one reasonable assumption,
My least favorite,
a planetary conjunction,
Truth be told,
we’ll probably never know,
I can’t help but ponder,
these cosmic shows,
Bearing in mind,
the significance for some,
Pointed to their savior,
all omnipotent one,
Who am I to deny,
having found so few answers,
Does not mean I’m running
a wheel with hamsters,
Questions, questions, writes
the story to my life,
Wise men l’m behind you,
just a parsec to the right.
By
David Kavanagh.
I glimpsed it one night floundering in dark,
still young of age, beset by whirls of doubt.
Not knowing on what journey to embark,
inside my gloom, I prayed to be pulled out.
How radiant and rare it seemed to me,
appearing like a comet, light to show.
I set my gaze on it that I might see
the way it blazed where I was meant to go.
Pursuing it, I left abashment’s edge
and followed to where flowers softly swayed
and scent of lilac wafted from a hedge.
Such welcome realm where soothing music played!
This scene, though dreamed, revealed to me in youth
serenity is found in seeking truth.
9/24/2012
For Francine Roberts' In Dreams Poetry Contest
Euphoria, the Big Bang’s spark
Euphoria, the core of our sun
Euphoria, the nucleus of a quark
Euphoria, brings an illusion of fun
Ecstasy, the animal within
Ecstasy, when venting it out
Ecstasy, an o rgasm of sin
Ecstasy, being a drug of no doubt
Rhapsody, the seed of emotion
Rhapsody, a subliminal song
Rhapsody, not blind devotion
Rhapsody, believes nothing’s wrong
Nirvana, in heavenly oblivion
Nirvana, in a utopian land
Nirvana, the Atlantis Olympian
Nirvana, became my favourite band
Inertia, ignoring public opinion
Inertia, when two ends are joined
Inertia, the prayer of minions
Inertia, from a kick in the groin
Nausea, an earth destroying comet
Nausea, losing all that we stake
Nausea, is the truth lets be honest
Nausea, because you think I’m a fake
By David Kavanagh
CHRYSALIS
Sitting in silent reverence
I gaze upward towards your galaxy...
The endless canopy stretched out
Before all eyes...
An infinite splendor of
Light, energy, portals, stars
Mysterious unknown spaces
Silent notes fill my soul
Playing my heartstrings
Reminding me of ancient memories
Memories of...
Our journey together
Inside the chrysalis
I embrace you...
Growing together
Intertwined in color and form and design
We breathe as one
We expand and sprout into life
Preparing to fly
Birthing at the same moment
I reach my moist orange wing
Out into the calling air
As my outer shell falls away
Your wings move slowly
Drying in the breeze
Twins we are
Twin butterflies embarking on
Our journey upward
Rising and turning we ride
The warm air funnels
In joy and delight
We laugh in our own language
As moondust beckons us further
We melt into darkness
In an instant light is eclipsed
I can only see the glow
Of your eyes
Color is absent
Glow...Glitter...Reflection...Shine
Orbs of light and time above us
Blue Black transparent silk
With a million pinholes of light
Shining through
A nod to the Creator
How grand you are
How magnificent
Everything as it is...
Perfect intention and magnitude
With alignment of essence
To swim in the stars
To dive into the Milky Way
To ride a comet until its
Last breath of light dies
There is no greater gift
My heart sings and rejoices
For the consciousness of
This moment in time
Looking down on Mother Earth
I see her and I love her
I see her Creator hold her gently
Glittering webs of tears and light
Connect us
Galaxy and stars and earth...
We pulse together
We exhale together
We bleed together
We are one
1/18/2021
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (44)
any form any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Brian Strand
First Place (1 of 3)
Why? Are you unhappy
Rejoice
Why? Are you so down and blue
Rejoice
Smile someone somewhere loves you
Along with Jesus, God does too
And somewhere in humanity
A brother, a sister too
Loves you
Loves you
Rejoice in the Lord
Be glad for all things
God has given you
God has granted you many, many, many blessing
May
May the
May the Lord
May the Lord God
May the Lord smile
May the Lord smile on you, smile on you
May the Lord
May the Lord God
May the Lord smile, smile on you, smile on you- Halleluiah, halleluiah, hallelu
The Lord God loves you
Jesus loves you
Rejoice in the Lord
Be glad for all things
God has given you
God has granted you many, many, many blessing
Halleluiah, halleluiah, hallelu, Halleluiah, halleluiah, hallelu
Allow and let just be still and breathe
Let His breath comfort you
The Lord God loves you
Jesus loves you
Rejoice in the Lord
Be glad for all things
God has given you
God has granted you many, many, many blessing
The Lord is smiling
God is smiling
Allow God’s Son to shine on the inside and through
You will be lightening bright as a comet
And happy well cared for as a new born babe in a mother’s arms
Let Him, allow Him
To smile and shine on you
Allow the Father and Son to smile and shine on you
May
May the
May the Lord
May the Lord God
May the Lord smile
May the Lord smile on you, smile on you
May the Lord
May the Lord God
May the Lord smile, smile on you, smile on you- Halleluiah, halleluiah, hallelu
4/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Numbers 6:25