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I see you beyond
your humanness,
your one of a kind-ness.
When you recite your work, it
pricks the ears of nightingales,
they stand still and listen,
their heads tilt to one side,
they are captivated by the rich tone of your voice.
Same—when you write a couplet,
a rhyme, a haiku, a free verse,
sharing your innermost thoughts,
your words remind us of good times and sad times,
and of special occasions we’ve lived.
They make us laugh or shed a tear
cos we can relate and we are moved.
We trip on nostalgia.
The aura bringing your words alive
makes them shine bright for all to read;
enriching hearts, reaching deep under the skin,
arousing goosebumps, while motivating and healing.
Thoughtfulness lodged between each word—
not ordinary words—but words bearing intentions
to display truth, to heal and connect souls.
Our lives are enriched by your metaphors and rhymes.
Dear poets, you are a freaking, exceptional breed!
Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
And Squirrel and Nightingale in a state of horror.
Flower of one of the most somber and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.
Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the stars and the sparks,
The abandoned branches and the rods floating in the parks.
Copyright 1997 Hebert Logerie
Author of Sparkles of Love recently published by Xlibris.com.
Copyright © October 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
French version
Fleur d'Automne
Fleur jaune, fleur triste, fleur pâle;
Le soleil t'a brûlée et la pluie t'a échaudée;
Fleur mûre, fleur maturée, fleur immaculée;
Malgré tout, tu as gardé ta beauté phénoménale.
Les feuilles à moitié jaunes et à moitié vertes
Essaient de porter tes belles couleurs.
La nature et la faune sont inconsolables et en pleurs,
Les écureuils et les rossignols sont en état d'alerte.
Fleur d'une de la plus sombre et romantique saison,
Laisse-moi admirer ta beauté exceptionnelle
Et savourer encore ta douce et délicieuse salive.
Fleur, je viendrai, ce soir, m'étendre sur ton gazon.
Viens admirer les étoiles, les étincelles,
Les branches et les tiges abandonnées dans la rive.
Copyright © March 2008, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
The Great Illusionist
You tried to defeat the beast
But failed to bring them your truth and virtue
The people’s hearts showed no mercy
The master servant of the people
And all they did was put you on the highest steeple
The steeple of shame and dishonour
The hypocrisy installed its father
And the whip, its main device
And now in these modern times
Far from your glory past
We are all tamed by the same structure, system and class
Your words do live on though greatly misunderstood
And now in such worlds divided we are lost
Lost without our guide and your guidance
Removed from your whispers and philosophy
Distilled in absolute silence
But thank you for trying and being exceptional in your deeds
We only can take your words though, assumptions mislead
And when we go about our business as slaves within the boundaries
Of this order we can only blame ourselves
For our ignorance, selfishness and cowardice
We ourselves have clamped our lives
With sins, troubles and strife
We put ourselves on the sacrifice of falsehood
A classic metal made of vibranium steel alloy,
An offensive and defensive weapon that could decoy;
Though an illusory creation of comical books,
Had become part of culture with pretty attention-hooks...!
A concave disc; thick in diameter; weighing twelve pound;
Designed and cast by Myron MacLain with caution profound;
Captain America enjoyed its glamour in his acts;
And showcased through it exceptional emblematic facts...!
Embodied with strength that could alter the physical laws,
Bouncy in nature; quite conforming to the user's cause;
Power-equipped to face even dynamic storm-troopers,
Hulk's fists or Thor's hammer couldn't harm it; or hard coopers...!
In using the captain's shield Sam Wilson could not succeed,
It boomeranged; came back to captain; curb did not exceed;
Almost forty four miles per hour speed captain could throw it,
No one could comprehend its curve or shift or harming grit...!
Confrontations mounted; war-like situations arose;
Fight with Thanos did the damage; captain couldn't oppose;
Thanos' power with his sharp double-edged sword broke the shield;
Like Samson's fall after shave, captain had to leave the field...!
Yet, did captain give up his fights ever in whole of life?
His shield had brought him fame; did he ever leave his life-strife?
He traveled towards his greatest goal of eternity,
For a shield that couldn't be found midst taciturnity...!
06 July 2022
Captain America's Shield Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
September ushers in the cool, beautiful month of October,
That in turn heralds winter months, which can be bitterly cold,
Slowly my leaves shed into dark green, orange, brown, and gold,
And as my boughs empty, I reflect on our heavenly maker.
But I am not sad, look forward to the joy of snow when I’ll be laden,
With incredible encompassing whiteness which continues spreading,
But beneath my boughs now, children fallen leaves kicking and playing,
Romance blossoms as guys carve on my trunk,the name of their maiden.
I live out in the country, a serene place, next to a village church,
Families arrive every Sunday, thankful the summer heat has abated,
And look forward to the wonders of October month that God created
Even a few robins stayed behind and on the churches window sill perch.
And then let’s not forget, that October is Halloween month, what fun,
With scary costumes, trick a treating, and exceptional loads of candy
Children visit neighbors, relatives, everyone in their suburb, so dandy
From door to door until they can carry no more, go home, they are done!
October has 31 days, and each day is a small miracle, I’m still left standing
Rustic beauty abounds everywhere people love it, I’ve been here forever,
Will be for many Octobers to come, sad to see funerals at church, but never
Want October to end, it’s so leafy, crunchy, full of abandon and enchanting!
Entering Poetry Contest "October"
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
01/10/2020
I missed the deadline for the contest
however
never is it late to write an entry or of horses
the entry below is my dedication to secretariat
in my opinion is and always will be
the notable horse
thank you
"the notable horse"
it matters not no one knows
it matters that all understand
understand you are the best
greater than those before you
superior to those who follow
follow but fall short of
is it seen how you proudly stand
is it known for you are a child
a child with an exceptional soul
I know and understand it all
how you command how you lead
lead us to a world like no other
some say you were born small
others say you rose from the start
the start of birth to victorious reign
overwhelming such thoughts of you
the little horse with a huge heart
a heart who said I think I can and did
to date no other can take the stand
for any such comparison is pale
pale because no other rises as you
stories live with historians and lovers
they shine forever bright with followers
eternally you remain the notable horse
SkyWatcher
10-15-21
Come sit and vibe with me,
With an open mind receptacle;
Listen to my pouring out of positivity
And to what you may find acceptable:-
Oh, in the challenges of life,
We must put all things in perspective;
Particularly those that bring about strife,
And propels us into being self-reflective:-
Perspective prepares personal preservation.
Heeding one to stop putting self down in demoralization:-
No! drop your bucket of emptiness into the well of hope,
Collecting healing waters to wash away anger’s slope:-
No longer allow your spirit to drown in abject negativity;
With waters of spiritual hope, keep it afloat with positivity:-
Know that as a child of God, you are worthy of forgiveness;
Thus, in this awareness, forgive yourself in humble gratefulness:-
Do not allow painful, erroneous choices to shackle you in depressive agony;
With divine wisdom and guidance, raise yourself, lingering on hope’s balcony:-
No longer attempt to run away and abandon your life’s blessed fulfilled shelf;
Rather, seek to rise on the exceptional onderful oneness of your life’s cleft:-
The final perspective is this: know that in life, there will always be times of worry;
Always be true to God and self, for He will always bless you with healing glory:-
Hey, get spiritually risen, and look into that mirror of your heart’s mind and see,
Another one of God’s created cherished creatures, looking back smiling at thee:-
Ted was a professional farter
and at his windy recitals he’d boast
that could even toot Moonlight Sonata
If his wife fed him baked beans on toast!
There was an annual farting competition
Held in downtown Chicago, (the ‘Windy City’)
Ted had pre-loaded his guts for the mission
To lose his title would be such a pity
Ted knew that the competition was stiff
His groaning guts how they gurgled away
He farted an exceptional guitar riff
hoping he’d be winning the trophy that day
Ted raised his left leg and let rip
But disaster was about to strike
His todger got caught in his zip
The searing agony Ted did dislike
Limping off the stage in great pain
Bitter tears fell from his blue eyes
He re-adjusted his trousers again
Could he retain that coveted prize?
Now Ted returned to his farting position
With the microphone close to his tush
And with determination and good nutrition
He farted all of ‘Mystic Rhythms’ by Rush
The audience gave Ted a standing ovation
(Lucky for them they weren’t too near the stage)
And much to Ted’s delight and jubilation
The judges thought his farting was all the rage
Ted was eventually declared the winner
And he returned home to his lovely wife
She’d prepared chicken curry for his dinner
To safeguard his job for the rest of his life!
06-30-17
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
The 19th century stole this artist's soul,
causing him heartache and much turmoil.
His style of painting, too avant-garde, not dark enough or hard.
His expressive colors and vibrant art was mostly met with disgust.
In this era, it was not realistic enough.
At first poverty provoked him to paint things he could see, such as flowers, farmers and small trees.
Later his famous Red Vineyard, intense, red and bold.
I often wondered, what message did it hold ? Was he saying,“Am I a conflicted soul?”
But he persevered as an exceptional painter.
His ideas never waned, despite the times he felt judgement or pain.
Despite it all, Van Gogh felt pride and was able to put their ridicule aside.
He moved to Paris in 1882
and jumped into its bright happy milieu,
Impressionism, an accepting world of new.
Resilience, brilliance, permission for his jeweled art.
A creative mind, slowly accepted for his love of design.
Strong, tall sunflower stems,
bending with bursting seed pods for feathered friends.
Like a dove,this yellow painting I truly loved.
His famous art of a twinkling Starry Night
Each stroke from his brush, gave a lovely light.
Like humans, we are all unique, and one of a kind,
and like Van Gogh's stars, we can also shine.
Blossoms growing on an Almond Branch decorated white.
Van Gogh’s painting of nature’s, flowering delight.
Against his slim crooked branch, soft blossoms danced.
His adoration for the first tree in June, sang a spring tune
Now more freedom and fondness for his artistic flair.
More acceptance of his colorful art in the air,
but at times in his mind, trouble and despair.
He met his sorrowful fate, after painting his self portrait, Eternity's Gate.
He painted for decades, despite the sadness at times he faced.
But his artistic abilities never were never erased.
2,000 paintings, sadly only one sold.
But the history of Van Gogh will always be told.