Long Hieroglyphic Poems
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Tattooing scars gives them flare,
stylish make up is what others see;
Sometimes disguised completely
proper angles let old marks shimmer;
Stylish make up is what others see,
perfection glitters at first glance;
Proper angles let old marks shimmer,
past sour notes glow on canvas;
Perfection glitters at first glance,
there is beauty in your mistakes;
Past sour notes glow on canvas,
thus the beauty of well worn skin;
There is beauty in your mistakes;
Soft lines read like hieroglyphics,
thus the beauty of well worn skin;
The best designs the hardest times;
Soft lines read like hieroglyphics,
sometimes disguised completely;
The best designs the hardest times,
tattooing scars gives them flare .
No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
Love has the power to muzzle
Shackle, overpower, direct and destroy
Love can be a very volatile or hazardous toy.
As soon as one is somewhat comfortable
Love shows her ugly fangs on the table
Love is not always a beautiful spring.
Love behave like a cunning chameleon
Love behaves like an uncommon phenomenon
No one can completely comprehend this thing.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Feed your goldfish before you leave
Love them as you love yourself
The bible tells us all fish are created equal
Some people prefer baby guppies
Because their mouths move slow and oval
They are smaller and talk in pantomime
Can breath underwater
And even look like one another all the time
Never throw small things in the toilet
Bony creatures can get stuck when flushing
Fish go better in a soup
Don't tell them that
Or add too much seasoning without a reason
Be truthful to your fish
Be faithful as you wish them to be
They swim about for a living
The Iliad and Odyssey are recommended reading
For people, not aquatic types
Anything other than Greek might suffice
Goldfish don't speak Greek
Don't know about the Trojans either
Luwian is foreign and hard to pronounce
Too many vowels and consonants
Along with cuneiform and hieroglyphic characters
Goldfish are not conversant in such languages
We recommend leaving them in a bowl
Preferably filled with water
That way they can grow old
Don't confuse them with gray guppies
Goldfish are gold
Some say orange or red
Love your fishes any way
Like the good book says
….or was it the cook book?
I am lost in the heart of time and place
Stranded between the present and past
In my view are members of a civilized race
Whose slaves build stone pyramids to last
Hieroglyphics etched to record their history
Writings in symbolic language of inscriptions
In a complex allegorical system of mystery
Claimed to have been created by Egyptians
A hologram I witnessed scared me as a child
How did that blue woman get inside the ball
My imagination escaped and was running wild
In the Haunted Mansion ride she was so small
In three dimensions it was caused by laser light
But as a kid I couldn't have known how it was done
It succeeded in having the effect of causing fright
If I knew how it worked it would've spoiled the fun.
Now there is a hologram that you can actually touch
Using ultrasound waves that are traveling in air tracts.
It's called Ultra Haptics, and in the future will do much
To help with CT scans and dating Egyptian artifacts.
To see a hologram of Cleopatra would be stunning
I wonder if her hieroglyphic writing would give a clue
About the Queen known for her beauty and cunning.
Makes me wonder what else new technology can do.
>>>>>>>>>
OUTSIDE THE BOUNDS OF SISTER CECILIA
the best firecracker
otherworldly seven hues
hiss, cackle, kaboom
Yes, dear ones, I want to own a pen that produces perfect penmanship, the curlicue calligraphy that Sister Cecilia would have hated. Each color, as my mood dictates would jettison from my mind to paper as a musical note, with hieroglyphic fervor. In unity and uniqueness as my lyrical words ignite each heart…each pen imparts the idea that never ends, heart to heart, light and dark, dear poet.
breathless, eternal
wax that never defuses
its bittersweet light
I can hardly stop to cross the t’s and dot the i’s. You, dear loves, like stars grab on - you little prince(s)! You travel light with faeries and dragons light as silk and mighty as giants. We muse together through the galaxy and time. In Athens, we sit down a moment to hear Saint Paul say, “For in him we live and move and have our being. As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’”
baptism of seeds
in the only plot we know —
glorious setting
inner poet can’t contain
as we head out of the grave
Sincerely, as we begin our journey, it never ends — it goes on and on with friends. Sparks fly - serious, silly, frolicking, frenetic and holy.
let not ruler scowl -
repeat curlicues fifty
times to accomplish your dreams
11/30/2021
Haibun- With A Message
Sponsor: Charles Messina
She was eminently qualified in numbers
Held fast to the beliefs in physical objects
Felt every molecule down to her mortal soul
Religion guided Sue through water and soil
Down in the mud of love
Prayer lined up on the side of God
A tool most useful in the invisible realm
If not
She was locked in tangibles
Sherlocked away to wait for Easter
Buried under a stone most uncomfortable
Undetected
To be deduced, from what is and what is not
Thereby order could be restored on Sunday
Drilled down to the atomic level of abomination
Established first by logic in the seventeenth century
Light won't pass through the ways of reason
Being solid as it stands
Where souls split into the Adam unnatural at Evening
All men are created equal to their mortal core
The Iliad and Odyssey are read and dead
In another language long and gone
Sue knows Greek as a 5 letter word
Greek know Sue more than you know
Trojans were of another kind of clan
Spoke Luwian at length
Cuneiform or hieroglyphic characters carved
Souls starved for more attention than misunderstanding
Stood out in their own reflection
Crawled home in a holy hole for protection
Flashlights are not prescribed for reading Homer
We recommend Sue's interpretation of the past
Objects in Archeological pockets are counted
Sins glow in the dark inspected
Calculated to the numerical physicality of being
Extolled by Sue who knows such things
Gold is found without tools to grasp the meaning
Souls unearthed remain with words unspoken
English is not an ancient tongue
Extensions take the dig
Can only go so far
Sue knows who you are
Before it starts
Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing.
As legend goes, Romulus
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time,
it grew into a powerful city
that ruled the ancient world
with intimidation and atrocity.
Each hieroglyphic tells
a story of victory,
of defeat, of conquest,
of cruelty and dominion:
hear Julius Caesar
speak against his enemy
in the Roman Forum!
It's such a sorrowful echo of distrust;
hear the shouts of proud citizens
overtaken by anger and disgust...
even louder they would be after
his premeditated assassination!
Every empire old or new
has known its glory in full;
and Rome more than any
empire has excelled them all.
If those hieroglyphics tell
of its greatness and superiority,
they also should expose
the evil minds of some emperors:
like Caligula, Nero and Diocletian
who ruled with a steady iron hand.
Constantine's conversion
to Christianity brought harmony,
the inhumane slaughtering
of innocent Christians was halted.
Would this empire have survived
without its legions of mighty stronghold?
Hieroglyphics itched in triumphal arches,
temples and monuments attest:
that the rise to power takes
an ingenuity which begins
with a strategic concept.
Today a world government
is in its raw state, other
hieroglyphics will be carved,
and along with holograms,
one sees images beyond
imagination and belief.
Will humans leave
a testament of their
existence with
a science so brief?
language — the threshold of the universe
tracing hidden membranes
each word, ganglion
where starlight settles into semantic scaffolding.
we are nerve-endings
where it shivers into tongue
quickening drum of chest.
white space exhales corona-fire
self expands, exoplanetary —
each firing a solar flare
reaching stellar drift
where rift becomes gift.
body tessellates —
flesh dreaming treillage sleep
deep in dendrite-forest
the universe yore-wakens
never separate.
intimacy resurfaces —
lowercase, unannounced
sharp as transistor-click
the universe leans closer —
a soft swirl into wrist and star.
the last synapse
burns backward through fuse
recognition in wristwire
recognition in starlace.
the universe
inscribes first
hieroglyphic axiom.
I am
your lilac moon,
cocooned in cashmere wool
of clouds that carol in chorus,
love-sewn
Searching
for life beyond
hieroglyphic fangs
of hoaxed hydrangeas, exiled in
grey moors;
Today,
jasmine stars taste
bittersweet and each tan
twilight reminds me of your scent,
deadly
And no
inked dots align
in intuitions from
constellations of confusion,
again;
So, drink
saturated
misunderstandings as
mist from blood-stained petals like plush
smoked tears
As, hope
has always drawn
me as a chirping flake,
faced like a lonely gold-lilac
luna.
She dug a hole in the earth
& buried her heart where no one
Could find it.
Through my tongue I have dug
And excavated through a person
I thought I knew.
A region I still travel both known and unknown.
Through ancient wisdom & modern text,
A known philosopher of over 500 texts.
Though I read tirelessly, I lost sense of direction
Through hieroglyphic palpitations
Circa the first breath taken in front of you.
She dug a hole in the earth & filled it with dirt.
A language lost and undisturbed.
Her heart a eutopia, massive & hidden
From history.
Through hard dirt and torn tongue
The tip of my tongue struck something soft
& compromising.
Alas, I have journeyed to the center of your chest
& survived.
Through dirt and torn tongue, here we lay
Fossilized in the center of your chest,
Until everything rumbles
& your heart spews through your chest
Like lava.
Only then could we live again in a region
Truly meant for us