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The Orphan's Story

Here my story begins,
here I stand, 
facing the world all alone;

It all began with one lady he ladied,
One boy she boyded and sugared,
Just to finish in the net of Mr. Death.

Hah!
How painful it is,
How hurt it is for the poor boy.

Meanwhile he stood by their graves,
Mourning and weeping,
Cursing the world,

And doubting the Lord His God,
Having no one to shade the tears with,
To neither sympathize nor comfort.

The community sad pointing accusing fingers here and there,
Blaming the uncle and aunt,
Speaking of nothing other than slow poison and witch craft,

One after the other murmured in his belly,
Pasting sympathious faces,
But ignoring the happened,

Few weeks after the happened,
Came Doctor Okiriki James,
Native of the community, son of the soil

HIV/AIDS is a reality,
Make your HIV/AIDS test
In order to know your status,

Those were his words
As he moved round the village,
Whispering on his karaka bicycle;

It was spoken by men, women and children
Sand as many times as possible
Over the radio and shown on the T.V.

With the ingenuous aid
Of Doctor Okiriki James,
The orphan went in for an HIV/AIDS test.

Hellas!
You are HIV positive,
But that’s not the end of life.
With this status
You are still capable of doing
A lot of things…

Yes,
Words of comfort
And advice,

What have I done to deserve all these?
What curse?
In which world am I found?

The poor boy questioned,
Murmured
And doubted the future,

If only his parents knew,
If only he knew and talked to them,
If only,

Doctor he doctored,
Son the doctor answered,
What should I do?

First you have to know there is no cure for HIV/AIDS,
But you can take anti-retro viral drugs
To slow down its destruction of the immune system,

Take good care of your self,
Eat well, especially fruits
For the body needs them.

Don’t get into
Any unprotected sex with any one
And don’t expose objects stained with your blood.

Doctor he doctored again,
Thanks very much,
I have heard you and I will do as you say...


Premium Member Effects of the Affected

Intricate dull summer, autumn's scourge,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Mirage, sweaty foreheads entertain an oasis,
Rise of Fall, leaves, plot ere barked disguises,
Autumn's quarrels, chartreuse hawks verdant green hue,
Spar shades, tones, pigments re, imagination,
Expelled from hold, abandon o'er cold,
Huddled neath shedding sunshades,
Sun pierced, stains owned ardor brown,
Wrinkled facing fertile lengthened passage,
Refreshed, sprouts anew,
Laments a stabled tree near a rippling brook,
Transpires driven, meaning sustained, neath or aloft,
Gravitation charters its progress,
Ingenuous source served natural throat that thirsts beyond,
Prompt wintry ice, obscure its way, not bar its exemplary flow,
Gratification expounded, outpours inside the expanse,
Breeding fluidity, according to varied species of life on Terra.


2019 October 07
howmanysyllables
14 lines x 10 syllables = 140 syllables
Form: Narrative

My City

I live in a big city where the mother earth blessed us
with the friendly climate, refreshing greeneries and crops
So you can enjoy the serene beauty and forget stress
Since it's a rainfed area,farming relies on rain drops

The pongal- Festival of year harvest, is to unite
the city people despite their religious caste stages
Brihadeeswara temple,inscribed on UNESCO's site
Airavateswar temple, surviving thousand ages

Have convoluted stone carvings and intricate sculptures
Our lady of Lourdes Basilica,Nagore dargah are
nearer to us and we consider them as our treasures
Generous,obliging and ingenuous people we're

No religious split among us,Christians will go to mosques
Hindus to churches,Muslims to temples,we are unique
Form: Sonnet

What We Lost...

An attack of this magnitude
was completely unforeseeable;
and who thought that an unguarded city
had to feel that sense of solitude...
through an urealistic exodus so undiscernible,
and later reclaim its struck territory!

What we lost...is not the superb Twin Towers: 
the pride of the wealthiest nation on earth,
towers that can be rebuilt in years;
it's those lives that enmity cut short!
And they tried to disorientate us,
and disrupt our ingenuous and lively living
by spreading unrest and choas
with absurd and infernal thinking!

This infamy is so ineffaceable
from the mind of the unfoolish,
fair and reasoning man with greater intellect...
that it becomes so inexplicable;
a shameful act not condoned by civilization,
confirmed by unsympathetic sentiments!

What we lost ...is truly irreplaceable
by every imaginable remedy:
its the worth, the comfort  and the unbroken joy, 
which dazzled in the NewYorkers' eyes...
making their days so livable! 
What we lost...is eternally
carved out into those shining stones:
bearing glorious names to withstand time itself1
Form: Narrative

My Reconstructed House

March 17, 2016                                       
 Mary E.W. Stephenson
                                    My Reconstructed House

     In my house of reconstruction, it is very well lit under the glory of GOD.
     There is a 'No Trespass' sign on my lawn, and a 'Private Property' sign is 
hanging from my front door.  
     Yet I peek outside of my windows and see the misery that tramples the lives of others.
      I am a compassionate soul. Yet I know that I must be careful as to whom I let in my house.
     
     In my old house I was ingenuous and allow negativity, jealousy, treachery, and deceit cross my door sill, and it tore down the walls of my house, leaving me with an empty shell of a house.
     My heart was splintered and I became plagued with despair.

     Now there is a loving spirit that flows freely from chambers to chambers.
     The tender yet feverish love of my man keeps my house warm and cozy.
     I have given GOD the key to my house, and I feel free to be successful in growth and accomplishment.
     
     People admire my new house and they want to know what they need to do to get such a well-constructed house, and I tell them to open the door to their inadequate house and let GOD in.
god
Form: Prose


You Are Not My Shadow But the Rhythm of My Heart

When rain drops pour,water splashes
i don't want to miss it,
Because when water touches my face,
i feel as if you are around

When i listen to that song,
my heart swings,
and the bell rings,
as if you are around

when my day didn't go good
and i am upset,
i think about our good times and
talking to myself and imagining as if you are around

You are not my shadow 
but the rhythm of my heart,
it skips and misses a beat
when you are around

People may think i am mad
when i am dancing and
smiling just like that
but what they don't know is
that i feel as if you are around

My strength,my weakness,my dream,my wish,
you know everything is you.
No matter if the moments we spent 
together are few 
bu i cherish your memory as fresh as a dew,
i know being nostalgic,but still i wish
if , just you are around

You know,i am smiling at the moment,
for i never know,that i'll get a 
chance to write for you,
these little incidents do
reignite the memories,as if you are around

People may come,people may go,
you may have a new set friends,
but we weren't foes,
even today when i look at the stars,
i feel as if you are around

We both were kids,not wise
enough to know the world,
but now we are not infantile any more,
and the distance between us if filled by this world

I might have been naive enough ,
or ingenuous,,as i'd like to say
But no matter how much we grow up,
i still miss you by the day and wish if you are around

This silent dedication to you,
will always remain untold,
hoping that you do feel the same,
hoping if just you are around......
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Glory of Childhood

Childhood, the glory of pure innocence 
A boon blessed by His omnipotence
Nonpareil and priceless gift to a child
Like a lamb delicate, gentle and mild.

An endless and inexhaustible bliss
A gifted phase that one should never miss
Immaculate souls of cute juveniles
Where He finds Himself in their beaming smiles

Icons for ingenuous happiness
Blossoming little hearts with loving kindness
Unstained with the impurities of world
Let the petals of dreaming buds unfurled.

Never sketch thy huge plans for their future 
Let them grow under the blue in nature 
Never take their childhood in to thy hand
Let them have bliss of heaven on this land.


Picture: 3

Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper 
Date: 11-11-2021.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Intoxicating Poison

Lost in garnet glow, within crimson shadows,
eyes in you see continence, bold, unerring;
where, in truth, ingenuous virtue harbors.
I see you sleeping.

Yet, unbidden innocent thoughts turn rancid,
craving hunger, withering dreams of honor.
Cold in lust are fantasies born from sorrow,
driveling sorrow.

Ice envelops spurious hearts when love wilts.
Passion's roses, petalless, lie infertile,
endless waiting, hopelessly, always waiting 
love to now answer.

Dream in gentle slumber of sweetened ardor;
for, in you is virtuous faithful rapture.
Sentimental visions of love remains, as
virginal hearts throb.


06/28/2020


Intoxicating Poison
Host: Edward Ibeh 
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest

Premium Member Beauty's Bequest

Beauty’s Bequest
               By Odin Roark

Some say
We all have one
An enigmatic wild stallion within
Seeking sounds and symbols
To become a tundra of words
Its landscape of expression

Here
Time’s pace and rhythm
Carried by nature’s patient breath
Echo’s passion rides
Between the canyons walls
Of mind and heart
Knowing well the joy
Of unbridled passage

Thought by many
As a poet’s gift
This tenuous control
Of eager restlessness
Seeks little repose

Painfully aware
The vanishing of a moment
The eclipse of a thought
Might recede into
Infinite darkness
The stallion often bolts

For

Taming forces are everywhere
Incapable of recognizing the exquisite
Ignorant of imagination unlimited
The have-nots fight to fence in
One’s galloping unfurled spirit

Armies have trodden atop this soil
Dynasties have horded such open sky wealth
Yet efforts to make permanent captive
This ambulant prerogative
Find endurance undeniably present

Some wonder…

Why must that
Deemed beautiful
Inspiring
Tenacious of will
Remain so vulnerable?

Yet

For the stalwart
Just as a rose
Seeks perpetual awareness
Between a book’s pages
Beauty’s elegant passing
Knows to embrace its powdery remains
Riding atop eternity’s trade winds
Levitating in perpetuity until…

Tomorrow’s tomorrow
Presents another sunrise
Where light and color
Moved by nature’s gentle breath
Prepares shadow’s trace to encounter
Saddled ugliness trying again to
Bridle perfection’s grace in motion

And so

Poets continue to offer
Beauty’s essence
Privilege
And ingenuous smile

A magical state of mind
Deserving indomitable freedom
Hopefully never harnessed
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Persevere In Writing Your Poems My Friends

Express yourselves unabashedly my friends
Because no one can honestly give you a grade
Write your poems with your own hands
Make them natural, beautiful and homemade.

Don’t worry about foes, faux, aliens and others
Just do what you need to do my friends
To find good, fair, impartial or sagacious readers
Be creative or innovative to embark on your own trends.

All poems are important, relevant and famous
All poems are born from a particular or divine inspiration
Be bold, brave, controversial, generous and ingenuous.

Bias exists even in literary art poetry. Ignore the laughs
Continue writing. This world is full of odds, hurdles and gaffes
Be happy! It’s needless to yearn for a standing ovation.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to my friend, Juan Felix Of Orlando and others.
Juan, I wish you a speedy recovery. You're in my thoughts, prayers and poems.

Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Form: Rhyme

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