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-- Just a bit of silliness --
"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
---- Daumier
39 & 1/2 days had passed;
the rain had lessened.
Noah, grungy and grumpy,
paced the wet deck
like a caged Lion of Judah.
Reading the Odyssey by blubber-light,
Jonah, a free-thinker, cruised
in his whale below; he marveled,
captainishly, carefully pronouncing
the unfamiliar Greek, an uninvented
tongue he couldn't speak.
Ham, an adherent to all the dietary
restrictions, was relieved
at the journey's almost-close.
Consultation of the Holy Books
had proved he wasn't kosher
and, therefore, could not be served.
Still, Shem and Japhet eyed him oddly.
They had a lean and hungry look.
The wives, sensible lot,
cleaned the kennels, did the chores
and tried to keep an even keel
in the anachronistic mess.
They drifted onward,
tired of fishing fruitless waters,
doubtful now of being made
fishers of men.
All things considered, it was
a perfectly normal situation:
men were mystics
and women staid and sturdy workers.
And yet, Ararat, still beneath the waters,
may not have been the only futuristic
structure in this grey, flat
seascape.
I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.
Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I made within my short stay
Forever impact upon my life the same sweet way?
I miss you Moi University my alma mater,
Moi University, the place I gathered vast knowledge,
The place I discovered the meaning of great learning.
There, a piece of my soul dwells.
Few such hospitable places a mortal rarely finds,
And its breeze elsewhere you never can chance;
The beautiful geishas that roam your streets,
The bearded scholars that walk your corridors,
The spectacular scenery, the gorgeous neighborhoods;
All these and more I shall forever miss!
I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.
Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I made within my short stay
Forever impact upon my life the same sweet way?
I miss you Moi University my alma mater,
Moi University, the place I gathered vast knowledge,
The place I discovered the meaning of great learning.
There, a piece of my soul dwells.
Few such hospitable places a mortal rarely finds,
And its breeze elsewhere you never can chance;
The beautiful geishas that roam your streets,
The bearded scholars that walk your corridors,
The spectacular scenery, the gorgeous neighborhoods;
All these and more I shall forever miss!
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux t'aimer en retour.
Aime-moi maintenant quand, à vœux
Je peux allumer et éteindre le feu.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que, encore
Je peux facilement expirer, inspirer et respirer.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux mirer clairement ta beauté.
N'attends pas demain ou un autre jour,
Quand je ne peux plus voir l'arc-en-ciel transitoire,
Quand je ne peux plus marcher seul sur le trottoir,
Et quand je ne peux pas sentir la fraîcheur du matin.
N’aime-moi pas seulement le jour de la Saint-Valentin,
Mais aussi quand je m'égare par erreur comme un pantin.
Aime-moi maintenant ou jamais,
Ainsi je peux rester béni et chançard pour toujours.
Peu importe l’état de mon esprit ou de mon humour,
N'arrête pas d'être docile et mignarde
A mon âme, à mon cœur,
Et à mon corps, avant que je démarre.
Copyright © Février 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Diner Pour Deaux Moi et Toi
(Dinner For Two Me and You)
I've laid a quilt on this stretch of beach,
the place where our romance had its start.
Where one night, I took your offered hand
The night I gave you my hand and heart.
Soft light from candles in lanterns on the ground.
Two glasses for the aperitif I'm about to pour.
We sip and gaze into each other's hungry eyes.
As rhythmic sounds of waves crash on the shore.
I've set the stage with the intent of seduction.
Let's start our late night feast with finger food.
Grapes I've peeled, and brie, our appe(teasers).
Sparkling white wine should add to the mood.
We'll share a cold crisp cucumber salad
With a light dressing made with mint.
I've kept it chilled just the way you like
In the hope you're getting the hint.
I've delicious little roast beef sandwiches
To place upon your tongue with my fingers
There's no need to hurry, my darling.
Love and dinner will be sweeter if we linger.
Is there room for my French apple pie,
topped with globs of cold whipped cream?
From the look I see in your green eyes,
You've caught on to my romantic scheme.
Let's take a walk behind the moonlit dunes
I've the notion we're ready for a little flirt
We won't be taking home the leftovers.
We'll have each other as tonight's dessert.
November 2, 2015
Ecoute moi
People I will live
I will be always there for you
Ecoute moi
We are very close friend
For a long time now
Ecoute moi
I am always praying friend
Every single night for you
Because you have
Begged me to pray for you
And I don't forget
Every single night
To pray to you
Ecoute moi
This summer is a hot one
I have a couple of fans
Blowing air in my bedroom
Ecoute moi
Tonight, I sleep on my t-shirt
And underwear
Ecoute moi
Tonight is almost over
And soon
The new day will be here
For us
Ecoute moi
I will sleep in during the morning
Because I am still very tired
Don't worry friend
Because I will be up at noon
Ecoute moi
Today I will continue
Working for my Father
For a few hours
Ecoute moi
I went trough
Rough times in my life
It is not a joke
I am being serious with you
Friend
Ecoute moi
I am glad I have a friend
Like you in my life
Ecoute moi
My friend what I tell you
Is in confidence
It stays here
Inside my house
I don't want you to spell the beans
To anyone else
Ecoute moi
I have my feelings
That my Father gave to me
When he made me
Many years ago
Ecoute moi
Friend, I get along with people
Just fine
I also accept people the
Way they are
I am not asking people
To change just to please me
Ecoute moi
Friend I am not jealous of you
Because the things you have
Belongs to you
And I don't need anything that
Belongs to you
Friend I am telling you the truth
I could feel it building before she even spoke. The pressure in the air, the deep regret. I recognize the look, the shift. It’s strange how familiar it feels. How easily my heart plummets to the floor. How loud the silence grows before everything shatters.
I spend most of my days translating, reading her tone like the weather. I rearrange my thoughts before they reach her, as if one wrong word might detonate the world.
What am I supposed to say when she asks if it’s normal, if the anger is justified? Admit that I flinch sometimes? Admit that I hear my father, incalculable and groundless? No, she’s not asking for the truth; she’s asking to be soothed for what she’s done.
Then comes the warmth, the soft embrace, the breakfast in bed. So I forgive her again, watching her form a trashy mosaic from what’s left of me, my pieces pressed together with cheap glue that never really holds.
It’s not all bad. There are still mornings that feel safe. I stay for those small reprieves, the moments she’s gentle enough to make me question my own memory. I stay to hear her whisper reste avec moi, but I’m not sure I understand the language anymore.
A quiet voice asks if I should go. Give up justifying the cage she’s put me in. Give up waiting for the love she’s saving for someone else. But I’ll stay, if just for the strange comfort of familiarity.
Remember when the night was our's, we'd talk till it got light,
with just a look and not a word we'd know we were alright,
unspoken was our passion, we just knew that it was there,
and if no one else could see this love, we did'nt really care,
we danced when the music finished playing,
and we sang a different song, the world heard another melody,
we heard our unique love song,
"Se souvenir de moi"
Remember when we walked and we did not walk too far,
you were so excited when you spied that shooting star,
you were so insistent, on that star I made a wish,
I knew exactly what it was,
and so I whispered this...,
"Se souvenir de moi"
Remember me forever, when time stops and I must leave,
and those eyes that shined with so much love,
will shine still, through the tears,
yesterdays are memories,
whilst tomorrows yet unknown,
the reaper comes to harvest from the seeds of which we've sown.
when my final words are spoken, the last you ever hear from me,
remember me my darling, I'll never be too far
upon the breeze that catches you, I say...
"Se souvenir de moi"
Form:
C’est derrière moi
j’aurais pu
être plus gentille
possiblement
j’aurais pu
réagir avec plus de délicatesse
j’aurais pu
possiblement
fléchir à tes caprices
être plus sympathique
j’aurais pu
j’aurais dû
peut-être
mais quelle espèce d’ami as-tu été
quand tu t’amusais à tordre tout
tu interprétais tout croche
mes mots mes regards mes opinions
aucune chance de m’expliquer
bien au contraire si froid
tout noir ou blanc sans compromis
le dialogue inexistant
la porte fermée à toute discussion
juge et jury
grossier et vulgaire
tout simplement
sec et superficiel
rigide et arrogant
rien de moins qu’un abruti
vraiment
j’ai de moins en moins de temps
pour les gens artificiels
Translated from my poem BURNT BRIDGES
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Follow me and together we'll go
Over the mountains, to romance the snow
Ride a gondola lift to the great Matterhorn
Alsace-Lorraine to Château de Landskron
Love in the Alps on the French side of town
Lifted to heights, we won't want to come down
You'll feast on sweet crepes on Champs Elysees
Or take in an opera or the Paris Ballet
Under the snow moon I'd profess my love
Give you thousands of kisses and millions of hugs
I love you, I'll tell you again and again
Volumes of romance but I've reached the
End