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The raw delight and
wonder of an eager
child-poet lay scattered
across the floor.
A baby's coo squeals from
the aging pages babbling
forth childish nonsense while
tired cliches wind lazily through
trite rhymes lacking lyrical luster.
Still, each precious verse endears
me to the memory of a precocious
youth when poetry was simple
and an unspoiled world
lay bare age old secrets
calling out to be discovered.
Author's commentary:
I don't remember what inspired me to write my first poems, but there was always something about
language. Something profound, something powerful, something pure.
I had no natural talent, and thankfully I didn't know it for I might have given up.
But eventually, and by sheer accident, I pieced together something that worked proving
poetry is not reserved solely for those with the predisposition but is also born of
passion, study, and discipline.
It was 15 years of frustration and tears as poem after bad poem was ripped to shreds by
seasoned writers with invaluable, albeit sometimes harsh, advice before I created anything
worthy of being read. But I am in love with poetic art so have persevered with humility
and gratitude in the face of rejection until finding a rhythm of my own. And though a bit
of time may sometimes pass before I am moved to write again, the words eventually spill
forth, and with a bit of luck and ingenuity, I will write a profound piece of insightful
prose stirring pride in the hearts of my mentors whose opinions I hold so dear.
For me, it has never come easy but with a deep-rooted love for the art and an obsession
for one day authoring a single, perfect verse, I hope to be unified in spirit with the
ghosts of poets past inspiring and encouraging others to keep the craft alive.
The wonders of the world,
The clouds barrel into the pools of blue, crashing into golden sunlight streaks piercing through the sky,
A canvas of colour full of shades you cannot clarify,
As it floats by just above the likes of you and I,
Perched on a grand oak tree the birds soulfully sing,
Chirping a conversation, to us its a tweeting tune and the flapping of a wing,
The squirrels soon notice me,
As they scurry away up the Acorn tree, Watching and waiting from a bountiful beautiful branch,
Until it's safe to come thundering down the tree trunk,
To continue filling up their cheeks and arms,
The bunnies bashful and shy bolt for the bushes in the blink of an eye,
Unlike the bold butterflies that flutter brazenly through the skies,
Despite being delicate delights, full of vivid colours brightening up the sky, Just like fire flies burning bright in the nights eye,
The Lakes shimmer glistening in the rays of sunlight,
With a solid stillness that's glass like, Until a single ripples ride causes the surface and dark depths to collide,
We will never behold the secrets the dark depths haven't told,
Up above the geese are gathering getting ready for a good gaggling or perhaps they're giggling,
One things for sure they are certainly chitter chattering
The swans slide in silence paired with pure panache,
They are the Royalty of the water praised, poised and posh,
Ruling with regality and gracility and conduct,
Often looking down their elegant elongated necks,
At the peasant quarrelsome quacking ducks,
With utter distaste and disgust,
Flashes of yellow from Spring daffs sway away,
Dancing in the Whispers of the winds, a beautiful array
Petals from the Violets and bluebells amongst the lavender fields enhance what the emblazon earth's birthed,
The bees buzz in between the Floral display,
The nectar is their nicotine a bouquet buffet,
What wonders our world has to behold from for us to nurture,
The Creator blessed us not only with nature,
But every Acre each creature from the Grand Canyon a magnificent crater, to the Icelandics glistening glacier, everything is a fantastic feature,
We are blessed, to walk amongst the wonders of this world.
Jesus is calling come my people come for the Kingdom of God is at hand.
Arise out of your spiritual graves, look into me and make a stand.
There was a Super-natural move of God. When He parted the Red Sea giving Moses the self- assurance of power to stretch forth his rod.
These signs will be accompanied by those who have the faith to believe.
Somethings are only caught than taught then you can abundantly receive.
Miracles just don’t happen you have to expect. Be open, and flexible, don’t limit Him using your own intellect.
Run fast into the Presence of your Lord and Savior, trust in the Heavenly Father embrace the one you love.
Through the Holy Spirit He will have the readiness to supply provision that only comes from above.
We are like Paul prisoners of Jesus Christ. The "Perfect Sacrifice" has complete ownership there was an ultimate price.
First you must get ahold of the Kings of Kings and Lord of Lords, and love Him with a perfect heart and all you might.
The "Blessed One" will anoint your eyes with eye-salve that you may me. Laying before Him seeking His face stretched out that is the Supreme key.
Attention: An urgent call for action has gone out. There is a wide – ranging noise in the Spirit, the grounds are beginning to tremble, and shake, the heavens are getting excited, a greater pulling away to get alone with the Lord.
Groundwork, preparation, foundational truths, a greater dying out of the flesh
It's all for the God's Glory. This train is about to pull off "All Aboard."
Get ready for the signs and wonders and miracles. This loud noise is the
Holy Spirit it’s
Sounds - (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
OF
“Rival"
Behold this is a dawning of a new day. Surrender your all to the Lord allow Him to have His way.
A very important yet dynamic shift is about to occur great multitudes will be affected it’s about to take place.
Don't get ahead Him allow the Holy Spirit to secure your pace.
Set down your pride, all your rights, pre-concede thoughts humble self-put it all at the feet of Jesus and bow.
This super-natural move of God you do not want to miss so come.
"The Time is Now"
"The Time is Now"
You can’t understand, can’t, a heart, a soul, a life
Feel, feel, I feel, just the time, crime, delete everything
Yes. My feeling is yours, and from you, hmm, will kill you
Yeah. Loved you, my love. I needed to give you. Demon heart
Needed just love, I hoped your heart, for love, a new beginning
You can’t feel my suffering, my tears, my heart beating, my cloudy air
But, I know, it’s my mistake to know you
Loving you, loving you…
My natural person
And the living ego. Will be super. For you, the feeling in your heart
Wants your life to give new life, lives, just be my super kind. Demonic life
Oh, I can’t confess, oh beautiful lady. But you know. English woman. I loved
You.
This is my confession and sin. The love. Against you.
No more, no more, no more…
No more. No. Your love
My pure heart needed
Suffering, suffering…
Still talking to you
Please, respect my remaining life
Loved you, diamond dust
Just. Nothing else
Stop my heart
Take
The feeling
Of a soul
Dead heart
But
Open
Forever
Time
Nothing
Feeling
Down by the river a willow tree grows;
osiers sway gently as autumn breeze blows;
under its branches in peaceful repose,
lying on blanket with my sweetest Rose.
Watching the Martins soar high in the sky;
puffy white clouds that are drifting on by;
living the easy life nothing awry,
passing the day on a natural high.
Afternoon breeze gently blows through her hair;
green are her eyes and her cheeks soft and fair.
Whispers of love with each other we share;
tempting our passions this autumn affair.
Kisses that graciously dance ‘cross her lips;
pondering passions as our hearts eclipse.
Hands reaching gently encircle my hips;
pulling me closer, we’re losing our grips.
Hearts beating quickly too rapid to speak;
coming together as our passions peak;
lying on blanket so spent and so weak
‘neath the old willow tree down by the creek.
September 8, 2018
Summer is here - how I love this time of year! My garden’s filled with sweet scented wallflowers and pretty pansies. Vibrant butterflies are flitting from flower to flower and bees are busy buzzing, pollinating the xanthic melon and courgette flowers. Purple and pink petunias are cascading like a colourful waterfall from two wall baskets. I grab my gardening gloves and set to work with my red watering can giving the parched flowers a much needed drink. Using my garden kneeler is a blessing as I find weeding the fruit and vegetable patches is such backbreaking work!. As I'm weeding I listen to a blackbird singing sweetly as she bathes in the bird bath. I can't help smiling as a friendly robin redbreast flutters down next to me, pecking at caterpillars which are chomping away at the foliage. The summer sun is beating down and I am feeling exhausted, so it's time to sit in a deckchair and relax with a cooling drink, enjoying the natural beauty that surrounds me.
scarlet strawberries
ripe and ready for picking
scarecrow waves straw arms
Haibun contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
Entered into Favourite Poem of June 2018
Sponsored by Dear heart a.k.a Broken Wings
There is a good deal of poetic licence in the poem!
6/8/18
The whole world is super hopped up about the New Year
Each divinely guided year. In this atmosphere
There are countless unattainable resolutions
The world is marked with by passion and stunning emotions
Some are in a gleeful mood, and others are wiping away tears
Of happiness, tears of skepticism, tears of fear
And tears of compassion. A new year is no laughing
Matter. Everybody’s hope is on Everest and climbing
Yet it is always a time to express true love, to pray and to honor
The Almighty Providence more, more and more
This is a new year to show mutual respect, to love each other
And to tolerate each other more, more and more
The feelings must be genuine. Let’s join a new crew
Let’s behave better and more humane. God loves you
And me. God loves our beautiful and natural shade
This is a brand new year. You and I are newly made
We can do better. We can improve. We can be better
Now is the year. Let’s behave humanely better.
P.S. This is a newly revised poem. Let’s see if you can find the difference
In my works. My very best wishes to you! Good or bad comments are welcome.
This is a new year. Happy New Year to All! Thank you!
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Meditate upon the natural order of things. When you go outside yourself, take the mossy path of consciousness over to the waters edge and drink.
Refresh from its wonders and it will give you more then mere matter . Dip in its joyful splash, soak in its contentment, wash in its delirium and it shall be yours;
THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
WASN'T PUT THERE TO STAY
JOY ISN'T JOY UNTIL
YOU GIVE IT AWAY*
Joy is built on gratefulness, awareness, and kindness. When you realize the value of JOY, it will never be undersold, underrated , nor given away easily. Don't let others define what joy is and is not for you. Some find it as easily as breathing while others never find it at all. Lost in their own conditions, they never do.
If worries arrive at your door, take a look at them but don't let them live there too long, Don't let them destroy your serenity and peaceful state of mind. Carry Joy in your heart and don't let the world tear it apart. Its yours*
JOY IS THE CONTINUUM
OF A CONTENTED LIFE
ALWAYS PARE IT GENTLY
AWAY FROM STRIFE
meditate upon the natural order of things when you go outside yourself, and if you do you will always find "JOY" Inside your deepest self.
A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where the plantation and other young person maintain
social structural their heritage and are managed,
at least temporarily.
It is expected some watching while a few others
all over one maintains their feelings, facial composure.
Being natural, the dependence of many more of the same
but different shapes to the feature of the old forest.
Some salamanders are short thick headed and round.
It lived and died inside, the wooden cavity of the oak.
Others with heads to huge were lowered deeper inside.
Before, perhaps, it's empty when full catching breath because
of the heritage which remains there it is there rooted mainly.
Living with a four-year-old dictator
I had forgotten how it feels
For my own youngest is forty; but now I remember.
He will not let me trim a bush
That hits him in the face as he comes off a slide.
“I like it, grandma!” he protests.
He stops singing when I mention how cute it sounds.
All of the outside chairs have been moved and stacked,
Under the sand pile, their legs sticking out in various angles.
The mulch I put out an hour before he came
Has now been dug up and transplanted.
And not by a groundhog.
“I am not your best friend!” he cries out
Whenever I give him any kind of redirection
As he knows it is non-negotiable
I just got it again
After refusing to retrieve the ball he kicked
Into the back forty for the hundred and twelfth time.
In another thirty-six years I will probably
Be happily watching this natural athlete’s
Son or daughter kick a ball into the back forty
If I know me, I will also be retrieving it.