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On my way to office today,
I met the Magic Mirror again!
The Mirror was happy to see me,
It wondered whether I'm a busy bee!
It waved and asked me to stop by,
Only if I'm not a busy guy!
Honoured by its invite to come over,
I stopped my bike and jumped over!
The Mirror said: Jose we meet today yet again,
I know there's a complex question in your brain!
Amused by the Mirror's grasping power,
I asked my question without wasting the hour!
Will 'You Know Who' ever have lunch with me???
If I ask her out, will she agree???
My simple question got the Mirror perplexed,
It replied by saying 'Just send her a text'!
Confused i said good bye to the Mirror,
I wished its words would be a bit clearer!
But now I know what the Mirror meant,
My cell phone showed 'Text message sent'!
Dedicated With Love To: You Know Who
Whisper of dusk engulfs everything near and far
in far away sky a bird takes some silence home
silence so precious at this hour of twilight's birth
twilight hums a lullaby so sweet for us all
all those soldiers tired in the battle of life
life now longs for soft embrace of solitude
a solitude wrapped in dusk's serenity to meditate
meditations of all to connect to their souls
to confess to the soul in this dusk of life
life's so many paths still in our dreams
those unfulfilled dreams long for another sunrise
another sunrise we dream of amid this whisper of dusk.
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Placement: 4th; (September 2012)
Contest:Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
By :Kash poet
Date:15th August 2012
WREATH:A WREATH is composed of a word or words from the end of one line, then, appearing at the beginning of the next line.
Ideally, a wreath closes itself by using the first word of the poem again at the end of the poem…Wreaths can rhyme or can be done in free verse...
The sun disappears much, much later, an hour later to be exact.
This translates into having more daylight and a longer afternoon,
To watch the strolling peacocks in the park, and to have more fun
Admiring the baby bulbs metamorphosing into flowers at night.
The lily flowers are most of the time ephemeral, lasting hours,
Rarely a few days before changing into leaves, which eventually
Will be dried up by the warm air or the rays of the sun. Beauty
Is temporary, so enjoy the spring season and the summer flowers.
I have vivid memories of the shedding cherry tree, which brought
The beauty of spring in front of my house in the dead-end street.
Oh! I miss the atypical moment, when the green lawn was not neat.
Sometimes, the entire top of the hill was littered with falling flowers.
It was strange to sniff the unusual scent of the weather-beaten petals.
Oh! I miss the hours sitting on top of the window like a distraught cat.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Thoughts track back, as a fox on the run
Though the memory is seared, a toasted bun.
Memory remember me, because I have forgotten.
Recollection fail us not, because my retention is rotten.
Data exists in the web that the universe is built on.
And once uploaded, it is forever ingrained, will never be gone.
The door is locked, the file lost, it’s taking too long to load.
I’ll get it unblocked, whatever cost, I need it to continue my road.
Memories play, day after day, and drop in whenever they want.
But when I need one now, then my lost thoughts have skills they like to flaunt.
I know they’ll find me, when i try for sleep, in the witching hour.
It’s the best time we know to be reminded of the brain and it’s power.
Nothing is ever lost, not to us, just a little hidden.
Memory forget me not, but just in case, I will have my thoughts and words written.
One donut, to sit upon,
surround the abdomen,
to sweeten the A1c; see
you later in antipathy
but the entire moment
was delicious, short-lived,
with finger and lips, licked,
and a krispy kreme coffee
at just the late hour, a peak
like pike’s to keep the heart
jumping jacks; eyes wide
open underneath shut lids
donuts and caffeine spinning,
lids open and closing - the learned
steer far from this good ship lollipop.
temple is throbbing under its spell.
there’s a donut to pay, a pain
in the knowing - soon it’ll be showing
its plan: the hasty krispy kreme or
the dunkin-kind - a sweet lambaste
don’t wear its ring
or fall for its filling
you’ll have to divorce
this goody…you can have half
11/12/2022
I’m in a dream world most of the time
To escape reality because of all the war and crime
I sharpen my skill using my minds hone
I want to be as close as I can to the zone
My problems seem to grow bigger with every hour of every day
I hear you talking clearly but I’m a million miles away
I stay up in the clouds away from the confusion
I’ve created my paradise island will you visit my delusion
To stay away from anger and the constant hate
Go to your own place where your fantasies did formulate
My problems seem to grow bigger with every hour of every day
I hear you talking clearly but I’m a million miles away
If its all to much and you think you might flip
Get away from it all and take a needed head trip
Release your stress and watch it flow
Go to your imagination beyond the end of the rainbow
My problems seem to grow bigger with every hour of every day
I hear you talking clearly but I’m a million miles away
Autumn, wrap me in the fabric of uncoated leaves
just for this unequaled waning eve
as orchids rest beneath viscous cloudbursts:
I feel distanced from the elements of earth
while stars blink dimly my hands cannot reach,
then come for me be the thread binding me till
your layered air cuddles my arms in moss of dew,
if only to taste this vanishing light in your hour
and gaze longingly at the rainfall of your skies;
when all this patina of boughs' mystique aligns
with the final throb of chrome- like days:
O let morning withdraw against your faded lacquer
to allow a longer glimpse beyond your still radiant nights.
Written 7/1/2018 Patina Contest Judged 7/3/2018
For Broken Wings' A Poem Na'd In A July Contest
Submitted 7/26/2018
Dam! I had trouble fulfilling what I wanted to do in the previous last hour,
All was going well until a few minutes were left and then it went sour.
69 times I slept with a girl (that’s my zodiac sign)
One that didn’t take the pill
Me bit were looking like a crispy pork roast
And all I got was a multiple dose
Of tv, vd, 3v dvd
So, let me see, what shall I do?
Yes! I’ll put on a mask of Osama Bin Laden
And go on tv and say, “You missed Obama, I’m chillin’ in yo back garden.”
Or walk around naked with my rhino horn exposed to the air
And tell everyone it’s the new Armani swimwear
No! I’ll connect every door in me house with an electrical wire
And watch my wife jump of a change to my every desire
Ooh! I’ll go to the most expensive restaurant and eat my fill
Then pay them for it with a twenty-six dollar bill
Dam! I’m paranoid now, Is it my last hour or everyone else too?
I think I wasted me time so for the last minutes I’ll go to the loo...
By eight A.M. I've harnessed the sun, by nine I've walked on the moon
All men aspire to be like me, no woman can help but swoon
By 12 O'clock I've brought world peace, and poverty's gone by one
I'll enlighten racists and bigots, even politicians before I'm done
When the clock strikes two I'll clean the oceans, at three every river and lake
From the people of Earth I'm showered with gifts that I'm far too humble to take
Perhaps at four I'll take a nap atop the fluffiest cloud
Some time for introspection, away from the jubilant crowds
When five rolls round I'll stretch and yawn, bye six go on saving the world
I'll finish in time to shower and shave for a date with a dream of a girl
The hour of seven is love at first sight, by eight we're in passion's embrace
Her feelings, I know, are as true as mine, they're written all over her face.
Till' midnight we express our love, abandoning thoughts of lust
soaked in the blissful climax, of honesty and trust
When morning once again arrives, the first thing that I'll see
An angel wrapped in silken sheets, and her eyes are only for me.
The emerald forest uniquely so mystique,
as far as I can see beyond the horizon,
shrouded by surreal stillness it spreads,
wraps me as I amble in rippling breeze.
Its charming cadence enthralls
my essence suffused with rhapsody.
As I walk on the fading forest path
around the shadows of ancient trees,
the clumps of desiccated amber leaves,
falling from dry boughs at the end of their time,
my footsteps crumple to make the music
for my enchanted journey unfinished within.
At sunset hour out of the forest I now saunter
toward the enigmatic realm of obscurity,
concealed in the serene sanctum of eternity.
Soaking the final flash of twilight splendor,
I walk the last mile on the time-track of life
to go to terra incognita as a forlorn traveler.
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August 14, 2022
Title chosen : Terra Incognita
Contest : This Or That, Vol 13
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh