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She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction,
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle wax trick or residue residing nowhere.
Heart's firework pinwheel blown
by a wish everywhere
and summoned without lips service-
to neither Hades, Avalon nor Loch Ness, lore.
In her magic lies a silent non disclosure appeasment,
a benediction like a life preserver of electric feel.
Her trinkets are cursed idols, in a pool of profoundness laid- imply at your feet, dewly spilled.
She sheds jade droplets of faceted
watershed moments,
strings them like pearls
to loose your balance on your
precipitated emotion.
She is "in the field"- set of runged abominations-
of a fools notion.
Jade droplets of faceted conglomeration
bathed of precipitale- emotion-
swimming your head like electric eel.
She is a storm brewing inside a jewel,
vagabond bauble non descript versing of
evident residual haunting your soul to steal-
new horizon, taunting virgin territory, with infatuation, lightning.
Underwritten page of felt covertly, subtly everything hunting, seasoned overtly sensory heightened display.
Moraed morals, moreover-sustained
of overlay fonting the atmosphere
cover paged as she wears where she lays.
The sky, a distant dream in the ocean of her gaze,
Wind stripped bare in a pool of borrowed
rhymes swimming your head in amaze
as we scramble for the right words to parlay
in her charms way.
In her voice lies a silent romance
leaving more questions than answers in her wake,
as her moods shift, atelier 'steem-roller,
like runic winds
of intolerant display, mind, screen-controler.
Touchstones in a pool of profoundness,
sun ray sing song at hand after the reigns.
She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a Battle Babe, no chance her style fades, she got genius in spades,
covert clout leavin you shamed with sheer doubt, livin to learn her upshot ways,
offend ya with a biting wit, pen ya witha whip whetted on the blood of your best days,
love ya like a lionized legionare, waste ya like a puny prisoner pinned against her spiked legs,
wicked wrath and affectionate genuflection the perfection of the Battle Babe's barbarous pathways,
the Patron Poetess of the Lady Ink Crew not fearin you, not hatin you,
she's just beatin every ounce of you
You say she's crazy, lazy and hastey
some sort of Prima Donna in distress lost in lunacy pastey,
but this is simply a rumor reflected from your own filthy and phony majesty,
she prepares for battle settled and seasoned
like a lioness in love with the last hour of hunger
quiet and confident, instincts infallible in Society's saddistic scramble,
pupils green aglow, piercing the pale lies of this business' infatuation with profit's ramble,
the salt of twilight stings her senses, your stunted reaction she will savor
thoughts of your company falling from her K-9's kill of what was once friendship once reasoned,
she will annihilate facts in the false traffic of your tabulated fantasy,
she will destroy you for assuming truth in sunshine made from touted travesty -
J.A.B.
Our memories will be the roots
In our strong yet delicate foundation.
Our talks will be our parachutes
As we slowly fall into infatuation.
Our fall outs will be rationalized away
As we become each other's voices of reason.
Our voices will soothe us without sway
In our soft-spoken tones, without confusion.
Our individual strengths will shine through
Each and every time we speak or write.
Our hearts will heal and grow on cue
As we learn how to make this all right.
Our memories are the growing roots
Of the tree that symbolizes our romance.
Our souls were meant to overcome all disputes,
Because we are fated to learn this dance.
my little china flower
i wonder will you grow
into the kind of love
i wish you to know
my little china flower
i wonder sometimes
will your kindness
grow into something divine
my little china flower
your sweetness abounds
from your mouth it sudjest
into my soul it sounds
my little china flower
as our time goes by
mere moments of our day
that causes time to fly
my little china flower
am I alone in this thought
would it spoil all things
if in love i am caught
my little china flower
i write these words to you
weather the become "Delivered"
i have not a clue
my little china flower
i love only you
my thoughts at night
infatuation that grew
my little china flower
is it wrong what i do?
or am i not at fault
for love coming from you?
Form:
With the melodic cadence of my fervent heart,
pulsating with the charming tinsels of mesmeric night,
gleamed my love for you with the enticing tinge,
suffused with the sequins of the argentine moon.
I felt in a trance the sweet touch so tempting
of your captivating charisma intangible,
but you drifted away from my engrossed perception,
like the chromatic cloud wafting in the twilight sky.
In the blooming valley of flowers my cataract heart
cascaded as a stream of embedded melted emotions
through the turquoise course of lingering longing,
and on the plateau of yearning I wandered beguiled.
From the ebony edge of the fallen gloomy night
the storm clouds surged with blades of shearing pain,
lacerated the lilting facade of the sky, I called my heart,
where the shards of dream sank in the tears of despair.
Losing the desire in the debris of the broken heart,
I sauntered sullen to the shore of silent sorrow.
My infatuation swirled away like dislodged surly sands
in the remote time’s tide when I thought you were mine.
The transient trajectory flame of devoured desire
furrowed in my marooned mind a blazing trail of longing.
I couldn’t trace entranced the track of the spurting star,
it drifted away like your love, for I didn’t dream enough.
From the ebony edge of the opaque night of despair
storm clouds surged with thunders of tearing strife,
splintered my remnant dreams dispersed in debris,
and I then realized my heart couldn’t yearn enough.
The sound of your voice in the avid air of my yearning
echoed with melody in the void of my lonely heart.
How complete I was as it delighted me to the core
to get the feeling of togetherness, I couldn’t let you know.
When you left tracing the trail of the melting mirage,
I felt deserted like the desolate sands in the dry dune.
My pent-up words ‘I need you’ remained sadly unsaid,
floated way in the whirlwind of sandstorm to oblivion.
Your essence stays with me as an indelible image,
fused with the onyx motif of the abyss in my heart.
I’ll light there a million candles of love for you,
so, you’ll find the lost way to return, and be mine, forever.
It is of the essence.
Time; it is very precious.
The past affects the future but for now let's focus on the present.
Tense, like the feeling you get when you can't breathe.
Mind, body and soul supposed to be one,
but each is moving at its own speed.
Now it's time to re-evaluate.
To sit and to self reflect.
"Like have you been giving yourself all the love you deserve or are you still in debt?
And the love you receive is it truth?
And the love you receive is it fair?
Is the love you receive built on honesty?
A pure heart that truly loves and cares?"
"And what is it that you have to offer this world,
that you bury so deep inside?
The talents and gifts you've been blessed with, yet always seem to hide.
Is it fear of rejection?
Is it fear of being turned down?
Is it fear of not being good enough?
Is that why your voice never makes a sound?'
Almost like a game of chess.
Each move is well planned and thought out,
but have you ever stopped to think that maybe that's why some things fall out.
So detailed and designed.
Instructed in every way.
Two players, both determined but still only one wins the game.
Patience.
Many of us have some to give but never offer.
Life treats us the same way with ups and downs like a ride on a teeter-totter.
Only to knock one down and in the same breath pick them back up.
But life and time have that in common, it teaches one how to get tough.
Trying to Xscape soft cries and lonely nights.
Singing "Who can I run to?"
Not realizing that the answer is within you.
Do you know who you belong to?
Has anyone ever taught you who you are?
Did you know that you are sons and daughters of the most infinite star?
Made in the image of God who watches over thee.
Your worth goes beyond that of a diamond and of any fancy jewelry.
Your body is a sanctuary.
Your mind, a nugget of gold.
Your soul is your everything,
that not everyone deserves to hold.
Blessings they surround you.
Heaven is forever in your reach.
Self love and self respect are the ways in which you teach..
Teach those around you how to approach.
Teach them not to move on infatuation and not to engross.
Your energy;
It is sacred, always something to hold close.
"Do you know who you are?"
"Do you know who you belong to?"
I hope you find your worth,
and may God continue to guide you.
Form:
For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!
Pixelated, dark, and with word I did not know,
I met you with that mask.
And though I’m sure I have memorised it’s crevices,
Your shirt, the glasses.
I feel guilty about it still.
God is something of many that connects us,
Something that loosened our ropes,
And your cross is highlighted in my moonlight,
And yet I’m drawn to you still.
Your wisdom outshines mine,
And you bask in it well,
And your tan fingers ran over my route before me,
I follow along, to my peers’ disdain,
And I look up to you still.
For, my dear, you have been through hell
And with each of my beats the ache grows,
And your scars match my own,
And your lack of an ichor leash let the worst inside,
And we fall today still.
And my protection I do wish you had,
Though our locations do not align,
Shared nations, interests,
And realising you may know me best,
Yet I have not met you still.
I thought I loved you
But I am beginning to love you more
And more
I am beginning to think about you more
And more
I am beginning to dream of you more
And more
I imagine loving you
Until the end of time
Until all the bells chime
Until I love you more
And more
Until I think of you more
And more
Until I dream of you more
And more
No, it’s not infatuation
No, it’s not adoration
No, it’s not passion
No, it’s not compassion
No, it’s not devotion
No, it’s not admiration
No, it’s not contemplation
No, it’s not affection
But it’s true, mutual and unrequited love
Raw feelings coming from above
Flowing through my brain
Dancing in my veins
Giving me sweet pain
And strength to break the chains
So we can fall in love again
And again until eternity, in Heaven.
Copyright © November 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Sweet obsession
Manic infatuation
Locked like an ancient mystery
In a golden cage of blissful devotion
Without the key of delight
To open and reveal its possession
Caught up in the earthly roots of longing
That inspire all the ghosts within me
To steal the dreams held in vain
When feathers floated free
Burying my memory
Exhausting my body with sleepless nights
Finding me with no sanctuary
To escape my misery
My obscene performance
To engage in this struggle
To find the happiness I feign to possess
Mirrors the endowment of belonging
To something greater than I harbor
Is one predisposed oblivious mess!