Long Lees Poems
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Feelings of my heart, pouring like a foss
To the queen goddess of Pothos and Himeros
Before her alluring reflection I’m nak’d
My bones, flesh consum’d and spirit possess’d
With a fuddled heart fallen out of ease
Drunk of love like palm wine to the lees.
Omosi, pretty woman, daughter of Anwu
Me, none of the women of all climes do
Make sojourn ten seas and vales by heart
In one day and yet not a single step far,
The mystery of your nature to know
If beauty a mask worn and love a shadow.
What’s this desire for her that’s prisoned me
That bitter herbs turned sweet honey?
Her whisper is music divine that diminishes
A host of Angels echoing Gloria in Excelsis;
Her embrace’s elixir for life’s incubuses
And I’d forget my worries in her embraces.
Sweet love, sweet sweet love making
The body swings, the heart ever longing
To eat of her forbidden fruit and so
Be drown in sensation as deep as the Congo
That ever more takes freedom and innocence
From me and leaves a heavy heart thence.
Is’t by fate my heart be ever restless
For her? Or predestined to be I guess.
Though beauty fleets, love an illusion pass
And the acid test of time makes her carcass
She’ll rouse my heart and my manhood too
To refute the norm that makes a taboo.
She’s my heart made to be ever forlorn
To our love that’s worn a crown of thorn
By them who never know or can tell
That the pangs of being denied love is hell
With consuming regret, desire and endless sigh
And that’s all there’s, nothing else beside!
The dungarees I used to wear
Were Levis, Wranglers, Lees;
There were no upscale denims then,
With fancy pedigrees.
They hugged my hips and fit real snug,
With bottoms flared like bells.
I wore them ‘til the hems were frayed
And then said my farewells.
Today I cleaned a closet, finding
Jeans in every shade –
Light ones, stonewashed, dusky blue,
Enough for a parade.
Some are baggy, others tight;
Most have legs quite straight.
Several hit the thrift store pile,
Sorely out of date.
As I tried them on, I thought,
I wish that I had kept
Just one old pair of dungarees
From days gone by, except…
You cannot resurrect the past,
So what would be my goal?
The girl who wore those Levis out
Was strictly rock and roll.
I still love rock but also jazz
And Mozart, I admit;
And sad to say, my current jeans
Seem like a better fit.
Once,
I saw rainbows
Across the tear washed sky,
Their iridescent gleam
Slanting down on the waters below,
Buds burgeoning on every branch,
Flowers opening their delicate folds,
And summer bees spiraling around
Gathering nectar for frosty days.
All in partial haze….
Saw radiant smiles gleaming past,
Angelic babes’ innocent face.
Men toiling from dawn to dusk,
Going about their lives’ odyssey.
Nature posing from time to time,
In silken green, amber gold
And in dazzling white.
But...
All in partial haze!
Everything fleeted past,
As through the window,
Of a speeding train.
Neither did they linger long
Nor were they daubed bright
In paints indelible on my mind’s canvas
To call them back to mind at will.
Leaving no impressions, they flashed past
Never evoking thoughts of gratitude
I lived my life in acute haste.
Colors, shades, and myriad scenes
Passed me by as common sight
But now with a heavy mist,
About to block my eyesight completely out
And an inexorable darkness
Hovering over me like a shroud,
That might plunge me into darkness
I regret all that I have missed seeing
I resolve now to pause and see all that is lovely,
Graciously created for man to enjoy.
Suck in the delicious ambrosia to the lees,
Thanking God as if I won’t get another chance!
Dec.31.2022
~ Placed Second~
Then and Now Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
Race is to describe what fills up the space
It is a trivially descriptive and unstable concept
Like water, liquid or gas with no obvious context
The human race is synonymous with humanity
Which makes a lot of sense, but unfortunately
Witless people who talk crabs and craps tend to misuse
This four-letter word with bias, single-mindedness and hubris
It is basically grouping what one presumes, envisions or sees
Race means nothing, lees, dregs and slags with no sound gist
Fill in the blank, if you can
As we all know, first God created one man and one woman
I wonder who would disagree with this assessment
For procreation’s sake that a man and a woman
Form a couple to make babies or infants
Race means species. How many species did God conceive?
The Almighty Providence created Adam and Eve
I feel strongly that God solely cares about one race
The only one that he created in the Garden
On Earth was born somewhere in Africa
Like it or not, we are descendants of two Africans
I dare anybody to prove that I am incorrect or false
Next time somebody mentions or talks about race
Feel free to laugh as loud as one can in this person’s face
Real history is full of stories, theories, jokes, lies, guesses and farces
Nowadays in order to be politically correct, ‘men’ in plural, one would say
A man and a woman. Amen! We also know that ‘men’ love to divide
To conquer, to lie, to cheat, to invent and to betray with false pride
Keep on thinking deep! Let’s not stop until we comprehend the nonsense
Around you and me (humanity). Let’s protect the human race
Let’s not dissect and divide humanity, by inventing more races
In the wind, under the sun, the moon and the stars
Did God create many groups or species?
Let’s think deep, deep about the human race.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Salem - madame - had them ... sweet
Blackbirds - quack burns - slackers ... treat
Even - live-in' - Stephen ... King
Neighbor - favor - savor ... -ring
Nil clue - few knew - male grew ... Maine
Hairy - bury - scary ... sane
Fanners - manners - than hers ... please
Liner - minor - sign her ... Lees
Turned 'round - looked down - and found ... name
Schuyler - mother - found her ... fame
Missy? - Sissy! - Where's she! ... Cal?
Long drive - survive - take -five ... well!
Today - birthday - No Way! ... Show's!
Outside - had cried - Lynx eyed ... probes
Madame - pardonne - must go ... Ciao
Mister! - Sister? - That's her? ... Wow!
"Broken families beget culprits, and late remorse can never set things right"
~ By Poet.
Scenes reel back casting dark shadows,
Of the fated day I had to leave my home,
Handcuffed and guarded by cops on either side,
Despised by all as one so loathsome.
I had in me, then the heart of stone
All I could think of was my own gain.
Thoroughly swept by the rip - tide of illusion,
I had no regard for another's pain.
‘Drink life to the lees' was my credo,
So, I gambled to make a hoard of money.
Drugs and dopes gave me instant delight.
Initially my days were all too sunny.
But suddenly life derailed from its track
My wallet was like a leaking tank.
All its contents drained out in no time.
Gradually into dejection and despair, I sank.
Eliminated from life by my own misdeeds,
Weary of mind from stress and strife,
Hate grew and hardened within me as a rock.
Once I ripped my rival with a knife.
Convicted and caught red handed,
I ended up in this cheerless cell.
Within these dank forlorn walls,
I shrink like an oyster in its shell.
Everything here is dusty and rusty.
To get some peace as I attempt to sleep,
Marauding thoughts invade my brain.
Like a line of red ants, they listlessly creep.
In my ears fall the sobs of my loving mother,
Now in dumps, orphaned by her drunken husband,
I could never love my father, a true rascal
But I feel heartbroken as I think of my mother so abandoned
I sailed the seas and took my ease
and spent my share of silver:
embraced the breeze and drank the lees,
from Malta to Manilva.
Audaciously I might opine
that silver has no worth:
for feckless metal cannot shine
when buried in the earth.
A drunkard’s words are juvenile,
a hymn to heathen Horus:
what’s past’s too vast to reconcile:
our chorus lies before us.
You’d use a knife to cut a knot?
You’ll also need a whetter.
so slip some humour in the slot:
you’ll find it slices better!
Though sprinkled daisies may disarm
as well as mighty cedars,
the humble poet yet may charm
his few discerning readers.
I’m glad I’m poorer than a monk,
and not a millionaire:
no hemlock brew was ever drunk
from cups of earthenware.
They all go off to college, where,
like countless grains of rice,
they think to get some knowledge there,
yet bridle at the price.
“Why sing with irony?”, you ask:
see where mankind has got to!
I deem it, when I mull my task,
beyond my powers not to!
I find no lack of living-room
beneath the spreading sky:
the best of me escapes the tomb:
I shall not wholly die.
No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
I'll shed no more tears,
Banish all my fears,
To become purified,
No more feel petrified.
No more will I let life freeze;
I'll enjoy life up to its lowest lees.
I may be wrong; I may be right;
No more indulge sheer sham fright.
There is just one life for living;
Don't waste it with flattering craving.
Love life more, love it even more;
Such love will balm your every sore.
The truth will surely come to light;
Each thing'll be revealed extra-bright.
What we try to hide,
May flow free like tide;
What we try to bring to light,
May be murky like the night.
MY PLEA - a Tennyson Phrasis
By this still hearth I will drink
life to the lees.Much I have
known and seen..myself not least.
I am part of all that I have met,
yet how dull it is to pause to make
an end without this plea to thee.
From the eternal silence,something more..
a bringer of new things beyond the
utmost bound of human thought.
Come my friends,strive and find,'tis not
too late o seek a newer world.
A Christian Evangelical Phrasis inspired by some words in Ulyses by Tennyson
A Phrasis is a structured prose verse collaboration where the poet uses selected phrases of another writer’s (out of copyright) words to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,(the word phrasis is Greek for phrase). x
You may hear me recite this phrasis and much of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
" Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world different from the existing one where all disparities will be leveled and happiness and freedom are made the birthright of all? Now such a world is enshrouded in mist. But who can say it won't emerge suddenly from the blue in some distant future"- By Poet
Though, utopia is merely an illusion,
Or a chimera born in the womb of our whims,
I shall take you to a near-utopian land,
Where, peace and beauty blossom like the cherry in spring
And trees grow like the cedars of Lebanon.
Come on, my Love! Let us move to that land,
Where the sun resurrects anew,
Where darkness gives way to light,
And life renews itself every morning.
It is our dreamland paradise or interim utopia.
Let us go into that Garden of Delight.
Look to the East, my love, beyond those crooked hills,
Where poplars grow tall in line
And a gentle breeze susurrates through the foliage of leaves
And wild weeds hem the edges of pathways,
Where bunnies and squirrels hop and jump
And run around whistling bamboo reeds,
Where the laughing cataract leaps down from the rocks
And flow along in silvery rills
Where the languorous breeze plays upon the leaves.
This place has all the beauty and bliss of utopia.
Away from the tumult, far from the bustling crowd
With the pandemonium of the world hushed to serene silence
Let us walk together to that sequestered glade,
Where we shall sit by the side of a rustling stream
And dance across the flowery meadows.
In this place of perennial greenery and sunlit groves
We shall walk hands locked and hearts singing as one,
Till the bright day gives way to a dusky night,
Inhaling night air in scented perfume.
Under the stillness of a star-spangled sky, we shall roam,
Through moon-blanched woods, enigmatic and mysterious
Listening to the sweet whisperings of our soul
And ‘drinking life to the lees’ from the chalice of love
Oh! Come on, let us not tarry….
Let’s move fast to that Utopia!