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When drifting water of the river Hebrus murmurs
a heartrending cry surges from the bottom of the river,
and when this cry reaches the midsummer night’s sky
the stars echo and a lyre in the constellation by Zeus’ throne
plays sad music. And when tone adds pathos to deepen the darkness,
a nocturnal bird soars in the dark air, too, singing a sad song over
a grave in Libethra.
The reason the river weeps with a plaintive requiem is,
not because Erebus is too far or Styx is too wide,
but the stern ferryman denies Orpheus’ passage
to netherworld where he once passed with the crowds of the dead.
Although he once made the Furies cheeks wet with tears,
won a Proserpine’s sympathy and made Hades himself gave way,
why Orpheus has to cry a heartrending cry over Eurydice again
with his plaintive tuned lyre and song of touching story of his beloved wife?
It’s because he couldn’t cross Styx for second time.
He cried through the weeks of sleepless nights,
regretting why he turned his face back to assure
Eurydice followed, and therefore, heard her last cry of farewell.
He called Eurydice’s name for the weeks of agonizing days and
nights without food stretching his arms in air as if trying to hold her,
though she is not there.
Since his second farewell to his beloved wife on the dark and steep passage
of Erebus, Orpheus played his lyre and sang sad songs unceasingly. He sang
to tell his regretful experience on the way to this world at Erebus to the rocks
with melancholic but touching tunes, he chanted an account of the tragic life
he underwent with a gloomy but moving sound to the trees.
A viper, therefore, struck Eurydice with its sharp fangs again,
a horror that of the Maenads’ desire to capture Orpheus
tore him limb from limb.
And when the river murmurs, Orpheus’ limbs fell in water
parted from his body call to one another wishing to come in one again,
Orpheus’ keenness to see his beloved Eurydice grows more and more.
The sky turned stygian grey, violent winds blew.
From above, tears of liquid grief poured down.
Flood waters rose, pressure got built under the soil.
The earth erupted with rocks and buildings,
Coming down with a deadening sound, not once
But thrice in the wee hours of the night.
After the day’s hard toil, those who lay down to sleep,
Were swept away without a moment’s notice.
Two populous villages with hundreds of houses,
And public buildings vanished out of sight in seconds!
A landslide of horrendous magnitude came,
Shrieking like a fiendish banshee....
Sweeping away habitations and the belongings.
In the place of lush green vegetation and towering trees,
Nothing remains but a heap of rocks, stones and debris.
Their voices are forever stilled, their dreams, shattered,
Those who survived the tragedy face the greatest trauma.
With sobbing hearts and a vacant stare, they search,
For the dear ones missing, a grief hard to bear.
The sight of pet dogs sniffing for their masters
Under the slush and debris is so heartrending!
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After two days, the pouring rain stopped, the sky became clear
Now the earth lies in dreadful silence like a graveyard.
The rubble lies heaped where homes and buildings once stood
Help is pouring in from all quarters of the country.
The initial shock has begun to wear away as reality has set in.
The dreadful numbness gives way as grief takes hold
People sober up from the initial shock and get ready
To have a foothold, knowing well that long nights are ahead.
Reeling minds with no balance, now regain some equilibrium.
With cautious steps through the ruins, they plod with resilience.
The affected people and volunteers work in unity,
To regain what has been lost, though it is a herculean task,
To darn and repair the torn land to make it fit for living.
Man has an ability to sober up and emerge like phoenix,
From the pit of ashes, healing, mending and finding his way.
On this peaceful land where we live comfortably
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon,
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows;
we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the wilderness
to spot the games to hunt in the changing colors of the flowers
in the time of bloom and fruit and revolving seasons
One day, from the east, crossing over the great sea,
the white feathered gluttonous bird flew into this peaceful land
and took our land by force; the bird cruelly pecked us with his avaricious beak, cold-heartedly tore us with his sharp talons, kept pushing and shoving us eastward, and this vicious cycle drove us into tribal wars and at last, Illini
to extinct.
And this moaning butte throwing its shadow on the water
atop of encircling cliffs is the Starved Rock, the site where
the great tragedy took place, all Illini tribesmen lost their lives.
The water of the Illinois River mixed with the tears of the people
who lost everything in the east via this legion for further west,
now moans to ease the spirit of Illini wandering around
the Staved Rock, which is still hungry, in the evening glow
as a soundless requiem.
The water flows embracing sorrowful Rock where:
the mother jumped into the water holding her beloved child,
the village elders who collapsed while upholding tribal pride
followed by the war cry of the warriors who grabbed tomahawk and fought but, alas, fell to enemy’s hand, now is telling the story of their last day
it becomes whirlpool in the very middle of the water.
When the streams small and large come together the following paths
meet and form a pool on the top of this lonely butte on the other side of the river, and dashes into the basin of the waterfall;
some of them fall rapidly into the steep ravine with heartrending cries
some of them drift like slow moving time in deep sorrow
some of them descend to the rocks of level stratum one by one
singing a funeral dirge.
The spirit of Illini drifting along the river
carrying so many sad stories touches the tourists’
heart; stepping on the site of the tragedy
makes tears stand to casual sightseers;
the grief-stricken stories raise the ripples in the river
and leaves a lingering imagery in the eyes and ears of the travelers
a lamb roams the hillside climbing rocks up and down
to find the pastureland by his lost home,
overcome by the nameless fear of the long
and tiresome day’s slow moving time,
he asked the passing cloud
“can you tell me where about is the sky of my lost home?”
saddened by the pitiless cloud floating along
with no answer as if water streams without looking back,
the little lamb cries in the sunset’s glow
as darkness thickens in the valley
unbearable loneliness heaps up in the heart of the lamb
who is troubled by the unknown reason why he has to be here
in the remote hillside
and the heartrending cry of the lamb
who agonizes because he lost the way,
who is lonely because no one is around him,
echoes any more now in the abyss of darkness of the night
that would swallow everything
In the light of sunrise
a man who appears to be worn down
comes with heavy steps, and each time he steps the dew on the grass
becomes crimson so vivid that it smarts the eyes of onlookers,
his hands also stained with blood, held a lamb in his arms
furthermore, the man’s face stained as well
from mix of oozing blood from his forehead and the tears
on his cheeks, nonetheless, the eyes of the man who staring at the lamb
that is sleeping in his arms peacefully while roaming and playing on the grassland
of the home in his dream was shining with overflowing compassion, love and joy
I look pleadingly
into their apathetic eyes
as they pull out
the last of my fingernails -
The pain is excruciating
and I pass out amid my
heartrending screams.
When I come to
I am engulfed
in total darkness.
I find myself lying
it appears in my own
blood, sweat and filth.
I try looking around
but could see nothing;
I touch gingerly
and find my eyes
swollen shut,
My nose punched
into a bloody pulp,
My lips torn open and
all my teeth knocked out.
Jesus, where am I,
What have they done to me,
What do they want of me,
I know nothing
I am just a regular Joe
struggling to raise a family,
Hoping to live the American dream;
What would I know of the
Jihadi cell or the terrorist network?
I begin to quiver in sheer fright -
Oh God, did they bring me here
just because my name is
M U H A M M A D?!
A love was born and rapidly grew,
Each thought it would last forever,
But life offers no guarantees,
And humans often fail endeavors.
What appeared to be the dawn of bliss,
Slowly waned; taken for granted,
The best in life can go amiss,
When roots of trust aren’t deeply planted.
Chanced to meet by the meadow’s lake,
Each gazing into teary eyes,
Knowing keenly what was at stake,
Farewell’s last and heartrending goodbyes.
Slighting his kiss, she ran through the lea,
He called to her; she didn’t answer,
He knew it was his final plea,
His heart sinking as she ran faster.
Nothing hurts more than a sweet love lost,
There’re no words to soften the blow,
Nothing demands a higher cost,
Or overwhelms a soul any more.
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Hope ~
Hated for what she says or does…I can relate to what happens to her everyday somewhat! She’s been taken advantaged of and been bullied all her life, especially by her mean sisters…she’s an emotional mess and scared to express herself, except in music – the family’s main passion
Oh! So hopeless, stepped on like a dusty doormat, and a same magnet – her personality’s the opposite of her name ironically! She bottles up everything inside and she’s not so good of an influence on her one and only niece; however, she’s special and blessed in her eyes!
Pain fills her aqua-blue sky eyes…her beloved niece is leaving sadly! Oh well…she’ll get over it one way or another! Just leave her be and she’ll move on with life, even with a broken heart…there’s no one to speak her mind to now! Her feelings were meddled with and she’s hurt in the inside – pushed around by the wistful wind…she’s emotionally instable and she’s awfully sensitive!
Eager to getting her back, but this tragedy she faces is heartrending and it leaves her helpless…hopeless once more…rainclouds collapse from bitter clouds…abandoned for life until the future brings some hope in store and in mind for her sake! Restore hope to her grieving heart…
It's heartrending to lose a spouse
A very special woman who shares the house
With your body, your heart and your soul
It's very hard to feel losing your whole
Your being, everything you have
It's utterly sad and strange to feel that five
Of your best fingers are cut and numb
It's inconceivable to feel lost and dumb
For quite a while. Losing a darling spouse
Is like being swamped in a toxic niche
Full of bees and ants. A greedy leech
Has sucked up your blood and your mind
And your brain is not feeling too kind
It's painful to lose a wonderful spouse
Your world has turned upside down
You cannot smile. You cannot frown
Everything is different, even your house
Tears are flowing like a river in the summer
You feel hopeless and helpless. And it's somber.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
The Bible is more than words
It’s faith in the author, the writer
Of every dream, every future
He wrote the stars and the snowflake
He wrote the oaks, pines and laurel
He wrote the hearts and the souls
More than anything, the Bible is…
Abiding peace, a grace that believes
In eternity –
The Scriptures reveal…
His ability to bring joy on earth,
Miracles from a life He has saved,
Abundance, even when there is doubt
The Bible tells me…
To listen to the ideas, the inspirations
Stirred to life by His spirit, His kindness
Promising to give every life a new beginning
Every soul a new experience and every
Thought a chance to heal, a chance to bring
Beauty from the pain, joy from the sorrow…
Compassion from the rejection that knows
Only heartbreak and heartrending shame
The Bible promises me…
With Him by my side, I can always claim
The victory, defeating every enemy
With the love that He brings to life inside
Love that is forever, eternally alive –
Love that survives even the worst that comes
Love that decides – to bring joy to the world!
The Bible truly is – inescapable, indescribable
Inexplicable and extraordinary – It contains
The light of life on every page, in every word
There is abiding faith, amazing grace, the beauty
That lives in the life who truly believes, the life
That He has given the answers in words breathed
By the One whose spirit is the most authentic love!
The Bible, my friend – holds the answers to every need
It is alive, more powerful than the deepest poetry
It is wise, more clever than any narrative in the world
It is life, more influential than any force on earth
It is God’s word – the solution to every worry or fear,
The promise that assures every heart who believes
The Bible, my friend – is the spirit’s response to disbelief
God’s word brings truth without reservation – in promises
That stir up faith that is everlasting, faith that is His answer
Oh! God,
You are the creator of the whole total ours unthinkable universe
Within it a solar system where our world is a part
You have caused infinity soul in to lives from different dimensions
In different forms started the ways by birthing continuation
All are suffering more or less here for uncountable reasons
disease violence killing corruption rap cheating domination
Oh! God, I am not so learned that I can tell all such words
See the heartrending cry of all the helpless soul
Few are helpless they are unable to live life
Few are helpless they try but fail to make the world better
When I see the helpless children, women, patients, victims of violence
and many amongst us, I feel in my heart unseen painful crater
Oh! God,
I pray you to cause good thoughts and loving sensation in all of us
So that we all can love each other as brothers and sisters in this world
And live life peacefully in the human society without any trouble
At last, I pray you to make bright and happy all soul of the world
You can do everything, My Lord, My God, within a second,I know.
Amen