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and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals dipped ‘ere farewell flew
common as the air we breathe, this new found muse sic cull passion grew
yet handled with kid gloves, which lacked the means to nurture and hue
a novel interpersonal ecstasy, which with fits and starts knew
tony yen physics manifested into a mutual attraction
despite any self-admission new
to this chap, whose skills sans intimacy infantile
and as a result inadvertently caused grief
to a gal (who valiantly christened her vehicle Ruby)
hoping to stride down the pew
which outcome thwarted, now tis much more sands of mine life time
funneled down the hourglass shaped queue
without any rhyme nor reason find this bard **** to rue
how a golden opportunity indiscriminately
lost a flickr and sentiments now akin to culinary Michelin patshke stew
rather futile to ruminate the long lapsed travails that tripped a true
lee darling dame, whose take on the matter, this poet would cherish a view
yet….nary a clue exists if any possibility to revisit that denouement recalling
the awkward fits and starts before embers of warm reciprocity kindled
reciprocal an ambition to court, jest and indubitably woo
to flip and shutterfly at greased lightening speed
back to that contra dance at Summit Presbyterian Church
at the cross roads of Green and Westview Avenues.
Three mornings in a row on my walk who should I happen to meet…but a solitary rabbit…the same rabbit…sitting in the middle of the street.
The first two mornings I tiptoed by…not wanting his solitude to betray…and was somewhat surprised when he didn’t move…when he didn’t hop away.
The third morning I said “Hello Mr. Rabbit.” (I used mister because manners I do not lack)…and was even more surprised when he said, “Hello” back.
I immediately stopped in the middle of that street…in the middle of my walk…
and told him, “in all my years upon this Earth I never knew a rabbit who could talk.”
“There are two main differences between rabbits and humans.” He said smiling.
“The first is rabbits never have a bad hair day…
and the second is we rabbits talk only when we have something important to say.”
“So what has brought you out hese last three mornings…it has been three mornings I believe.”
“Three days ago.” The rabbit said, “I lost a friend and I’ve come out to grieve.”
“Rabbits believe since we are creatures of the Earth we go back to the Earth when we die…and we believe our spirit, once it leaves us, becomes a cloud up in the sky.”
“So we try to find a quiet place…far from the maddening crowds…
to say goodbye to one we loved as we search for them in the clouds.”
“And did you find him” I asked and the rabbit smiled…there was a twinkle in his eye…
When I looked up sure enough there was a rabbit cloud in the sky.”
Gently floating with the other clouds in the morning just before dawn…
I smiled but when I returned my gaze to the rabbit…the rabbit…he was gone.
I hope I’ll see him again someday on my walk…when he has something important to say…
Until then I’ll search the morning sky for rabbit clouds…
it’s a wonderful way to start my day
I shall finish this letter to granddaddy tonight,
I just cannot find the words that are right.
I wish to thank him for fighting in the war,
on the front line he stood, straight in sight.
I bet he saw the such violence and abhor,
but he knew exactly what America stood for.
"Granddaddy,
I wish I could’ve met you, granddaddy of mine-
I wonder, did I get my ginger hair from you?
My momma said you were utterly divine
and that I would have loved you too.”
little does she know...
(I already do)
(crumbles letter up)
This letter must be perfect so he can read
it from heaven where he lives in creed.
I keep rewriting, I know not the words to say,
but I am determined to finish this, indeed!
For wretched cancer took granddaddy away.
O, I hope he knows that momma’s okay.
"GUESS WHAT!
I got a new puppy in honor of you,
I named him Frankie, your name too!
I tug his ears, he slobbers on my face,
kisses from heaven I’d like to embrace.”
This is the final draft, it’s ready to be mailed,
but instead I go to his gravesite and nailed
my letter to a flower, hope he receives!
It’s full of questions and memories detailed,
for in my heart I know in me he believes.
This letter I wrote, I hope an angel retrieves.
"Farewell and be blessed, my dear granddaddy,
for one day you shall be alive again with me.
Love,
Jeremy"
I chose photo #2
October 2, 2019
Realism Art Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
Dappled twilight etches broken shadows
Wandering mountain breeze rustles the leaves
Last flocks of birds wing back to their nests
Evening turns grey with the sun sneaking out of sight
Mind too darkens with fears illusory and real
Emotionally drained and heart broken
Feeling trapped and ensnared in the confines of homes
Life is no longer the way it used to be
An unseen killer- Corona virus is striding nonchalant
Dust of silence settles on cobalt streets
They lie vacant without the thud of hurrying feet
People lock inside, grateful for just being alive
Without a touch, a hug or even a word of farewell
Human bodies are licked by flames in forlorn pyres
Sadly they are deserted as contagious garbage
Unclaimed even by the nearest, demanding quick disposal
Night seems endless, caught in a web of diabolic desolation
All that surrounds is silence and we play a losing game
At what point in time will this maze come to a stop?
When will we come out from whirls of dark to swirls of light?
31 Dec. 2021
Corona virus( Covid. 19) Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Robert James Liguori
If I can choose my time to die
winter is my first choice
although I can imagine
any season could be good
for releasing ego’s hold
on troubled ecoEarth-engagement,
should there be such a long-named thing
when I choose my AnthroPrivileged time to die.
I would walk out through Earth's sacred trees
to caress and bid farewell
and thank them for this air we breathe
for their patience with my cut-down ways,
I would breathe my richest breath
into their root systems
as I walk on through
fading nests of deep sleep bees
breathing Life and Death
through rich swells of mad elation
rooted inside blustered breeze.
I would lie down on snow
under falling flakes
blanketing this final rest
gathering owl’s rich medicine
listening to her echoing
WhoAreYou
night-ride voice
twinkling back into this miracle nest
of snow-flaking stars
twinkling we kisses
us misses
through our gusty path
Lying down
as cold
and ego-bold
as silent snow.
Co-gravitating
co-arising
timeless
Earth-membered
conscious choice of times we live
to give
as freely as Earth’s melting glow.
Not not old and cold
timeless flowing
eco-fancy
circle dancing,
snow replacing silent stars,
Great Adventure’s rebirth light
Not bright
not might
not night
not sight
not fight
not left
or right.
A new Pope
A new hope
Farewell to Pope Francis
Who did a wonderful job as a great clergy
As we know, age believes in no dynasty
We come and we go like a kiss
New blood is needed from time to time
And of course, that’s natural; that’s not a crime
Novum papam habemus
Novum spem habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new Pope
A new Leader for the Catholic Church
The search is over, no more search
For a few decades, since no man or woman is eternal
The recent Popes have been friendly, humble and truthful
We expect the Pontiff to be better than the previous one
(No laughing matter) Who is sitting in Heaven
Filing and signing his proper documents
Where countless Angels are singing under the divine tents
The world is right now deep in a messy situation:
Lies, crimes, corruption, deportation and discrimination
For crying out loud, this is to say the least
However, the entire world wants peace, peace and peace
We want all nightmares to end: injustice, wars and poverty
Novum spem habemus
Novum papam habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new pope
May God bless the new Pontiff, Mother Nature and Humanity!
Copyright © May 8, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
He starred in 'Move Over Darling', 'Grand Prix' and other flicks.
He was James Garner and sadly, he died at the age of eighty-six.
He starred as Wyatt Earp in 'Hour Of The Gun'.
Six years later he starred in 'One Little Indian'.
He starred in a cameo in 'Alias Jesse James'.
Many years later he starred in 'Skin Game'.
In 1960, he starred with Natalie Wood in 'Cash McCall'.
Three years later he starred as Doctor Boyer in 'The Thrill Of It All'.
He worked with Clint Eastwood, Paul Newman and Dennis Weaver and that was
cool.
This talented man also starred in television shows, one of which was '8 Simple
Rules'.
He had charm that his fans couldn't resist.
Now Garner is dead and he will be missed.
[Dedicated to James Garner (1928-2014) ho died on July 19, 2014.]
September eleven, two-thousand-one-
dark age of homeland terror had begun.
If only I could change this horrid past-
alleviate deep pain from grief at last.
Three thousand souls were lost forever, then.
Three hundred forty-three were brave firemen,
so many whom I'd come to know before,
when they'd stop by our fire equipment store.
Our County is just sixty miles away
from New York City, South of us, and they
would often live more North in New York State,
commute each shift- but many met their fate.
One family resided on our street.
That morning, he left home for death to meet.
So many others we will never see
who purchased goods from us so faithfully.
For those who died, whose bodies were not found,
we gifted presentation helmets bound
to loved ones for the funerals they held.
Such awful, somber days, unparalleled.
If I could change the past and turn back time,
erase that day of tragedy and crime,
my heart, with all the others, would rejoice
that these poor souls could live a life of choice.
I host many song birds,
but never enough.
I steal them from neighbors
with lavish tax-relief offers,
free food
and housing
in exchange for their relocation
and entertainment.
I love them all
but especially red cardinals,
him with her.
They hang and fly together.
An integrity couple
more than the robins
and sparrows
and bluejays
and finches I have flinchingly noticed.
I'm not so sure how mourning doves might compare
with red rapturous cardinals,
him flashy patriarchal
and her graceful matriarchal
sharing worms and seeds
with a bilaterally grateful kiss.
Sometimes,
watching them carry on
from tree
to garden sea
to nested night to be,
I feel alone
longing to belong
mutually beloved,
paired
and not so autonomously impaired.
Kissing oneself
and my own past life investments
in mistrust of goodbye
without farewell
is better than no healing kiss at all,
yet falls awesomely short
of cardinal couple celebration kisses.
The heart aches as
a fire rages inside!
Tucked away
under unseen embers
for decades
a secret
smoldering there.
Children whose minds
not yet fully bloomed
who have not yet pondered
I’d be this or I’d be that
must now deal with
confused emotions and
a struggle to recover.
A manifestation of guilt
when they’re reminded of holy water
used to wash their mouths
as they whisper
“Forgive me ‘Father’
for I have sinned
it is one week since my
last confession”
And the irony is…
For a lifetime they exist
shrouded under layers of deceit
closed mouthed as unsung lyrics
remain stored away in silence
while the wrong secretly
changes the course of their journey
to an alternate existence.
Adult smiles
grace their faces
amongst many others
hiding unforgivable secrets
as though guarding
a secret pot of gold.
No one guess the facade
or see beyond false
laughter dressed as humor
as a place for secrets
to lay uncovered
hiding broken auras
masked
in pain and shame.
For a lifetime
they cling to hurt
never seeking release of
shame
it accompanies them
till the last handful
of dirt follows
their farewell song.
Their life’s journey forever marred.
But run tell that!
Chorus the “ME TOO” chant
shine light on the offender
to remove the shadows
of agony
taking up residency within.
Do not bear the burden
keeping hidden dark secrets
well guarded in memory vaults
suppressed deep inside.
While the perpetrator walks free
to steal yet another’s innocence
over and over again
hiding in plain sight
Under The Black Robe.
This must STOP!
Free up the tongue
set it loose
to expose the sinful acts
of the Divine Perverts
who committed them.
Heal your pain while
saving others from the same.
Run tell that story!