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Beautiful is your foot with the stabbing nails.
The yellow and green ones that have never been cut.
Gorgeous is your gaping mouth with the missing teeth.
And your big and hairy smelly monster butt.
My lady, my love, my dragon queen troll.
You can never be too fat or chunky or slimy.
My one and only, professional flatulent princess,
Your smell calls me to you, and your hair, it’s blimey!
Beautiful are your clogged-up ears full of wax,
Beautiful is your nose, full of snot pure and yellow.
Beautiful is my lady, whose toenails claw like tacks.
I am your he-monster, a lively, happy fellow!
You, gorgeous Muse, with velvety skin
The sugary sap of my poetic pen
And the sole labyrinth of my soul
You inspire me and I adore you.
You are my perennial spring smile
The garden of my ethereal flowers
The leitmotif of my dreams in exile
And the fictional oasis of the fall showers.
You are the guardian angel who's never absent
And the devoted hope with multifarious scent
You never say no, no. Oh! Eternal is your beauty.
Woman, Woman, Muse of Saint-Valentine
Your sweet perfume seduces my whole being
And your maternal voice rocks me daily like a baby.
Copyright © January 14,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I dreamt of embracing the abyss
I slept in silence and grief
Exterminate my negativity
Make me feel whole...fill in my holes...and lead me to eternal bliss and prosperity
Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame
It alarms to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
Don't drown in stress and misery...reach and hold on to the rope of hope
With a firm grip...
Of reality
Or are you willing to accept
My helping hand?
Allow me escort you to the Promise Land
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
I dreamt of embracing the abyss
I slept in silence and grief
Exterminate my negativity
Make me feel whole...fill in my holes...and lead me to eternal bliss and prosperity
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
Time is ringing like a church bell in the night...it's your time to say goodbye and it's our time to explore the light...
In goodbye...oh, how time flies...
Conceal the farewells...and blow away the woeful lies
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
Bite the bullet
And snatch the rope
Ignore to rising debt
And marry good luck...
And catch gratifying hope
Before it slips away into the raging waters
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
You and I will watch the sunset and the gorgeous waterfalls
If I'm not available, leave me a message and remember to always remember that
God always answers His calls
she has an ethereal ambiance
not of this earth, the pirates say
this does not keep them from staring
she is a gorgeous wench,
worth the trouble she might bring
get away from the bow, the captain warns
she is a siren, dangerous, not of this earth
she can do damage you will not quickly see
with that golden hair and that luscious body
the men ignore him, thinking he is crazy.
She is a beauty! Smitty argues.
We have not seen a woman for a long time
Not a pretty one! Some of the other men agree
The captain pushes Smitty into the water
a shark gobbles him up right away
What did I tell you? He says to the others
They finally get away from the bow.
" Nature is gorgeous, opening wider vistas of paramount beauty and variety. Leave your cloistered existence and ramble through the hidden pockets of Nature. You'll be amazed at God's craftsmanship"~ By Poet
After the dull and wintry day,
Has dawned a bright and sunny day.
Stop my friends your indoor play,
Into the countryside, let us stray.
We shall watch the beauty on our way.
Listen to the songs of merry Jay.
Enjoy the flowers on every tree,
Those that sway in pleasant glee.
Let us sing a merry song,
As we ramble joyfully along.
Let us wander all day long,
As to the rural folk we belong.
Far into the woods we shall go,
Where there graze the deer and the doe.
We may spot the fawn at play,
Down the hills a little away.
We shall watch the birds that fly,
Up and up into the farther sky.
Also squirrels that bark on trees,
And listen to the hum of honeybees.
We should wind our way to the hill,
With safe steps and rising thrill.
Leaving behind the dust and dirt,
Taking breaks in every leafy covert.
We shall roam into the valley below,
Where the trees are planted in a row.
Some are laden with juicy plum.
Shall pluck n’ eat them yum, yum, yum!
Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart,
tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night,
my love gleamed with a gorgeous glow,
swathed by the sequins of your enthralling elegance.
My heart draped by silver streaks of stardust sparkle
pulsated with the concerto of ecstasy crescendo,
where the beauty of your enticing identity I saw imaged
in the moonshine motif of my mesmerized mind.
You drifted away blowing a devastating storm of apathy,
my fervor lay fragmented in the wreckage of rapture.
The lattice of life seen through the turning languid lens
magnified into crooked contortion of your deceiving mind.
My yearning blazed in the inferno of your abandonment,
with the winged blizzard of winter the flame flew away,
morphing my mind into doused embers of the burned past,
piling up in the rubble of memory, wrapped by gloom of ash.
Unmet expectations demolished my emotive essence,
futile promises smothered the rays of fading hope.
Unkind words shredded the image of my mangled mind,
my life turned into an urn filled with your harsh feeling.
The scorched petals of my floral essence got dislodged
by the fierce dust storm of passionate perturbation.
The lacerated flower saw the dreams turn into debris,
created a kaleidoscope of silent emotional suffering.
The day was gorgeous. The air was crisp. The wind brought high tides to the sparkling blue ocean. The white, foamy waves were dancing and the music was magical. The water was reaching further and further up to the shore. The persistent rises and falls of the sea water were very mesmerizing. She walked close to the water on the shore thinking about the gravitational force. It was a new moon night the night before. She thought about how moon’s gravity distorts the ocean and makes the tides. The Sun and the moon together make exceptionally high tides when they are roughly aligned. The gravitational forces of the sun and the moon acting together make larger than average tides, which are spring tides. They have nothing to do with the upcoming spring though! She was awestruck by the view. Suddenly her attention got caught by a beautiful sight of graceful pelicans gliding effortlessly on the horizon. The endless landscape of crashing waves of the blue, vast ocean awakened profound links within. She felt bliss, her questions were answered.
Steampunk Stella woke up in the thick of an alternative world.
Colorful mechanical flowers were dancing and singing.
The gold band on her top hat changed a gorgeous fuchsia pink
orange poppies and fancy golden engravings adorned it now
her dress had changed from black to a marvelous seafoam turquoise
gold trim at the bottom was new, as was the ornate embroidery.
where was she? she blinked her eyes a few times,
This was no dream; it was magi world, and she was a key player
a marching band went by; the drummer was insanely loud and clever.
people began cheering from rooftops, and there were lots of them.
She felt a kinship to this place; without knowing why or how.
a toad wearing a monocle hopped up and gave a distinguished bow.
you are our honored guest, we have to fly up to the clock tower now.
no idea what it meant, but her boots took a leap and she was flying
She landed on a balcony surrounded by hanging clocks.
The mayor congratulated her on her ginger locks.
I do not have red hair, she argued, so he showed her a mirror.
Her entire face had changed, she was amazed that she was beautiful.
With blue eyes! She had always wanted blue eyes.
I will never go back, ever, she vowed.
So she stayed in the magic kingdom, and married a prince.
But he proved to be boring, and she tired of color.
One day she simply returned to her own kind.
A steampunk world of fantasy with limited color.
Maybe i should become a toad,
And lurk in the british embassy.
Among the chairs and heart-broken files,
Sitting on millions of deflowered flies.
Then when they're boarding the plane
Will i hop and hop towards them.
And as they often do to me
Will they ignore and erect their attention.
And then will i climb the stairs,
And saunter till i get up there.
And beneath one of their shoes
will i shelter. That my safety can
in Joyful dreg abound. Then as
The plane takes off,will i be
elated,to behold Washington.
But what if he steps on me?
What if...? What will i do?
If i am a Jelly-Fish,
Glowing in pride beneath the sea.
And my existence is special,
To tamkalash and all disgusting folks?
Then will i swim from Nigeria,
To different parts of the world.
And as the dawn dawn will i
transform,when Washington is
Wrought in my sight.
But what if a wanderer wanders
to my path,coupled with his prey holder,
To withheld breath from me?
What if he catches me in his net?
What if...? What will i do?
Oh i know! I'll bid my worms.
Till i become an eagle.
And i'll soar and soar from
coast to coast,ridges to ridges,
Hills to hills,mountains to
mountains,valleys to valleys,
stream to stream and after
the long and streneous adventure.
Will i be elated by glittering roads,
flowered streets,virgin cars,
pleasant houses,gorgeous damsels,
diligent Juveniles,rigid electricity.
Boasting companies- Washington's regalias.
Then will i mount on a fig tree,
And transform to the real me.
And measure the beauty of the land,
With my heart,eyes and hands.
But what if as i soar in pride
My rival denies me of my stand?
What if her air blows pass me
And press breath out of my heathen draws?
Or if a egg-bellied littlun,
Fed with curry goats points his arrow
To make of me a fun?
What if he aim at me?
What if he aimed right?-
Heaven forbid!,stop thinking that way.
But what if?
What if....? What will i do?
But of onething i'm i sure,
And to my moistured heart is it pure.
That before the death of this year,
Loose the knot,i'll be there!
17:26:08:20:43
(a few pairs of haikus.
Enjoy this unique style of writing and pen on,
dear gorgeous poets!
Let your poetic talent grow like a gorgeous garden...
thinking of a garden,
here's a poem dedicated to gardening!):
Dirty hands touched ground
I run my hands on fresh land
I'm a GARDENER!
Hands handling hope
I take my tools and work hard
I'm a HARD worker!
(Oh yeah! You can tell by the sweat of my brow!)
Loner with tired hands
I do labor with fervor -
Not a forlorner!
I take my time . . . to graze
Around my Gorgeous Garden
I'm a true GREEN THUMB!
"I work till I see the beads of sweat down my face - that's evidence that I'm a dedicated worker on this liberating land...
I work to see what tomorrow brings...I'm standing my ground and I'm plowing my gorgeous garden!
I handle difficult tasks back then and right this instant! Now, I know where I stand! I can make a stand in this land that is 100% grand!
With my gardening tools and I, we can work miracles and we can work dusk to dawn again and again!" - a quote that I have made!