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It's insane how much has changed.
From never talking-
to talking every single day.
I am more attached to you than I am my phone
My 2 addictions combined
Infused with my blood
It is a good thing that you would never lie, right?
My heart has stopped.
Frozen in it’s tracks
When I am down in the dirt, it is your hand that pulls me back
The hand is made of arsenic, little did I know
Slowly poisoning me, while I beg you not to let go
You’re my 2nd addiction.
The only other thing I couldn’t live without
The weight of my phone in my pocket and the weight on my chest when you are away.
I want to break the glass prison that you hide in,
The one that surrounds your heart.
The shards from the glass would shed my skin and I would keep the blood in a bottle,
One that I would keep on your altar while I pray at my knees.
I would use my hair as a rope, one forever attached,
I would tie it around your heart so that you could never leave me again
I would use my tears to boil my eyes so no one would ever question if i have eyes for anyone else
My skin as the carpet of the room I furnish for you with my bone.
But now there is nothing left of me.
Just the pieces I gave to you.
The ones I hoped you would treasure
But you really dyed them blue.
You took the parts of me that I let your arsenic hands touch,
You boiled them blue until I was exactly the kind you liked
You left me there,
Blue on the corner-
Begging you not to drive away.
Not to let a stranger pick up the pieces that you tossed in the waste
Those letters and poems, i filled my notebooks for you
I would have written until my fingers fell from my hands.
One-By-One. Use them as fuel for a fire to keep you warm.
Pick my nails until they bleed.
My blood, all for you.
I would let you drink my soul
And chew on my bones
My heart was left dry-
Thrown out with your junk
Left to rot and cry
I thought we were tied.
Mine heart to yours
But you cut my hair and used it to climb the wall
The one of the room I built and furnished with my bones.
You used my hair and my veins as means for escape
To get away from all I gave away
Now I burn.
My exposed muscle and organs
They thrust for oxygen
But I could only get my oxygen from you.
Castello di Amore Parte 1
A million yellow bricks for you,
Cut, from the quarry of my soul
I work both day and night,
A willing lovers toll
Over lands, the stones I carry
To the place that you have found,
Blue skies and rich, loamy soil,
Our future promise abounds.
The home is built together,
Mortar is our Love
Furnished with feelings gold,
We will, have more than enough
Tending the land as one,
Ancient and rusty vines
Soon, heavy with purple fruit
We laugh and make our wine
The heady scent of olives,
Growing in our grove,
We relish the salty taste,
A discovery we both know.
Years ease past,
They're kind to us.
We enjoy growing old.
Features gently blur,
But our yellow bricks still glow
You still laugh at me,
And I, still smile at you,
The later years we hold,
Take on a special hue.
A longtime ago,
I made the yellow bricks for you.
Cut, from the quarry of my soul.
You laughed and held my hand,
My Heart, you made me Whole.
Castello di Amore Parte 2
I lie on our bed,
You hold my hand.
Not long left, in our beautiful land.
Darkness quickens around me so,
I hear your voice, please don't go.
Squeezing your hand, one last time.
I am yours and you are mine.
Your last kiss.
Was my tear.
We will smile again
My beautiful Fear.
A season later,
You drink our wine,
You taste the love,
Both yours and mine.
You follow the path
Back to our home
On this walk,
You're never alone
You hold me tight,
Then close your eyes,
And I lift you up,
To the burnished skies.
Perdonami amore mio
Castello di Amore Parte 3
Rising to the heavens,
Floating on your smile,
We've a long way to go,
It will take a while.
Your hand in mine
I've watched you from above,
for some time.
You look so happy.
You are truly free.
Finally.
I am you,
and you are me.
Souls connect,
Atoms collide.
Our house,
the horizon wide.
We are the sun,
the rain,
wind,
And the summers tide.
Together,
amongst the stars,
Nothing to fear,
Even less to hide.
The Universe is ours.
Never growing old,
Rising with the morning sun,
We watch our house of gold.
I am in a short deep sleep
Before you wake me.
I am in my shivering silence
Before I feel your gentle touch in my tan skin.
You know that because I am in my bareness.
You're afraid to mosquitoes and the cold.
But before that this morning, you nag me.
You throw teaspoon and fork on my back
Without saying a word,
You do that.
Your face furnished with anger.
This afternoon, you don't cook my favorite dish.
In my state, I was confused.
I keep on thinking why.
I question you why this is so?
You run and get inside the room and cry.
Yes, you're angry with me.
But I don't know the reason why.
I leave the house and breath air in the open field.
Until dusk, I went back.
There you are standing, staring into the horizon.
I know now what you're thinking.
You're thinking of love.
I know now, yes!
But wait, did you visit the comfort room?
Not yet. Then, you go there.
You came back laughing with tears.
You know why?
Today, is our anniversary. The time you accepted
My love. At the CR.
There, in that place hung the statement,
"Happy 10th Anniversary".
Why I did that so, because I want you to remind
That in that place I was imprisoned by your love.
Then you embrace to me. We laugh.
Then we ended in bed.
At eight o'clock, the cake deliverer came.
You laugh again with joy.
You slice the cake, while I sing our favorite song,
"Perhaps Love". We dance and sing,
We eat and drink.
Until we drunk and retired to bed.
Midnight, you wake me, with that French kiss
Saying, "I love you, you' re great!".
You make an Adam. As I say in return.
"You mean more to me, than words can ever say".
The night is very long.
Those were the minutes
Of contrarian moments.
Those were the seconds
Of thrilling event written,
When our hearts desire
And our youthful seems to fade.
In vagueness of the night, we mean recall,
Love is there, and we won.
You Are The One I think of the most.You know and carry unconditional love.You have experienced the pains of pains.When You're not in My presence to walk with Me;My mind carries You and holds You deep in thought.The pureness that grows from Good devours The Evil...The walls of Your Heart fall down and open into fields No One Else can possible reach,love,know,or roam.The Wisdom of Your Fields develop and rules Valleys.Valleys expand into Vast Kingdoms filled with Knowledge,Power,and Intelligence...Across The Horizon lies The Kingdom of Heaven in boundaries of grey only a Lion Heart can visualize.The Strength of a Castle is built by Your Own two hands held by Fate.Only a Lion Heart has the keys to open the doors and the ability to cross through the rooms furnished with Destiny untold.A candle is lit.You pace the rhythm with a steady beat.Your Heart restores The Eternal Light with-in.Truth becomes factual.The Greenness of Facts unfold into Beautiful Gardens. Among The Gardens indescribable Rays of Hope appear with Faith as Your Spirit.Your Spirit becomes excelled by love.... LOVE Blossoms into The Reality of Freedom. Freedom is enhanced by Courage...The Courage of A Lion Heart that holds Forgiveness for All. With-in Your Heart A Garden of desire is standing firm and grounded...Could it be possible that You have A Lion Heart? Respect,Understanding,Love;that is Everlasting Serenity... I often wonder where this comes from as an Orion of ringing appears undetectable in Ones Ears... The Lion roars and The Angels sing softly with an inner Peace.May Your Gift of Acceptance Shine-On...From A Creator;to an Angel,better yet A Lion Heart.Walk among The Winners just for Today...
By Charlene L. Wilcox 03-24-2014
Docked on an opposite shore,
peering through round portholes
as the river who flowed me to different landscapes
slips past, current furious:
not quite a pleasure cruise.
No swimming pools splashing over onto the smooth wood
of a polished deck furnished with plastic,
but stormy excursions into the foamy sea,
threats of sinking, of capsizing, of mutiny.
I miss that ocean; I didn’t think
I would love him so much,
but, after my boat wobbled in the foam
and I slipped into the sea without a life-vest,
after I submerged my head with the dolphins and squids
and waited for the water to transform me
into a finned mermaid with oysters in my hair,
I felt at home in its salty swiftness,
safe in its kelpy arms, hidden in its coral fortresses.
And when my tongue, dried from salt and solitude,
began to salivate for the buttery sunshine,
something issued an anchor
into the sockets where my wisdom teeth once grew,
and I surfaced, dripping salt water, breathing.
And although the chain between us
has since grown rusty with tugging and pulling,
new docks, different boats and captains,
the sea is still easily crossed,
as easily as music attaches itself
to cold moonlight.
So, maybe our boat has hit a few icebergs –
but the Eskimos have patched the holes
with pine needles and chocolate syrup;
and the boiler room doesn’t make me sweat and sigh–
but it leaves me with a tight chest and
the warmth felt when,
returning after a long voyage, you finally see
the shores of home .
I love you still, brother:
and the sails are full of wind.
I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve.
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her,
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied.
It turns me inside out,
and there was no going back from it.
Once the thunderbolt hits, my life irrevocably changed.
With a carved stem-thin figure,
And sparkly appearance.
Her pencil-thin eyebrows,
eased down gently to her velvety,
Eyelashes.
Her beauty is the celebrity's cute wind-swept
twisting through
the late evening's darkening heavens.
Her smile shines stunningly
like the sun rising over the skyline,
her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed
as she pawed at me with her flick star nails.
Her gorgeousness is the stars
that is now quivering into view
as their star shine ends its life journey
as a whim I am.
Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes
gazed at me
over her syrup-sweet lips,
She had a springy character
and a syrupy voice, which I idolized.
She is like a candle's flickering flame,
radiating a soft warm light into me.
Her hair was ebony-black
and it tumbled over her shoulders.
Her beauty shines from the inside out,
It flows like a journey down a long route.
Those sugar candy-sweet lips,
her well-designed personality,
all awestruck me.
Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky,
seek out the good in me.
Her body ornately furnished with typically girlish curves,
Her voguish garments still kept enslaved an odor evocative
of lemony fresh and floral-fresh mint.
It loitered in the apartment long after she had gone.
a day will come
when all my anguish
will vanish
and my sadness
turn into happiness
free from the whips and chains
which feeds me with pains
far will i be
from the land
of hatred and jealousy
from the life which inflict me
with emotional agony
and cloths my path
with tragedies and mysteries
lay me a bed of cruelty
but a day will come
when time will look
at me with sympathy
when life will smile at me
for success will be my lover
and failure my enemy
a clean spirit
do not have a place in hell
for heaven is the place he dwells
so poverty i wish you farewell
because am departing from hell
and heaven is my next destination
away from the discrimination
and the intimidation
when that day comes
my night will turn to a day
and the sunshine
will make me a hay
i will enjoy the fruits
of my labor
have happiness every dinner
for i have reached the land
where joy is divine
and all that is beauty
now is mine
wonderful thought seducing me
to my prosperity
for birds only fly
and that is their destiny
i am a mansion
built with wisdom
and furnished with freedom
the doors of my heart
opened to the future
and my hunted past gone forever
escaped from the land of fear
i now live where
life is very fair
conquered the psychological welfare
in my struggle
have i learnt something
nothing can compare
i don't walk with hate
but now walk with faith
May 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 7-9
Key Verse – 1 Chronicles 9:27 And they lodged round about the house of God, because the charge was upon them, and the opening thereof every morning pertained to them.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO WELCOMES US TO HIS HOUSE
1 Chronicles 7:5 Praise be to God for welcoming us
to His house while enabling us to be valiant in His might:
Fired up midst His revival
Faith-filled by His redemption
Fueled-up toward reaching-out
Fixed against ruin of rebelliousness
Furnished with His restoration and renewal
1Chronicles 8:28 Praise be to the Lord Who
makes us dwell in the center of His will with His:
Peace assuring us His pardon
Promises asserted by His precepts
Provisions abounding toward progress
Power affirming His providence and perfection
Prosperity attesting His presence against perversions
1Chronicles 9:27 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to lodge around His presence for our:
Exposure toward His good leadership
Exuberance along gladness by His love
Expectation only His greatness can grant by His lessons
Experience of His gracious liberation against lawlessness
Expedition so glorious while for Him we live as to Him we listen. Amen!
May 1, 2024
My country is the beautiful sun
My country is not the hard winter
My country is an often green Eden
Always languid and tropical at dawn.
It’s a country where the crowing of roosters
Revives everybody every morning
It’s a country furnished with filthy slush and rocks
Where nature is a vast and miserable garden.
It's a country full of horrid stories
Where slaves and decent people are revolted
Against greedy settlers and bloody buccaneers
It’s where only macabre memories exist.
In this awful and morose atmosphere
Where I banter all that is negative
I will build positive monuments
I will dream and recite fables.
My country is the moonlight
Which gives hope and strength to fight
Against masked and zombified
Bogeymen. Oh! God, I hold no grudges.
My country is the ever positive imagination
Presently, I don't want to denounce anyone
However, I will silence the chiming bells
Oh! It's sad to see my people on the exodus
Near the evacuative shores.
P.S. Gilles Vigneault, this poem is
For you and our people.
Copyright © January 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Though a playground is for fun and frolic,
I fear the playground of my childhood;
It’s of our school though not huge in area,
Well furnished with all around green trees;
It’s during intervals that we ran there,
Like monkeys climbing the trees all at once;
Our game was catching others only on trees,
And get ourselves escaping from their catch;
We played falling, rising, climbing, crawling,
Catching as many of us, as we safely escape;
It’s during such thrilling wild game,
It was almost the end of the term there;
Feeling, perhaps, the fear of parting,
We played it more fervently again, again;
And, lo, such a wonderful gem of our friends,
Got electrocuted holding a wire above by fault;
He fell just like a dead monkey from heaven,
As though burnt alive and no doctor needs;
Then the crying and wailing and weeping,
All with heavy at hearts the school departing….
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All I had asked the lord thereafter on that ground was:
Why don’t you give us our friend back to play…?
23 June 2021
PLAYGROUND Poetry Contest
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