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On a hazy day, in the mid of the jungle
through the dense rain forest, we trek;
Where astounding waterfalls spread smoke
and the various birds sing melodious jingles
Swaying lofty trees filter the sunlight,
cause the shadowy effect inside ;
They do sieve worldly sounds and impure air
and so the serene surreal ambience stays there
The recent rains flattened some tall trees
but equally granted the unique mushrooms;
Though the route is really tough and rough
the fragrance of the fresh rains embrace
Those lush green fungi on the rocks
do try too hard to block our walk;
Rustling the leaves, snakes move to bush,
discerning the scene, the poor rats ambush
Oops, these leaches suck my blood
and my shoes often stuck in the mud;
Our signposts are those largest footprints
of the giant elephants and trails of these tiny ants
Dreamlike journey it is, to meet imaginary animals;
Our target is to encounter those ethereal creatures
that we often hear and see in comics and animation films
but other than those animals we have seen so many things
Lion tailed macaque, Nilgiri tahr,
Great hornbill, Indian Giant squirrels
and the other colorful birds that are rare
look cuter than those unreal creatures
Trancelike travel inside the jungle
make us behold the real beauties;
Finally reached the plain grass land,
where the sun leers amid the blue screen.
The footsteps we trace, not just taken us to the plain
The tranquillity they offer, help us perceive the heaven
It's the great hike that raises our energy levels
It's the toughest trek that weakens our stress devil
May 26 2021
For the contest Writing prompt- dreamlike by Constance La France
There were lamps behind my eyes
Hidden for most of my life
Yet your smile lit them up for the first time
And gave me the strength
To see through the deepest darkness
I was a wandering minstrel
Singing my songs for a careless dime
You were a passing princess
On your way to meet with your parole officer
But you stopped and listened
And gave me a heartfelt dime
The streets are an urban jungle
Filled with iron lions on the prowl
Their guts heaving gratuitous growls
And I was a deer among them
A wanderer with no place to call home
But still I wandered through the jungle
Even if I was prey
To find the owner of a heartfelt dime
Yet all that time searching
The lights in my eyes began to grow dim
Until I heard a song
From the confines of my mind
Your body was coated in tattoos
And your nose held a ring
Your clothes were ripped and tattered
But your smile was whole
And when I sang along
I noticed something strange
Our voices matched
In imperfect harmony
This was no classic romantic novel
And our out of sync singing
Had us laughing
But when I took your hand the laughing stopped
For you were homeless
Living on the kindness of passerby
Yet the world was your home
You told me with a smile
A tear in your eye
I dug into my pocket and handed her a coin
A grimy, mud caked thing
I told her I sang for a careless dime
But hers was heartfelt
And when her lips pressed to mine
I finally felt whole
And when I pulled back
I wasn't the only one shining
There were lamps behind your eyes
Hidden for most of your life
Yet my smile lit them up for the first time
And gave you the strength
To see through the deepest darkness
Mushrooms
and
meadows
Sunshine
and
shadows
Gentle
ripples on
the calm
river
Foaming
rapids in
white
water
The jungle
echoes in
the semi-
darkness
while
daylight
creepy
crawlies
clear the
mess.
Peasants
seen
toiling and
pheasants
go
scratching
as I spy a cricket kinda'
somersaulting
The cactus in
imagination, the
desert's prickly
femmefatale
Elsewhere a lone fallen
leaf
floats in the canal
Prairie dogs go popping
while hares go hopping
But in town, ladies go
shopping
Swans have formed a V-
line
The flora is ooh yes
divine
and bees they form a
bee-line!
Seista seizes birdlovers
too
They miss out on the
hoopoe's
song
for the hoopoe it does
not sing
on cue
since a bird may sing
anytime
to woo
Gosh what a contrasted
medley became of the
scenery
Town and jungle, the
eve's
murk or dawn's greenery.
Ah wherever you go
nature's
so panoramic
Painters paint pictures
but God
actually created what's
picturesque!
An Ode to the Toad
Espied at first by canine friend
A lumpy toad upon the moonlit stone
Its leathery skin adorned by dewy drops
A tawny coated quivering mass
That hesitated to make the dog recede
Now wobbly upon the hand
Silent, weighty and unperturbed
It’s little eyes surveyed the world
Webbed toes remaining unconcerned
Content to stay upon the palm
Until replaced on to the path
A pause again to say farewell
Then downward leap in graceful loop
Into the soggy undergrowth
Fading blissfully amid the green
Of moist and pearly vegetation
With color of nocturnal blend
To explore the jungle of the night
Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower,
While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here .
The moon burns to ashes as the old ocean grows golden with every growing hour,
I can see a ball of fire rising from the higher mountains far from near .
Hypnotized , mesmerized are these dazzling deer's eyes,
In the woods, on the wood, sits a sparrow chirping to the hottest sun in the sky.
So soft is this ball of fur, as appealing as it is when a human lies ,
But a Grizzly, what an irony! , oh it's cuteness! , a hug and you die.
The artist might be short of the variety of paint , so he made it as green as it could be ;
Or he wasted his palette of colors on that rainbow after a pouring day.
Cotton on the land , cotton in the sky , as cottony as it could be ;
Oh yes! a sapphire , no just a crystal of snow , after getting struck by a sun ray.
A cute chameleon, changing colors, a camouflage , like a cruel human does to his pal;
and then a body wrapped in a newspaper, black and white strips eating leaves,
Oh what a beauty! , a sleeping beauty , a sloth sleeping by the Sal;
everybody wants it , but not everybody gets it , yes! this is where peace lives .
To the Jungle , yes in the wild woods , I wish I were an animal with hair and no clothes ;
'Cuz they might be naked , but they don't wear clothes of lies and hypocrisy.
Fake faulty tears and true terrible lies , they don't take false oaths ;
Yes in the forest , where peace is the emperor , there ain't absolute autocracy , painful plutocracy and devilish democracy .
I heard a distinct voice in the bowels of an Australian jungle.
Clark Gable! What? He’s been gone a long time.
I followed the voice, but alas, now I was hearing Elvis.
Singing “Love Me Tender”.
The guide had tried to stop me, but I was persistent.
So he held the tour party back until I finally returned.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
“Did you hear that?” someone else asked, in my voice.
“What is that?” I asked the tour guide.
“That is a lyrebird,” he told me. “They are great at voices.”
I did not believe him until I heard “They are great at voices,”
come out of the jungle, in his exact voice.
It only takes one bad orange
To spoil the entire basket
This is true and strange
It only takes one narcissistic nut
To burn down the whole block
Very often the bully will mock
The minority and the destitute
It takes one infected prostitute
To contaminate the whole country
This is sad, scary, and crazy.
It only takes a cretinous one
To fool the uneducated pools
To mess-up the brain of other fools
This is an unusual season
Where civility and decency
Are thrown off the balcony
Countless innocent citizens
Are hurting. This is a chaotic jungle
Where the worst, the biggest eagle
Rules like over-zealous fans.
It only takes one rotten orange
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
This is incredible, spooky and strange
It only takes one felon to corrupt the country
Our world deserve better leaders
Our world needs no hate-mongers
Our world needs no tax cheaters
Our world needs no corrupt schemers
Our world needs no nefarious actors
Our world needs no bloody monsters
Our world needs no sorry conspirators
But decent citizens and fair prosecutors
Convicted felons or criminals belong in jail
They need to be living with Satan in Hell.
It only takes one stupid slogan
To start the expulsion, the execution
The pogrom and the annihilation
Of so many good men, women, and children
Why is it so easy to do bad things?
Good deeds do not take place every day
The wise parrot no longer hums and sings
Unity. We can simply mourn and pray.
Copyright © June 2018, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
When you flew in with the fellows of the flowers-
I knew the apples and where the strawberries rang...
Every doorbell in the garden boasted the entire jungle-
And when the stalk minded every river...
You were the power to the chime!
Though we did wonder, tall as the stars-
The stuff of bells where peppers called...
Yet lonely rise the potato patch
How simply things could be-
Poppies, lillies, and the squash...
And fronds on the mic to revel in a riot-
So raving past the roots, the swing...
As sure as fire bird she dawned-
The plus as all come raise the drums...
The muddy glow as seen as law-
The rarest hat since roses bloomed...
As righteous winds of storm the tune-
A virtous wood and plains afar...
The bird of paradise claimed the floor...
And all did shake so sang some more-
The daisies danced, the pumpkins laughed...
And every zuchini with every stack-
The house was loaded with Peppermint zeal...
The whole herbal creation alighted the steal...
The best was meant to come!
If what life fetches me is fate’s domain,
How I meet it, the matter of free will,
Let me compare then Karmic Law with rain--
Rain that pours all where with impartial keel,
Nourishing seeds that to their stature grow,
And human dreams so flourish-- seeds as sown,
Weeds we pluck out and grass-grown jungle mow,
A fragrant crop, fruits of labour to own.
Errant rage rivers, we rein in the same
And an arid land by power-of-will smiles,
Forward moves a car, lateral we tame
By steering to move ahead for long miles:
Fuel fosters a forward dash-- destiny,
How power-of-will steers is no less eerie.
_______________________________
Sonnet | 18.10.2025 | destiny, fate, free will
*Reserata Carcerem XLVIII*
Sate jolting jungle 'n enclosed pen;
nosy nature's yawn gulped 'n' reeled rents,
bruised business time leases sucked spells -
apt alakazam writ ñ lone's breast.
Yore, Poseidon 'ter t' Ithaca,
skipped ñ Leviathan t' Rome's border
'n' anon t' th' jolting jungle fastened.
Ho! Rusty retina was moistened;
a haggard nymph ñ feeble fig sate -
sumptuous swell 'f breast, foiled fabrics trailed.
'wards felon fruit peered th' taunting ****,
'n' Poseidon, pious, rustic rage licked.
Hither thithered h' th' jolting jungle
'f which ere sewn sage's muse scribbled.
'20:07:17:13:22
Note:
a) of plagued pride.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sate - sat
ii) Writ - written
iii) Lone - (of place) solitary
iv) Yore - long ago
v) Anon - Immediately
vi) Hither/thither - from here/to there
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n - in
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - on
iv) 'ter - after
v) t' - to
vi) th' - the
vii) 'wards - towards
viii) 'f - of