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Sometimes, we have to be brave to say hello,
To a neighbor or a stranger who won't respond.
At times, we have to wave at the ducks in the pond,
Without being sprayed with spittle or water of coco.
Sometimes, we bow our head to greet a teacher,
A president, priest, a pastor, a general or an elder.
At times, we remove our hat to salute the brave flag,
To show reverence, respect, love, affection and to brag.
Be dauntless to initiate kindness or to offer the first step.
There is an ineffable inner feeling that assuages the heart
When we do so. We feel good and strong to take on a schlep.
Be gallant to say hello to the hillbilly bullies at the laundry mart,
Because they fear people with good manners and friendly gestures.
By overcoming superficial phobias, we will enjoy peaceful pastures.
Copyright © January,2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Ineffable Dream
A dream, a desire followed me
An expectation haunted me
A mysterious woman
In my golden youth
Tempted me
This is true. A lot. A teenager suffered
From a vision. Or just imagination?
This woman mesmerized my life
Soul needed a lover's embrace
It’s an illustration. Exiled
But. But. Hmm. I cannot forget. Dream
Everything was real. My eyes cried
Every night. Sweet dream. Bye
By love. By. Love. Lost. Mine
This is a living memory. Past
Hmm. Child age. Stayed past. Live life
Living past. How to forget it? Lives
My was known. Her was unknown
But I was yearning. She lived
You never know my soul
My life was ineffable
My heart was incredible
My fate was impossible
My hope was inaccessible
Do not follow me
Your shadow kills
Our life in space
Loved you. You
Bye
My
Heart
What is the ultimate goal,
To be happy or healthy
Sexy, powerful or wealthy?
What about something beyond
Conception or expression,
Something beyond
What you can have
Or ever, even hold?
We all know what the ultimate goal is
Because it is our true nature.
And yet obliviously we stumble on
Forward ever forward
Into an ever progressing
Idealized progressive future
That bears no resemblance
To our true nature.
What is our true nature?
The something
That is a nothing,
Ineffable and yet known
Inescapably
Within our bones,
Within all our bones.
A something that is a nothing, that is us.
(11/4/25)
Patriotism is in the air,
And sentiments high,
Cataclysm is over,
Liberation heaves a sigh!
Insufferable inequality,
Now is ineffable ecstasy,
Undeterred determination,
And honourable judiciary !
Providential independence,
Undisputed Unification,
Living to credence,
Spirit of nationalism!
All men created equal, by creator endowed with certain,
Unalienable rights- life, liberty and pursuit of happiness!
** last two lines have been taken from Abraham Lincoln's centrepiece of rhetoric ( in Gettysburg address of 1863) and is a well known statement on human rights
Written on 12/7/14
Contest- patriotism
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Awarded 3rd place
As I amble along, a trance me shakes
an immense silence, I fear, my tread wakes
A respite from angst in an oasis of rarity
my stroll in timelessness and spirituality
A joy of mind dancing in thrill and ecstasy
lulling my soul into a winsome reverie
Forget me nots calling for vernal breeze
heartseases blooming, poundering throbs I seize
Love in a Mist promising a golden summer
a stunning pallet! a peerless paintbrush to colour
Morning glories, beauty and forbearance
flowering souls, no void and time for abhorrence
Marguerite Daisies dropping a curtsy to shiny sun
a night retreat, then paths of charm to run
One rare of gems from The Master of the Universe
poets ever carving its ineffable beauty in verse
Artists blend their appealing hues and rising perceptions
a work of Art of emotional power and pure impressions
Beholding in awe and gratitude such a bliss
many of God's grace and blessings I miss.
We walked home
Hand in hand
You were just a girl
me a boy
pretending to be a man
We held tightly to our nothing
Wrapping it fully within the wanting
Not really knowing
who we were
or what we were needing
So it was so easy
to sink into heavy breathing
Me the innocent boy
you my ingenue
We loved each other for a time
It seemed the right thing to do
You were my cynosure
a crystal blue eyed angel
naked and demure
Tentatively innocent
yet somehow you seemed so sure
I wanted you to unlock my sad lonely
still I kept looking elsewhere for a cure
A panacea
for the missing parts inside of me
So I searched
wanting to see
my sempiternal possibility
Feelings ineffable
I wanted so bad to feel full
Why couldn't I hold onto us
or resist the pull
I was a sad black sheep
searching for virgin wool
I thought maybe
beyond my awkward stammer
in the wider world of glamour
I could be a mellifluous camper
Yet secretly I knew
I was neither lissome or free
Why did I give up the us in we?
Binding myself in a place
I was never meant to be
There in a chatoyant box
locked with a golden key
It would take years
For me to be able to see
What my crystal blue baby
seen inside of me
In the end
knowing I was loveable
is what set the boy free
You showed me
the man I was meant to be!
I completed Silent's ten word challenge.
Syllables seduce, syntax entices,
Vocabulary's siren call is so enticing.
Letters Dance, a lexical romance,
I'm caught in language's passionate trance.
The first date with an "ineffable," spark ignites,
"Petrichor" whispers the secrets of rainy nights.
Each new word, a stolen kiss,
Expanding mind, pure linguistic bliss.
Wielding verbs like weapons, adjectives like caress,
Phrases flow like rivers, I must confess:
Power surges through my veins when I speak,
Eloquence is my armour; in expression, I'm unique.
Diving deep in dictionary seas,
Etymology unravels mysteries.
Connotations subtle, meanings layered,
In nuance, my love affair is savoured.
Committed to this path, forever I'll roam,
Through forests of footnotes, tomes are my home.
Always learning, growing, striving to be
A master of this art called Verbology.
But this passion's not meant for me alone,
I'll plant these seeds wherever I've flown.
Inspire the masses to embrace this love,
Watch language flourish, below and above.
My legacy is etched in ink and sound,
In hearts and minds, these words resound.
For in this love affair with expression and lore,
I've found my purpose, now and evermore.
Message simple; love is Gods miracle
Innate effulgence of pristine presence
Continual is its subtle signal
Innocence cognises voice of conscience
Tranquil blissful calm, our souls quintessence
Heart our abode, where we remain joyful
Wherein we bask in self-luminescence
Message simple; love is Gods miracle
Current ethereal, caress playful
Endless rapture in stillness and silence
All nodes dance to bliss throb amiable
Innate effulgence of pristine presence
Lower mind urges, crave our indulgence
Presence careful, feral options annuls
Choosing to dance to the divine cadence
Continual is its subtle signal
Negating narrowness inimical
We breeze with ease though life in nonchalance
Stagnation the peril, our debacle
Innocence cognises voice of conscience
Our mind aligned with love in permanence
Enables bliss within, ineffable
On consigning ego to decadence
Pores tingle in joy currents toroidal
Message simple
02-June-2021
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life.
The word is love.”Sophocles, Greek Poet
Love’s a feeling difficult to describe
It’s the loving potion angels prescribe
From the start love’s a perpetual vibe
Etching on one’s heart a charming inscribe.
Love’s the melody sung within one’s soul
A lifetimes supernal leisurely stroll
It’s having someone who’s there to console
When in need of being made to feel whole
Love grows lovelier as the years evolve
Affirmation to love’s glory extol
As love is life’s most ineffable role
Aim for love to be life’s ultimate goal.
True love can never be put asunder
Nothing on earth could disturb love's thunder.
I talked with my parents this morning (they’re in a time zone that’s 6 hours ahead). I’ll be off, back to school, before they get back. They sound very tired, certainly tireder than they did a month ago.
They’re working with “Doctors Without Borders” somewhere in Poland. We have a fiction between us, that they haven’t been in a war zone for the last couple of months, spending 16 (18?) hours a day, in ineffable, meatball surgery - sewing pieces of people back together.
Although our conversation topics are no more important than soap bubbles, they evoke a kaleidoscope of emotions (in me), our mutual deceptions as fragile as eggshells.