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No mustard bombs are dropped
No audible or silent shots are fired
No planes are necessarily blown or hired
No flags are deliberately flown or flapped
No soldiers crossed the borders
To fight, to conquer, to kill or to die
No generals sent orders
To invade, to dismantle and to decry
However, citizens all over are coughing
Vomiting blood, suffering, and passing
COVID-19 is the deadliest war to fight
Thousands are dying and are now dead
The invisible enemies are toxic and bright
Millions are too weak to fight and are in bed
They are so sick that they want to give up
The ubiquitous enemies are wild and ferocious
Where are the superpowers that can shoot-up
And annihilate all perpetrators who are hazardous
To our health? The entire world is on lockdown
In quarantine, and at night, we're on curfew
All of us are anxious and scared. The poor clown
At the corner, is weeping. He was ditched by the crew
Who left him to die. This is a serious and deadly battle
The whole world is in danger. We're all in trouble
We cannot hide and we don't know where to run
The hospitals are filled up to the highest maximum
The corridors of the morgues are heavily crowded
With corpses and the cemeteries are mummed
It's like a quiet fiasco, a mournful silence is spread
Worldwide. No atomic bombs are dropped
People are dying. The prognosis is absolutely grim
The parishioners are praying. No priest is allowed to stop
To the churches or to the cemeteries. Hope is slim
We can only dream of better days. No shots are fired
But many people have lost their jobs. There's no economy
Health comes before wealth. This coronavirus is a mystery
This is a war that we shall unconventionally win. We're tired
Of being in quarantine. The walls become our new enemies
We're confused and nervous. We're under siege like zombies.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Just something a little light...
Five squirrels crowded onto a branch,
each one dressed to stun:
aqua shades, pink shades, purple shades,
and one in classic sun.
But center stage is the showstopper~
a squirrel in a whirring hat,
its tiny fan spinning proudly
like he’s chief of all things “that.”
They chatter, pose, adjust their gear,
a cheerful, nutty crew,
delighted by their leafy perch
and the sky’s wide, wandering view.
No drama here, no woodland fuss~
just friends who came to play,
a happy scurry of squirrels who know
how to brighten up a day.
shh, don't tell a soul
it's only for you to find.
the latch, broken, and I, the constant gardener
welcomes the weary side.
like sunlight through fog
a touch of tenderness warms the soil.
a desperate plea for rain
turns into a gift of water for the parched earth.
i used to sift the soil
until it was bare,
now my heart is a secret garden where
fertilized seeds of kindness grow and blossom,
u n f o l d i n g
like brilliant flags of colors across the yard;
deep below, tentacles of love remain
embedded into the soil, anchoring everything,
i'm like ancient roots in the dark.
as spring returns, the heavy boughs lean low,
laden with the sweet fruits of life
to be harvested by you....
each fruit ripe for the picking
looking out over this wild crowded room,
the earth breathes out a deep unspoken gratitude.
come into my heart... and see my secret garden!
I didn’t bring a charger.
I didn’t bring a snack.
I’m nervous ‘cause I’m texting you
And you’re not writing back.
The hospital is crowded;
You haven’t yet been seen.
You’re thirsty and I couldn’t help;
I think you think I’m mean.
I’m sitting in a waiting room,
Your sneakers in a bag.
I’m trying to stay calm, while
All my spirits start to sag.
This night will stretch for hours
As I sit alone and mope.
I feel like I don’t have the tools
That I will need to cope.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right now it’s hours later.
I somehow made it through
And most important, I can breathe
Since, somehow, you did, too.
As a tiara of lights blushes on cheeks
with rhythmic sorcery, I breathe in the fire
under the open moonlight,
and velvet curtains unfold
on one evening’s tapestry…
the heart pulses with a podium
of tantric notes bound
to release some lithe madness ,
as silhouettes appear like rugged capes
grating the first tempo of Latin blues.
Now, go! Cuddle it, taste it , snort it…
whatever the spirit releases
in a mix of bass, sax, and percussion;
this rhapsody of notes devours my breasts
slaying the hours to climb past reality…
each tilted croon floods my being
that I am gone somewhere,
among the clouds of tribal rapture
one with the universal float in a dance,
in tears heating along crowded aisles
while the neon bulbs onstage shuts off.
6/6/2015
Craig Cornish's Concert
Many things can cause unease:
Heights, the dark, loud noises, fleas;
Crowded places, public speaking,
Rocking chairs that won’t stop squeaking.
Body odor, traffic, roaches;
Birthdays as old age approaches.
Vampire movies, tunnels, rats;
Caves with tons of flying bats.
Spiders, lightning, doctors, death;
Elevators, garlic breath.
Fire, bedbugs, snakes and worms;
Subways, strangers, germs, germs, germs!
Clowns, exams, a first-time date;
Flying, swimming, gaining weight.
Airport scanners, roller coasters;
Bridges, missing children posters.
Each of us becomes obsessed
With what it takes to make us stressed.
What’s strange is that my bugaboo
Most likely will not bother you!
Loneliness can happen to us all
no matter our particular situation
we can feel so alone
even in a crowded occasion
Many years ago in my early twenties
being a loner has not a friend
a single child with no siblings
will this ever end?
Many negative thoughts are born
what's point of carrying on?
having stuttering block as well
sometimes wishing I was gone
Slowly and surely I survived
through friend's God sent to me
but the most important of all
God's truth set me free
Telling of Jesus great love
Christ having died in my place
being alone on the cross
Jesus dealt with all of my case
Now living free in Christ
He is my friend so complete
nothing can take away His presence
when I bow at His feet
poetgord@2013
Caving tears in the moonlight's shadow.
I wash the pain of yesterday's wound.
A shade of happiness drifts in the darkness.
I start to breathe in a crowded room.
I run fast, 'til I reach the horizon.
Eyes glare at me, I have nowhere to go.
I screw up all the pain this heart kept.
I'm giving up, I'm tired to blend.
Kneeling down, I summon love.
I searched for love myself, and I failed.
I am broken, impaired, can barely bend.
Bring me to life, where love exists.
Lay down my soul barely naked.
Grasp the thinnest air, I'm suffocating.
Sooner or later the pain will be gone.
The night will soon meet the sunshine.
About Christmas
Christmas Is the Time of Year
That We All Love So Much to Share,
With Friends and Have Family Gatherings,
And Be Glad Each One Is There.
There's Tinsel, Lights and Santa Claus,
Homemade Pies and Dinners Galore,
Presents under the Christmas Tree,
And Fancy Wreaths upon the Door
Shopping for Each Special Person,
Crowded Stores and Standing in Line
Decisions on This, That, or the Other
'Till You Think You'll Lose Your Mind
You Hear All the Christmas Carols
Until You Think You're Ready to Shout
But All You Need to Remember Is....
The Child in the Manger....
Is What Christmas Is All About.
It’s evening rush hour on 101
Parched hills burn golden
Hemmed gnarled oaks see no road
Crowded between cars heading home
Smell the sage with windows rolled
God’s garnish perfumes my nose
His acres shrinking like my heart
AC on, car windows are closed
Distant lovers wait while hills burn
My off-ramp leads to no homecoming
I close my eyes and count to five
Grip the wheel terror wakes me at two
Whisper to me, live this rush hour
The hills grow darker by the minute
The oak stretches its shadowy arms
No one to welcome me this Tuesday
Two cats starving hastens not this drive
Soon twilight's violet will consume this gold
The oak, the hills, and I'll return to darkness
Return to the natural hue of the universe
If not for hope, I and our galaxy are devoid
We reflexively wait for a revolution
I unable to count to ten on the road
If not for hope, no exit welcomes
Because of hope, I came home
To the company of my screen