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My heart leapt with all joy, still does, with doe eyes.
Back in that day, before I knew Elton’s face, the sighs
of my sister and I, as we lie in our parents bed,
hours of tuning in to the sounds we were fed.
My heart leapt with all joy, as this Middlesex man
belted out this timebomb tune. Pop rock began.
Begins with innocence, new releases rocks repress,
with the leer of a crocodile on “Suzie’s tight dress.”
A young mind doesn’t fixate on innuendoes; doe eyes
recklessly leap and dance; with time, lyrics synthesize.
The moment I hear this tune, I’m back in time, inside
my Haviland skin, “hopping and bopping” amplified.
I went to the places
where the poets all go
There were so many rhymes
The going was slow
The sky had fluffy clouds
Reminding me of snow
The ground verdant green
had an emerald like glow
Metaphorically speaking
Under rocks I was peeking
to find fabled lions
who were brave and not weaklings
Instead I found several
innuendoes and puns
Much better I suppose
than violence and guns
Some places were tidy
Conforming and glad
Other doorways were darkened
Still good triumphed over bad
There were sunsets and storms
Silver linings and things
Knights on white horses
clever dragons with wings
Romance of the ages
Passion reigned supreme
Some had hidden messages
only their lovers had seen
Spaces and pauses
with inspiration in between
Some possessed erotic images
Extremely sexy but not obscene
So many places I ventured
Some far and some near
Poets traveling on thoughts
moonbeams and tears
I listened intently
so that I might hear
Gifts of imagination
the wisdom of years
Nothing is impossible
When expressed with a pen
The ultimate do over
You can go back once again
Or live another's life
Prince pauper or Queen
a hero or villain
a kind person or mean
So let us all travel
To where poets go
Travel quickly
or choose a journey more slow
bring along heartstrings
They will surely be played
Meet Shakespeare and Keats
and many others who stayed
Add your own verses
Immortality gained
Thoughts on white paper
Beautifully stained!
Dedicated to Anne Currin and Yanny Widjanarko two poets I miss.
Written on a February 24th 2016.
The Master Of The Rhyme
This was inspired by comments
made to me , by Great Poets
Peter Duggan and Olive Guillermo
And sung to the tune
Phantom Of The Opera's
"Music of The Night" by Andrew LLoyd Webber
Words that rhyme well--- serve to show my passion
Searching for the--- style that suits my fashion
Everything I see--- Is a poem meant for me
And I write it though it seems to be sublime
I truly am the master of the rhyme
While I’m sleeping--- in my mind come creeping
Filled with laughter--- mystery and weeping
Like an artist with his brush---I am filled with such a rush
And it paints a picture deep inside my mind
I wonder if I’m Master of the rhyme
Do you know who’s the Master of all known words
Do you know when he comes or where he goes
As He writes with my hands and through my soul
Whether it be a rhyme or it be prose
Written words--- start forming innuendoes
Join and bond--- then rise like a crescendo
When I awake I find--- this happens every time
I am just the name that must be signed
For I am not the Master of the rhyme
As I sit here staring at the empty page
He whispers in my ear again
I don’t know where the poem’s going to go
But, when I start the words begin to flow
Is It God, and is He on the level
Cursing me, as If I were the devil
Cause once I start to rhyme---the words begin to chime
Like a bell--- keeps ringing in my mine
He truly is the Master of the Rhyme
He alone holds the blessing---I make mine
For I am just a servant of the Rhyme
Be kind to our in battled President my friends.
His policies and actions are not his own.
The hard right urges him to "Make America
Great Again" I really don't know what that means.
His policies and untruths coupled with his attitude
against those that attempt to disagree with him, is not
really his fault. The fact that he believes himself to know
more than everybody else is just part of his condition.
He defends Nazis and Russia, because he believes those
who support him will remain loyal. This is not his fault.
He wants to make "America Great Again" and he is guided
by those who want to return to the way America was fifty
years ago.
Can you blame him for this? His lies and innuendoes and
his inability to distinguish right from wrong is just due to his
condition. He is really a narcissist who sees himself as the
center of the world and feels he is more intelligent and
savvy than anybody else. Those who believe this, continue
to empower him. They don't know he is very sick.
This pathological condition is a sickness of the mind. Instead
of piling up on him, we should help him. He suffers from
delusions of grander which he cannot help. We should
recognize the symptoms and get the needed treatment for
our POTUS.
We don't want him to damage our Democracy nor get us
in a war we can ill afford. Finally, Do we really want us
to walk backwards into the future?
Lets help our President get well.
Contest --Anthony Slausin. February 2, 2019. President Trump
Will I be impeached?
It’s a milestone at least, chalk it up as a feat,
That your younger self never thought you could meet.
But how does it feel, this crossroads you face?
It’s a case of you got there, it’s no fall from grace.
Are there any advantages to this dreadful affair?
They call getting old, it’s simply not fair.
It’s gone in a flash, yesterday I was ten!
Only to be reminded, that was way back when.
I snore all the more, the hairs are a pain,
Grow in all the wrong places, again and again.
And the hairs on my head, they see not the sun,
Receding to follicles from whence they begun.
As grumpiness sets, becoming part of the psyche,
Talking to oneself becomes ever more likely.
The stares from the driver pulling up alongside,
Are testimony to the depths I reside.
Don’t get me on sight, or my hearing, please no,
In chatter I nod but it’s only for show.
I recognise no-one at distance these days,
I’m waving profusely to strangers not phased.
It has its advantages though, I’m assured.
Free prescriptions for one, I’ll maybe be cured,
Of the ailments, I once couldn’t pronounce,
That now lick their lips as they poise to pounce.
It’s funny though, your priorities differ,
From the innuendoes that caused you to bicker.
It’s a new priority, what will be will be,
Live in the present, the future ‘we’ll see.’
Those dreams you once had to get to the top,
Are now different dreams, as the ego you drop.
You can reminisce, with some sense of pride,
The events of your life, it’s one hell of a ride.
At sixty there’s wonder, enlightenment.
No stature, no dreams, no entitlement.
It’s life you revere, just making the best,
Of this world we all cherish, we’re merely a guest.
There are sentences that are inaudible
And words that are passively silent
Oh! Words, verbs, innuendoes and pirouettes
We instantly ask incredulous questions.
Their gestures sometimes are understandable
Clever foxes hide behind vices
We comprehend very well why racists
Are intermittently invisible.
Oh! Silence that is when words do not exist
We see rats robbing the store at daylight and the cats
Patiently and intelligently examine the list
Of the remaining victims peacefully and wisely.
Words are often deadly dangerous
Daring the weapons of inequality around the hellish fire
Which is about to consume the desperate city
Where the words are silent and strangled.
Hebert Logerie , September 29, 2013
Life is a very long movie
Life is a brief biography
Life is not an encyclopedia
But a book of several chapters
Life is a garden of flowers
Do not blame Wikipedia
For the bad, fake or false stories
People love tragic or faulty memories
Please forgive the darn Media
The writers, the reporters, the journalists
Who have failed to expose the racists
The rapists, the killers, and the liars
Life is full of surprises and nightmares
Life is made of many sporadic dreams
Bring the lanterns, bring the beams
Our world is sinking in a dark hole
It's obvious that every day is not Super bowl
Life behaves like a roller-coaster
Wear the belt, danger is around the corner
Life is made of ups and downs
Horrors, chaos, innuendoes, stories
Souvenirs, fun and bad memories
Do your job, and ignore the clowns
Life is awesome, awkward and unpredictable
Life is strange, weird, different and delectable
Life is indeed a malayalam movie
Life is a short biography.
Copyright© March,2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
I hate the taste of alcohol
a squalid little drink
that twists the thoughts inside of you
and changes what you think
It takes away whats good in life
destroy's the growth of love
replacing it with bitterness
it covers love in mud
its bitter innuendoes
it's thoughts provoking fears
With anger in the fights you share
your violence and your rage
the wholes within your budget
build room for lovers graves
the cost of loving beer my friend
is subtle deep and strong
attacking home and family
to me my friend that's wrong
You blame your wife, your husband
your son, the friends you share
destroying life around you
with each and every year
yet still you keep on drinking
your liquid cruelty clear
Planting a seed of deceit to escape the blame,
Even the blind could see the trick in that dance.
Tangled deep in the web of truth-coloured falsehoods,
Dodgy as a broken glass that reflects beauty.
Only the trueness of its heart sees clear the truth~
Giving its forked tongue some time to rue its regret.
Care nor love enough to make a pet dog a pet.
Attention to fakeness won't turn it to truth.
Nothing but pure honesty makes truth a belief~
That deceit has only a few nights of good rest,
Before the truth shatters it into smithereens,
Ensuring lies don’t last beyond dawn’s first crow.
Only truth-coated innuendoes could fool so much,
Unless the ears that hear are clogged with thick wax~
Rolling out deceit as though not meant to deceive;
Pretending it wasn’t intended to sound absurd,
Ensuring that its belief was clouded by lies,
That made a lifeless toy believe it was a pet.
Fingers intertwined in
wondrous oneness
together foreverness
breathtaking bliss
Eye to eye in
lyrical longing
melodic memories
soul symmetry
Backs turned to
bygone brokenness
solitary sanctums
heartbroken hibernation
Face to face in
aromatic anecdotes
possibility potpourri
enmeshed essences
Voices join in
rondos of rendezvous
chorales of compatibility
madrigals of mutuality
Heart to heart in
a fulcrum of fulfillment
a seesaw of serendipities
a trapeze of timelessness
Lips engaged in
passion's pendulum
voluptuous vocabularies
intoxicating innuendoes
She is lyrics and I am music
~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight