Long Nascence Poems

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Premium Member Merry Christmas!

The world sings Your praise
Says You were born in a stable
To where a bright star showed the way
To wanderers of the desert

They sing carols and make new ones
Year after year every Christmas
All that is nice and sweet to hear
But Lord I have another reason
To sing out aloud 
The greatness of Yours

I am no Christian by birth
Neither have I lent my ears
To missionaries who preach
And invite the world to their feuding folds

My country had a leader
Whom Your life influenced
And he put what he knew of You into practice
To free us from perilous bondage
Made us truly recognize
How You chimed with our ancient nascence

He is the Father Of Our Nation
None else in the world I think
Had the strong conviction he had
That Your teachings can be PRACTISED

My country therefore owes a lot
To You, Jesus Christ,
And to You we truly belong
Oh, guide us Divine Light 
And illumine the world

Let us celebrate Christmas
To usher in an era of peace
In which the whole creation can rejoice
Unbound, without fetters and barriers
In the bosom of true Christ Consciousness
Undifferentiated Oneness


Premium Member Birthing a Sonnet

Writing my first Sonnet was like a pregnancy.
I knew I wanted to give birth to one 
and took on the parental responsibility
knowing it wouldn't... or shouldn't take nine months.
There'd been no morning sickness nausea
but there were times when I wanted to change my mind.

"Too bad, kiddo," I thought.  "You gotta see this through.
because you can't put Humpty Dumpty back inside his egg 
once the shell has cracked and broken."

Determined not to have yet another unfinished poem
take up space in a notebook, I persevered
spoiling myself with ice cream, chocolate fudge slivers,
a few cherries, and a liberal squirt of caramel sauce.  
I indulged myself with a reward after the first verse.

I've never liked dill pickles, so when I couldn't find
the right rhyming word for verse two, I didn't eat those.
Pregnancy or not, I wasn't going to suffer puckered lips
because my muse refused to be pregnant with me.
She'd have made a useless midwife anyway.
Said she'd be back when she got a birth announcement.

I suffered alone and pushed this baby out
with the same force a laborious woman uses to birth a child.
No epidural in the spine, although I did partake
in a bottle of wine during the entire nascence process.

"LOOK," I screamed. "After fourteen hours of labor
it's an eight-pound boy." 

Actually, it was more like eight hours of labor 
to deliver a fourteen-line Sonnet, and lots of anxiety.
I took comfort knowing this baby wouldn't need breast feeding.
Now that it's here, it will be reread a time or ten...
a line edited here or a tweak somewhere. 
It will be mollycoddled, burped, and pampered
but not with the naked butt baby kind.
I'll sing it to sleep when I'm the one needing a lullaby,
and I'll be glad it doesn't cry for a two am bottle.

I won't worry about it getting sick or growing up too quickly
because ten years from now it'll still be my baby.
Birthing a child is difficult work but we both survived the labor.
and my firstborn is not crumpled in a basket, lying on the floor.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Not A Recrudescence Of Racism In America

This is not a recrudescence of sexism and racism
In America or in the entire world, but rather
A continuum of malfeasance, antagonism
And hardcore cruelty of the systemic horror
That Blacks and other minorities have endured
As slaves whose future was obscured or uninsured.

From the nascence of this evil and odious society
Filthy cowboys have killed Indians and Africans selfishly
And inhumanely. Horse mounting agents or criminals
With police or law and order credentials
Hoisting or twirling whips and menacing deadly weapons
Have acted like obnoxious western movies actors or fripons.

This is not a bit surprising in this day and time
Where old images have stained their brains
Hardened their hearts made of acidic stains
And their internal organs are nothing but slime
We all have seen the racist, ugly, repugnant and grubby picture
Of these devils who blatantly violated the laws of nature
Thinking that they will get away with murder and sins again
While bragging that the innocent migrant victims are not human
They were wrong yesterday and this morning: Black Lives Matter
Haitian Lives Matter and American Indian Lives Matter
These coward cowboys will go down, as scuzzbags, in history
And they'll be punished for being cruel, aggressive and creepy.

Copyright © September 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member DARK COSMOGENESIS

Written: May 22, 2026,  

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DARK COSMOGENESIS   -:-

          primordial  
                    pall  
                            tremored  

                            turbid  
                      tendrils  
now COAGULATING IN VOID  
                                   half-remembered  

          pearlescent  
                    premonitions  
                              unlatched  
now UNVEILED IN STILLNESS  

          chiseled  
                    chthonic  
                              chromatic  

                               three-sided  
                    sigils  
as CAST IN VAPOR  

          embryonic  
                    embers  
                              unmoored  

                              sepulchral  
                     silhouettes  
as SHAPED BY SHADOW  

          sacrosanct  
                    sinews  
                              sundered  
                              spiraling  
                     sorrow  

           noctilucent  
                      nascence  
                               narrowing  
                               numinous  
                      nested  

          tandem  
                     throbs  
                               tolling  

                                efflux  
                       of  
          forgotten  
furnaces  

nimbus  
       of  
                nullity  
                         nurtured  

                        cataclysmic  
                 canticles  
          chanted  

          ashen  
                     architectures  
                                   ascendant  

                                    until—  
                     the abyss  
              itself  
      stirs  
             and names  
                           its first  
                                    light  
                                             a wound
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Premium Member Kaleidoscope Eyes

Round and round I go 
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a tender place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drips, covering my ruby lips

All colors drift
On the first day, we met
Visions of dark slate-gray fade away
Firing up the new-age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the current of air
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors 
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless tear-drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby Red promises to keep 
Flowing into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green tint 
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Honeydew skin
Our future, deeper than aquamarine 
Every day you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and effect

Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reflect by the mirrors of you
Crystallizing everything


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