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Amóre; what is that, he wondered,
before, before her, before the raw
Circean glimpsed across the buzzing
dance crazed rhythmic beating pulsing room.
Erudite, perniciously droll his
father was, he could have been, the old
generation, but not him, no sir;
he was master of the universe.
It took a while to traverse the room,
jam-packed with hot, febrile bodies in
karezza writhings, bodies touching;
love, or lust, on their minds and on his.
"May I?" "May you what?" She taunted;
neither spoke; both stared. His head bowed in
obeisance, bright red shoes his focus.
Power shifted, as both knew it would.
Quarry now the huntress, wolf killer
relishing command, his submission.
Slowly, mischievously; a wink; words;
"take me to your room, this moment, now
undress me; like you have already."
Vainglorious once; now, kin to a
witless fool, he stood, helpless; she stared;
x-rayed him with her cold steel-blue eyes;
"you're blushing," she whispered. The words like
zephyrs softly caressing his face …
My time to shine I remarked
before the main event,
Had to make it all worthwhile
big dollars they had spent.
The final act all jam-packed
with talent overload,
Pleased by my performance
the role I played when glowed.
Sung real loud to the crowd
in tune without a flaw,
They wooed me and renewed and
encored me for more.
My tap dance was extraordinary
striking, stomping, tapping,
Captivated, dominated
energetic clapping.
Twas then I thought I made it
finally was famous,
To be a part of work in art
one must be courageous.
Was inspiring and sheer stunning
the best of all about,
Then, the audience stood dumbstruck...
my bosom just fell out.
WOW! What a jam packed week ahead..
I've no time to rest or sleep.
I'm working 8 hours each day
For the bills I must pay..
And multiple adventures to seek.
I've lost 20 pounds and tried on new dresses..
Shopped for shoes at designer label stores.
A new hair do and facelift to
match..
Oh this new look I just love and adore.
Now I must attend an interview at midday..
And that's in London for heaven's sake!
And finish in time to clock back into work..
That makes for a very busy lunch break.
I have to reconcile my bank statement..
And post letters all over the globe.
Show my face as attending a meeting..
And colour coordinate my new wardrobe.
I've done my weeks grocery shopping..
And caught up with friends via chat.
And now I must search high and low..
For the perfect Melbourne Cup hat.
I won a nice lump sum on lotto..
Shopped again in Paris, London and New York.
Took cooking lessons from the best chefs..
And perfected the crackle on my roast pork.
I listened to bands from all over the world..
Created awesome playlists to attune my ears.
Sought medical advice from a psychiatrist..
About my phobia and horrible fears.
You see I've never left my home..
I have everything here I need to get.
It is all at the leisure of my fingertips..
The wonderful power of the internet.
So living in virtual reality is my life..
I've the best friend who gives constant approval.
I don't need the physical world..
If you don't believe me, then just ask Google!
Existence is jam-packed with such deadly traps,
You would wonder why its Author made it so;
You never are sure and ever live on borrowed time
For its turns may any time deal you a terminal blow.
You breathe when you find you can,
And will not be there to raise a query
Regarding your untimely and unfair decease,
When short it’s cut your mortal merry.
You suffer and cry when you have a tear,
And still get more of the dreaded stuff;
You make new resolves but your will is weak
And so you forget them all in a huff.
You know the way you should go
But your legs are light and easy to tempt,
So you end up taking the wrong course
And end up ruing the resolutions unkept.
If a believer, you increase your bootless prayers
And hope that someone up there will hear your cry,
But find your very woes increasing day after day
Till you accept your immutable plight and cease to try.
Whether blind rich or church-mouse poor, every man has his woes;
The poor man is ever crying over all the possible opportunities lost,
The young will always have to contend unfulfilled infatuations,
And the millionaire will ever bawl over a business deal unclosed.
So rather than file on through the shortened pages of time,
Men should spurn all the care and feel happy throughout;
In plenty and in dearth, in love and in hate –
For why invest in care and still have to doubt?
There is a time when we,
pressed by burden and distress,
long to escape from this land,
drifting away and feeling the spray
of the current of relief.
There comes a moment when we,
as darkness pours into us
cry out for light and joy and try to summon beauty,
but miss the point
as an arrow off its course.
There is a wave of temptation,
fueled by lures of bliss that sweep us from the shore,
checking us out of what matters
and drawing us from what’s real.
Yes, this is a jam-packed place,
and often it's willed by us to erase.
Yet grace in its majesty shows its form,
and proves it’s not all mourning; look, I see the morning!
Though the choice is murky, there’s only one for me.
I can’t dwell in the darkness, for the ocean of love hauls me away.
And granted, this world can batter us,
but thank goodness we’re not here to stay.
Form:
Do not watch the six o'clock news
If you want to live a carefree life
It'll bring you down, beat the crap outta ya
It's like being stabbed with a knife
Just hearing about all the stuff that goes on
You'll wanna set up camp in the woods
Not a bad idea when you really think bout it
Much happier in all likelihood
Now this is turning out to be quite a downer
That was not my original intention
Always think positive is what I usually say
A smile was the greatest invention
I'm sure there aren't many cynics on The Soup
So I don't think this will be scoffed at
Poets have a feel for the right path to choose
The one filled with love jam packed
So do not watch the six o'clock news
It's always about the lunatic fringe
Look at your loved ones and tell 'em you care
Invite them on a friendly love binge
Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns
The neighbors moved away.
They said nothing to anyone,
they just left.
New people took the home.
There was a big truck.
It was full of boxes,
and a TV.
It was jam-packed with animals...
and cages and crates,
and statutes of...
Greek women holding water vases,
Greek men with harps.
The truck itself was all blue.
Funny, even the tires.
Odd.
I watched as they unloaded other things;
a giant clock that rang...
from the time they took it from the vehicle,
until it went... inside... (hushed tones).
There was a deep freezer,
the size you could fit six grown men...in.
One on top of another...
a side; by side by side by side, by side, by side.
There was a trunk with a hunchback,
and then a hunchback with a trunk.
What can I say... they were a pair,
I had to stare.
Unfair, I looked away.
Then the mom, and the dad...
came rolling up the drive.
They were in a giant bread truck;
made of cowhide?
A dozen kids on the back,
and even a few on a rack?
A lively crew of gypsies.
Carnies, forced to retire;
from long days,
now gone.
The circus, the show,
the festival of colors;
no more...
Come to a new place,
to put on a new face,
to leave no trace,
of all that was left behind.
Yet how do you start a fresh life,
from a comfortable place you always lived,
upside down, right side up,
cheers all around,
and elephants that danced,
giraffes that sang,
and popcorn was the main course;
at dinner.
Now everyday life,
full of strife,
trying to make things right,
somewhere in the world.
The clowns still make some laugh,
at every funny gaff,
even if...
it is not in a big shoe,
or under a giant tent.
Be happy.
It is a choice.
The Eve before Christmas day,
No snow but clear skies
And visible stars
A full moon and the Milky way,
Sprinkling its magic, while
My gran and mom jam packed
Cookies into jars.
A dip in the swimming pool,
For it’s sizzling hot that night,
We want to go to bed cool,
Young children eventually
Tucked in tight, with just a sheet,
No snow, ice or sleet,
In South Africa, our home,
Where we sleep.
In their dreams presents, Santa and fun
Tomorrow’s weather prediction,
Thirty-nine degrees in the sun.
Dusted the floor with baby powder,
Who wears the same size shoe
As Santa,
We all look at Grandpa!
Under the tree are two funky
Pairs of flippers for the twins,
Who by now should have grown fins.
Time for bed, presents all
Under the tree
Fairy lights on,
In the kitchen a timer for
For the turkey put on for three
To be turned off at eight,
When we go to church
Come back for freshly baked
Scones and pancakes,
Made in the oven outside,
My Grandma’s pride.
Run for swimming costumes,
Jump in the pool
Oh it was so hot in church,
Now we feel cool.
Air conditioning in most rooms
When indoors,
Sunblock Cream and hats
When outdoors,
We love Christmas in Africa
And in the scorching sun,
Guess each country,
Enjoys and has its
Own kind of fun,
Whether in the snow or the heat,
Christmas day is a day
No one can beat,
Christmas carols are sung
Mistletoe hung
Hubby grabs me
And kisses me
With a glint in his eyes,
Have a surprise for you
Tonight after tea,
And your special mince pies.
Bright wrappings on
Presents under the tree
And so important is the gathering
Of the entire family.
The diamond in the rough
My Sweet little bathroom singer,
Every song on tip of his finger,
Sang to melody each lyric, howsoever tough,
Shine of A diamond in the rough !
Overlooked studies, paper and pen,
Singing his passion, sang every now and then,
To the parents' much annoyance,
But Never did he lose his buoyance !
Today he stands on grand stage,
Life has turned to the golden page,
Enthrals jam packed audience,
No one can escape the effulgence !
Time can scrub the toughest of tough,
Glitters the most, my diamond once in the rough !
Written on 23/6/14
Contest- A Diamond in the rough
Sponsor- Gail Angel Doyle
These are not events that took place very far in the past
These are obviously ongoing racial gaffes and contrasts
Where human beings are bombarded and mistreated
Where human beings are veraciously discriminated
Against, where politicians with supercilious smiles
And where election cheaters with camouflaged styles
Expel and reject Black people such as Africans and Haitians
And these same biased lawmakers welcome Ukrainians
With open arms, because Ukrainians are Caucasians
Because Ukrainians are Europeans and white
In your judicious eyes, is this right?
Black people are human beings too
Haitians are people too
Africans are people too
Ukrainians are people too
Are White human beings people too?
Please say something. Please write something
Please utter something. Please sing something
Singing ‘We shall overcome’ is insufficient
Not enough. You call yourselves ‘Christians’
Pour more Tetrahydrozoline HCL 0.05% in your eyes
In order to see clearly that the moon is not circled with hollow pies
From afar or from space, all humans are infinitesimally congruent
All human beings have red blood in their veins
And all humans are jam-packed with flaws and sins
Moreover there exists neither white blood, nor black blood
Blue blood is originating from chasmal whims, far from abroad
Fair-minded Readers ponder
And conscious minded Poets wonder
Apparently, Republicans are pushy and obvious
And Democrats are wishy-washy and dubious
Human beings must not be chased by wild horsemen
All humans must be welcome by clergy men and women
Anywhere on Earth
The Globe is everybody’s turf.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.