Long Impulses Poems
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“There is nothing out there ~
Everything is in here”
- quote by poet
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Surfing the flow of time,
nonchalant yet vibrant,
through life’s deafening din,
we feel here now complete,
as bliss beats rise within.
Surfing the flow of time,
aligned with call of love,
our tranquil heart mellow,
soul’s void-centric presence,
acquires a blissful glow.
Surfing the flow of time,
we invoke magnetism
to fill our form with light,
becoming God’s essence,
much to our heart’s delight.
Surfing the flow of time,
our spiritual heart
impulses each action,
moment to moment thus,
quietude gains traction.
16-July-2022
A Quiet Place Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Women, mysterious entities, from heaven to earth descended,
Ancestral magic that encircles and teaches the universe,
Like sirens from the depths, the misunderstood and adored temptation,
With eyes that gleam, a mystery that captivates and compels us.
They are like falling stars from the stellar sky,
Blushing the heavens with a love that in souls burn high,
Sublime dancers in symphonies filled with spells casting,
They awaken us to life, encourage us to dream and love without rationing.
Women, beings of light, embodied divine spirit,
Like a butterfly lost in the garden, lightly do they dance upon it,
Under their embrace, all bitter sadness dissolves away,
With their gentle sweetness, our hearts they soothe, they sway.
They are travelers on the wings of tangled destinies,
Sharing secrets in the air on nightly breezes that please,
Like fairylands of fluttering fairies, that surround us in mystery,
They gift us understanding, love, and grace, our souls set free in their history.
Women, canvases woven of dreams and hung amongst the clouds,
Blooming light with scents and smiles that without a doubt wows,
Through them, the essence of all realms' beauty pulses,
Exploring infinity's expanse, they uncover love's perfumes and impulses.
In their gaze is reflected the magic of life flourishing,
Their laughter cheers the heavens, in souls burns like a fire flourishing,
Women, mystical beings from other worlds appear,
They come to light our steps, filling our lives with splendor and magical essence dear.
Order ...
Is the Universe ... and the YOU-niverse
Chaos is a ruse, a phantom
A word we apply to that which is yet unmeasured or unexplained
This knowledge, this perspective, is the nexus of mindfulness
Balance in ALL things ... equity, harmony, stasis
The symmetry of energy and effort
Awareness and intent, finely adjusted
Like a wolf running swift through its environs
A myriad of senses and impulses, absorbed and sifted
Auditory, olfactory, optical, and tactile
Acting upon the synapses, sending signals
Piquing the decision centers with instant adjustment, orientation
One with its surroundings, an affinity with nature
BE the wolf ...
Listen, watch, perceive, feel, and adapt
Take heed and measure of your immediate surroundings
And the rest will take care of itself
Be the master of the domain, You
Expect only the control of your personal space
But do so with concern, accuracy, and exceeding sensitivity
Attuned to the element and circumstance of each moment
While always focused and at peace from deep within
That is surely what you will project to the world ...
And most of what will return to you.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Mindfulness" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
Glinting glimpse of amber delight, golden dawn arrives
Enchanted by the symphonious chorus of robins’ voice
As yellow daffodils swing, lilting winds in ruby sunrise
When scented whiffs of pink hyacinth muse your smile
Awakening you from rosy dreams gleaming in your eyes;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
Hiding in foliage of tall verdant pine, bluebirds twitter joy
While merrily on red-maple tree sparrows dance nearby
As purple peonies, white daisies, on green-edges beautify
And standing tall in blazing colors ornamental tulips vie
Hypnotizing your sight, in awe of beautiful garden paradise;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
Refracting sun rays, tiny gems glint emerald green grass
While roses red, swaying merrily, adorn our side-walks
Spurring crimson-crested cardinal’s euphoric air dance
As flaunting graceful ambiance, a distinctive blue-jay flies
Circling lily of the valley, where buzzing bees fantasize;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
As the uplifting sunbeams upon morning’s horizon rise
Amid symphony of colors sensual impulses romanticize
Mesmerizing lyrics of love as rhythms of hearts harmonize
Hoisting tenor of passions high, blushing sapphire skies
Enamored in grandeur of nature’s wondrous enterprise;
Oh, the splendor of spring floats on wings of butterflies!
July 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Petals, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
The blue sky is not heaven
It's not the same thing at all
Dear friends.
We often speak of the firmament of yesteryear
By day, the sky is dazzling like an etiolated flower
Dear friends.
Defying gravity is to soar into the heavens
Where at night, stars and asteroids are numerous
It's the dream, it's imaginary impulses
Where we are stunned, amazed and silent.
We are fascinated by extraordinary tricks
The sky isn't really blue, it's an illusion
Man has a way of making inventions
To satisfy his tellurian and planetary curiosities.
P.S. Translation of” Le Ciel Bleu” by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
When splendor shimmers hypnotized glance
O, glamour, how captivating is your stance,
Aesthetic, harmonious, brushstrokes of art,
Flaring embers of elation in enamored heart.
Opulence of your aura lights glorious flame
Showcasing gems, glittering ornate acclaim
Ravishing pulses-fervid of inflamed desire
From stunning demeanor of alluring attire.
You are a flirtation, an enchanting display,
An embroidery woven, motifs exotic relay,
On fabric of life, teasing impulses of mind;
Fascinations galore, masterminds designed.
Yet, I wonder, if your charm is real, is it all true,
Are you a diamond, through and through;
Be not spurious, be not dubious, divulge a clue,
Behind glittering façade is it genuine you?
Be not a counterfeit to unsuspecting sight,
O, glamor, dazzle not, sparkling false delight
For inner halo is brighter that a phony smile,
Be the authentic grandeur of affluent style.
Withered memories invigorate, rekindling rhythm of heart,
Grabbing hold of me to retrieve elation of forgotten past
Throbbing in enchantment, treasured memoirs now impart,
Where decaying house stands, bearing grief seasons cast.
Up the hill I trek, gazing pastures glistening in dawning day
As glint of dawn slowly scintillates horizon shrouded gray
Amid mooing calls of cows, where mango trees gently sway,
Waltzing echoes of yore, clucking~ clattering hens convey.
How regally it welcomes me, my cherished childhood place
Beckoning as it peeks through the creaking old metal gate
That opens wide its fatigued frame, exuding welcome grace,
Lamenting of rusted hinges, squeaking of weathered fate.
Buoying on impulses serene, you enter boldly realm green
Fixated in pristine meadows~ burbling tenor of streams,
Holding my indulgent embrace, there you proudly preen,
For being blessed to own endearing piece of idyllic dreams;
Envisioning an intimate chalet, built on love felt and known,
Where cattle graze, birds built nests, animals freely roam,
Among paradise of orchards, vines, bedazzling as it’s grown,
While rusty old gate, loath to moan, beholds bliss of home.
July 1, 2022
Placed 1st: One In Five Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rescued by an Alien and whisked away
Who would believe me if I spoke those words aloud
But my subconscious forbade any other conclusion
Remnants like fragmented images still remain
Cerebral glue cannot hold them together
I remember the Orb of light and whistles
Dark images tentacles probing my body
Electric shock impulses and tubes of
Clear liquid sometimes fluorescent yellow
Invading my bloodstream
Paralyzed I could offer no resistance
Yet was this a dream or reality?
Who do I ask?
Feeling thirsty and an urgency to urinate
I pulled myself up and struggled to the
Bathroom. Than the kitchen for a glass of
Water. I noticed the answering machine blinking
Tapped messages and to my surprise they were
Over fifty! Suddenly a loud knock at the door.
Police! Open up! I opened the door.
They asked my name and stated I had been
Reported missing for a week by my parents.
Ok.
“The lyric of dreams on lost love is overwhelming”- By Poet
I breathe poetry of ebullient emotion,
the designer of dreams,
search for the sense of frosted feelings,
as they mingle with my twilight time,
my mind merges with sensual obscurity,
with the instant impulses ingrained.
The crystal path I pave to the realm of retreat
along the contorted contours of deserted desire.
There the roses bloom amidst the spiculed cactus,
within enshrined imagination entrained,
that takes me with the mirage to the oasis of reverie,
with dismantled desolation.
From the splendor sprouts the foliage of fervor,
the canopy soaks the colors of the new sky
like the creative poet’s flourishing heart.
As the twilight sequesters sonorous silence
in the treasure-trove of static time,
the poetry of life flows flamboyant
under the star studded sky
with the sequined fluid passion.
As the mesmeric moonbeam sprinkles silver dust,
my muse drifts across the mindscape
to the mesmerized meadow of dreams.
With the tinsels of emerald longing
it flies in your fervent firmament
on the wings of lyrical zephyr,
entrances me with the rhyme of reminiscence,
makes me breathless with nostalgia as I recite
the poems I write for you.
Azure mornings sprinkle dewdrops
my days lustre with happiness in life,
chiming conversations with loved ones
nuzzle me to dreams on dulcet pillows.
Delight of nourishment and safety
strengthens my spirit to live and share.
Gratitude fills my soul with light,
the pinnacle of my sanguine utopia
orchestrating hopes on days of doubts,
I'm thankful I am alive with love..
When the world is gloomy I pray,
grateful for the kindness of strangers
radiating divine impulses of love.
There's more to life than we know
behind threads of tainted windows,
clusters of darkness cleansed along
by glowing joy and graciousness.
Aurora of sparkling strand grows
in a world striving to hold hands,
I'm thankful for the world..
It is beautiful how we learn to battle
inner and outer demons to survive
no matter how turbulent storms attack
we'll always find a ray of light.
For days when we recover with righteousness,
I'm thankful for the light...
August 31, 2020
Attitude of Gratitude Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts