Long Deja vu Poems
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Intentions keep hitting
a little bit different
Encouraged by diversity
in voices of interest
Glances of colors in the
language of poets
Producing a symphony
and didn’t quite know it
Inspired dialogue of time,
past and future
At times serious or heard
with humor
A philosopher with a
uniqueness expressed
The gift of rhyme & rhythm
so very blessed
Illustrating feelings that
once had existed
Inventive style leaving
one feeling twisted
Embodied deep secrets
all which are unknown
Created intelligent
reasoning design shown
How the thundering
echos eventually fade
Yet remain, in written
form verse now laid
Speaking to me in
shades of deja vu
Stroking my attention,
and imagination too
In marked territory, I must step with care,
For shadows past and present linger to snare.
Each step poised, measured, cautious, slow,
Falls on ground where furtive few, dare to go.
I kiss the bliss of ignorance, I know
Cannot dispel the florescent deja vu glow
Knowing virgin ground is non-existent,
All is done before, done for, insistent.
Even when I plow the field to furrows spell
Up pops the litter and glitter, that therein dwell
Echos, reflections, touche touches that smell
Of the death of innovation, pummeled pell-mell
For all out there is marked, scared, sullied and stained
As used before, or well past its use-by-date ingrained.
For machines are now omniscient, beyond what I could ever know
And all my steps are marked as plagiarist AI copies faux.
What is there inside the about- to- blossom bud
Plenty of light and some dark obviously for us
Or nuclear horror as Donald has thundered?
Whatever, I do look up to your soft green grass
Through the two deja vu purple window glass
In pink expectation we live this rainbow life
In expectation we look for a door and a window
In expectation the bee hums from flowers to the hive
Will the bud unfold towards a happiness crescendo
Or circumstantially we will be in a puzzling limbo
Let us welcome the new year two thousand seventeen
For an end of something and for others a beginning
Some poems to write off and some others to take up
Towards humanity improve our mental makeup
Towards the morning that would give us our teacup
Without elimination no purple invigoration
Goodbye sixteen that has spent all its green
Apples and oranges in colors of seventeen
Birds by the window in their voices umpteen
Standing in the juncture calls the future dream
Let us respond by saying we are ready too
In the tarmac of time holding hands me and you
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28/12/2016
No longer Serves me
Dear Self am I resisting changes?
consistently exploring in this web
of deja vu of what no longer serves
me. Stages in my life have been
heartaches and heartbreaks similar to
a bow and arrow have more drawbacks
then ups now releasing and being carefree.
Hopes and wishful thinking seem like
cousins to disappointments broken
trust and disrespect that I will no longer
entertain no longer serves me, letting go
gibberish chatter, will I ever see changes?
hopeful thinking, will it cons to pass,
difficult to grasp am I avoiding the reality of
questions at hand usually cause of idle talk
bringing up one's past yet now I'm so
unbothered by things that no longer serves
or brings substance and growth I am
stronger than yesterday's things that no
longer serves me.
Time left me here along time ago.
With addle sensability, saying I don't know.
Looking for an avenue to find somewhere to go.
For there are nothing but blank pictures on the wall to show.
Only insperation is left to guide the way.
Hopefully theres enough left so that I can stay.
Right here within the emptiness that fills up each new day.
So what I need to understand is what I have to say.
A woven web of sanity, intertwined with love.
To navigate a cold cruel worlds endless push and shove.
We wear our masks to do our tasks with bitten lower lip.
But in the course of being human, we're surely bound to slip.
So round and round and Deja Vu and up and down and whoopdi do.
Until we spin out of control with nothing left but to rewiew.
A paper filled with endless thought within our mind we finally caught.
With only hope left to endure that it is not just all for naught.
These are not events that took place very far in the past
These are obviously ongoing racial gaffes and contrasts
Where human beings are bombarded and mistreated
Where human beings are veraciously discriminated
Against, where politicians with supercilious smiles
And where election cheaters with camouflaged styles
Expel and reject Black people such as Africans and Haitians
And these same biased lawmakers welcome Ukrainians
With open arms, because Ukrainians are Caucasians
Because Ukrainians are Europeans and white
In your judicious eyes, is this right?
Black people are human beings too
Haitians are people too
Africans are people too
Ukrainians are people too
Are White human beings people too?
Please say something. Please write something
Please utter something. Please sing something
Singing ‘We shall overcome’ is insufficient
Not enough. You call yourselves ‘Christians’
Pour more Tetrahydrozoline HCL 0.05% in your eyes
In order to see clearly that the moon is not circled with hollow pies
From afar or from space, all humans are infinitesimally congruent
All human beings have red blood in their veins
And all humans are jam-packed with flaws and sins
Moreover there exists neither white blood, nor black blood
Blue blood is originating from chasmal whims, far from abroad
Fair-minded Readers ponder
And conscious minded Poets wonder
Apparently, Republicans are pushy and obvious
And Democrats are wishy-washy and dubious
Human beings must not be chased by wild horsemen
All humans must be welcome by clergy men and women
Anywhere on Earth
The Globe is everybody’s turf.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
This feels too much like deja vu,
the days and nights of a biblioklept.
It’s what the book-bosomed must do,
taking in every chapter as you slept.
Being such an omnilegent person
it’s hard to run across something fresh.
Reading’s such pure introverted fun,
with each word I want gooseflesh.
I wander to each town bouquiniste
on the lookout for a page turner.
I’m hungry for a clever plot twist,
that story that’s an acid burner.
There is no place I would rather be
then inhaling the scent of this paper.
Serene and content in a lectory
escaping into a wild fictional caper.
I love to go running through my head
inside a space where I have no phobia.
While in reality I am filled with dread
suffering from debilitating abibliophobia.
FLASH
Frenzy flash of feelings forgotten
long lost, hidden, faded frozen
yet thawing slushing
crushing , blushing
on sudden sensation
of mystic exclamation!
Reminisces: Blurred vision.
Confusion or misconception.
Appeared instant !
Perceived significant.
Tried to place.
Vanished ! No trace.
Weird happenstance:
Far fetched fragrance
with faint redolence
Intuitive innocence,
flashed,
crashed !
Deja Vu ! Old view ?
Or new ? Review.
03/06/23
A Brian Strand Premiere no. 1202
Contest by Brian Strand.
She is another man's property
Forbidden perhaps to pose for such an artist
A mirage of a slow smile on her face
Some see smirk somber sliver sly seduction
Sandy shadows personify her presence
Did you see in her encore eyes
Dreams deferred decorated delivered
In a decidedly departed deja vu?
Hidden in brave denial
The remainder of her doting smile
Traced enhanced romanced by his hands
Attentive artistry of bleak bronze hues
Captures light behind enchanting eyes
Maybe she carries a child
Painting in her womb by her lovers brush
Swelling hearts baptizing minds
As the only work of art she will treasure
For it is so very personal
Love lights Mona Lisa's darkest daze
Painted passion lives in an impression
A hint of a smile
Least the secret be told too loud.
*This poem is about the Mona Lisa painting.
What if darkness is our natural state
bear with me bubonically
we spend most of our life dead or asleep
less than a third awake
some stars are still forming
wear the ice eroded
mountains now mole
hill of a sentence
i've got milliseconds counting
would a million pedicures
be a milli
paid attention to the dark
visited all it wrinkles
no one happy waking
comfort by my eyelashes clamour
closing to reremember Deja vu
Dave yah view
to the darking
there should be darking
abyss watching
nothing as i dangle
my f
-----e
-----e
------t from outside
yeah i know it should be where
Their wolf
There cast ill
Why are you talking like that
why does the dark feel warm
Seriously come on you darkness
you diviner of the moonlights glimpse
now try to say plinth
wont see you on the other side
cause my whole world is lacking b
ready for oblivion any time
no place
just gone