Long Flower Poems
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It happened in a moment
One breathless twinkling, graceful
Stirred by the wonder, the miracle
Erasing all the darkness,
Destroying sorrow,
Bringing hope and heartfelt
Wishes, dreams, feelings
Blessed by the tenderness,
Sensations so wonderful, so gentle
They felt like the endless waves
Oceans of completion, seas
Silencing the rain, the storms
Ending the gray and bringing hope
In hues of laughter, rays of
Inspiration, soothing the pain
Exciting sensitivity and creativity,
Awakening the wonders
So alive that heartbeats thunder
Through the tears and fears,
Delighting the moon and stars,
Shimmering with brilliant hopes
It happened and all my broken
Became complete – I became me
More me than I had ever believed
I might be – more me than I
Had ever been before and more me
Than I could have hoped to know
It was graceful and pure,
Like joy, elation, euphoria…
Hopelessly lost in the moment,
The gasping whispers, the sighs, the song
Singing of love more alive than I could
Hope to define – more alive than the passion,
More real than any explanation,
More me – I became more me…
Than the answers
Revealing my hopes and dreams,
My joys and fears – the tears that fade
Into the past, only leaving a trace of liquid
Like the dew falling against a tender leaf,
Racing toward the most beautiful petals, the flower
A smiling assurance that this LOVE…
Will quiet every doubt, inspire in ways
That the darkest clouds can’t possibly evaporate!
This love – roused in the one moment
When his kiss broke through my doubts,
Sending chills, sparks of wonder…
Through my heart – in that one breathless
Moment, there came assurance…
That this love was my forever and always
This love – would only grow stronger
This love – would soar to the utmost horizons
Bring joy that I had never thought of…
It happened in one moment…
Love that sings my song in a rhythm
of hope and joy, peace so warm,
wonder that is never wrong,
beauty that simply sings along,
into the night where I discovered the one
who gave me a love so very strong!
Flower gardens glow in natures grasp
as ink flows to pen
setting free emotions
happiness or disrepair
There will also be the brute
wearing robes of biblical sheep
Fooling not the serene, wisdom shall prevail
Teeth in flesh may draw blood and tears
Triumph comes from wisdom and truth
ignorance, one days runs out of blotters ink
selfish minds will never swim
the oceans of the human heart
Those who sing dear lullabies
while stealing babies in the night
slavery lives in such darkness
lets illuminate what is gratuitous
When the night falls from the sky
and morning makes its way
enjoy the sunrises tranquility
before silent crimes, murder butterflies
Fall not for soothing evil tongues
of ancient Babylon
violins and lyres
musicians bringing peace to human reverie
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm
Mwen renmen ou chak jou
Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou.
Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote
Ou nan kèm tout la jounen
Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen
Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste
Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous
Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous
Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen.
Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen
Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen
Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm
Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm
Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib
Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib
Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an.
Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal
Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl
Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou
Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen
Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen
Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou.
P.S. Tradiksyon "Joyous Women’s Day"
Ki ekri Pa Hébert Logerie
Copyright © Mas 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè liv pwezi.
His wrinkled hands, the texture of sand
creases and grooves line the space of his face
You notice his gait, a trifle unsteady
but at 5:00 a.m., he's prayed, for work he's ready
He's a man of the Torah, in the Land of Israel
scion of pioneers who drained the swamps,
made the desert flower
Born on the land, a Jew through and through
with his loving wife, raised five 'olive shoots'
tho' only two will work the land in their mud-stained boots
But that's ok. His strapping saplings will all toil in Torah's well
A rich man, he: lived a Torah life on the land, the Land of Israel
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe love is like a seed?
Plant it.
Water it.
Be patient.
Watch it grow.
Do you believe it is like a weed, a wild thing?
Growing uncontrollably.
Choking.
Taking life energies from everything in its path.
Do you believe it is more like a wild flower?
Blooming in the spring.
Waiting for a defrost.
Its rebirth coming from the warming sun.
The beauty fleeting.
Sleeping in the end.
Instinctively we all should know.
Has my heart really turned from gold to cold?
Has my mind taken over much control?
Being jaded cannot fade away.
It lingers making me turn away, run away.
Ghosts of loves gone bad hang over me.
A cobra ready to strike up injecting deadly poisons into my veins.
Candles flickering flame casting shadows that will forever remain.
Breath held tight, not much room left for what should be loves energy light.
The Candles flickering flame has been blown out.
Time passes.
Flickers bloom.
Sparks try to ignite.
Taking chances seem way to far out of reach.
Can the soul's candle's wick be relighted or is it now just too late.
by my balcony~
snowflakes peeped in cold embrace
dawn breeze bit like rime
it freshened my rose~
a gift in a china vase
held tight in my heart
a treasure of love~
a balm for recent heartache
in winter's cold stare
I thought it'd decay~
since its flowers looked wilted
yet it glowed in blooms
the cold air its friend~
its frozen stalk bore fresh buds
that blossomed in frost
its fresh fragrance flowed~
bees traveled in snow disguise
to sip its pollen
but one afternoon~
petals vanished in a bleat—
winter claimed its own
I still dreamt of it~
dried petals on my front yard
whispering in snow
I'm only twenty- five,
living half of my life.
Looking for true love,
Not every man has.
A not so pretty I am,
still searching for man.
Who knows how to respect his mom,
An honest heart ,a loyal one.
World will turn only with mine.
He will not pick a flower for me,
instead draw it in a piece of sheet.
The one who will not promise anything,
I need a man that full of dreams.
And in his dream I see a maiden,
wearing a crystal-white long dress,
walking in the aisle,
offerring her a ring.
Soon he'll be a father to her kids.
A playmate,a poet and a geek.
He is a man who'll save my soul.
Who will be there from dusk 'til dawn.
He will take my hands for a whole night dance,
Enveloped me with his rockey-arms.
A man who will love me when my skin get dried,
Who can be happy when life turns down.
Who will kiss my lips,will love my smile.
The one who's willing to risk his life.
This man I'm wanting sure does exist.
Where to find him?
Still a wish I keep.
All I ever wanted is to end this life,
Lying on his chest 'til I close my eyes.
Someday I know he'll be found.
"Dayum - that hurts!" cried the waking soil, frozen hard as concrete ...
"Couldn't you wait a smidge longer ... I mean, until I thawed out a bit?"
(As it watched its surfaces crack and crumble and bulge from beneath).
The sun WAS out, it had to admit, but all was yet frozen and snoozing.
More crumbling ensued, as a little yellow spear slowly poked its noggin,
"Well??" asked the soil, waiting ... the Crocus rose proudly, and smiled.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 6, March 2019 - 6 Lines" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Snow is falling from the sky
Tears fill up some happy eyes
Flowers color the whiteness
That sparkle in the brightness
A trail of rose petals
Lead from outside to a hall
Christmas breezes fill a room
Waiting for a bride and groom
Flower girls looking so sweet
Pretty shoes upon their feet
Little boys holding the rings
As the choir starts to sing
Bridesmaids in long lacy gowns
You can hear the brides heart pound
The best man is doing his best
To calm the groom in his new vest
A hushed silence fills the air
The brides march is what you hear
As doors open and you see
A gorgeous gown and the beauty
Of a bride that can not wait
To be wife--it will be great
A preacher saying the I Do's
No objections from the pews
Rings are placed softly with care
Kissing lips and happy cheers
A Christmas wedding that will be
The greatest one in history
Full of joy and lots of love
Snow falling from up above
As angels bless this happy union
Of a couple always swooning
11/7/2013
Hatred, anger, flames burning up souls
destruction, killings all manner of evil
brother turning on brother, father on son
riots, police being so incredibly brutal.
Wars for no good reason corrupt powers
Bloodshed and children skinned alive
how did we all arrive at such devastation
this surely is not how we should live.
The Beatles sang of love and peace
Tried to show us the way of harmony
peace is the only real way to prosper and
become united with all races and creeds
Flower power, hippie's were on the right track
how did their message go so badly wrong
how can we one moment sing and enjoy love
it shows us all in a terrible horrible spot light.
Instead let us do good things, have kind thoughts
reach out to help others, learn to live in peace
let sunshine into our hearts fill souls with love,
kindness and reach out with love, love and more love.