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The Doors of perception
maverick swinging carefree
to billboard hits in
rock’s american counterculture
face of the sixties
vocalist Jim Morrison
steering to the pulse of free love
in the heat of Los Angeles
riders on the storm
Loving madly an L.A. woman
parading Gloria absolutely live
rocking to roadhouse blues
in front of the Morrison Hotel
forever longing for the sun
he’d say to touch me and light my fire
People are strange
fame and money
up in flames
it’s a shame
gone in a flash
Booze and partying
taken too far
age twenty seven
life of a rock star
No one here gets out alive
like so many others
joined the 27 Club
buried now in northeastern Paris
true to his own spirit
where he belongs
in the Poets’ Corner
Read on air by invitation ~ July 10, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 28, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
I live in a rose-tinted town
bowing mainly to White Western skies
bleached of blue blooded color
but also of dire Eastern dawns
with smoky red skies,
warning farmers and gardeners
taking and giving nutritional cover
under bad-blooded weather
on our way to further apart.
I live in a NorthEastern place
replete with geriatric grace
yet less mindful of holistic medicines
less conscious through holy meditations
less green ecoschool wholesome
with cooperative administrations
of home
and families
and neighborhoods
as wholesome 7-Generation multihoods.
I live in a public space
directed by private embrace
toward trusting love of all four dimensions
all eight lifetime resurrections
From infant to WinWin child,
child to WinLose pre-teen,
pubescent to late adolescent,
where U.S. culture seems LeftBrain stuck
between delayed adolescents and too young adults,
young adults toward mature WinWin multiculturists,
voters listening to WiseElder leaders,
WiseElder leaders
longing to conjoin CoMessiahs
and Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors
and PolyCulturing Yogis
and MultiCulturing EarthScientists
and PolyPhonically inclined EarthArtists
and PolyPathic EarthEducators
and EarthFirst Mentors.
Researchers and Designers
of full-octaved trust,
if for no positively healthy reason,
to avoid hatreds of anti-trust
and ambivalent angers
seeking secular mistrust
and equivalent fears
finding infinite misery
pathologies.
I live in a rose-scented town
where three polluted rivers conjoin
worshipped by LastNative gamblers
reweaving our vapid ritual bows
within all four fractal revolving directions.
I live in a rose-fading town
aging while watching southwestern drought,
at risk of growing Eastern coastal
as Northern blizzards of chaos
compete with Southern hurricanes and tornadoes
of flooding tsunamic competing complexity.
I live in a rose memory town
filled with ghosts of LeftBrain dominant climatic pathology
rising up to restore RightBrain with Left
peace from within,
settling down to withstand
capital punishments
ego-justified retributions
without rose-tinted restorative glasses.
To hovel me in your zareba is your intention
“For safety, to protect, truly for protection.”
Transparent lies I can clearly see through
And my resolve is a monolith to see my dream come true.
I will not cave, Complacency, not even to you.
Bribe me, offer small bounty, no good will it do.
For beyond you, I’ve an admirable dream or two.
And they will rise, be relevant and real, and profitable too.
In a time and a half, when this term ends,
I will be a nurse for a bit, and then it depends.
A small café, seating between twenty and ten,
I will run with, hopefully, a wife and a friend.
As the business rises and itself sustains
The hope is to gift my child café.
Then off will I be to try it again.
But stateside, no, rather northeastern Spain.
Those who oppose my dream, from me flee.
You may hovel in your zareba, but it shan’t hold me.
I declare, this is a plan, not a dream, and real it will be.
2-21-2014
Nestled in the hills of the northeastern plain
live the humblest people on earth
They're the neighborly folk of Modesty, Maine
plain-speaking and modest from birth
Every year in cold mid-December
the Humble Trophy is bestowed Friday night
As far back as the townsfolk remember
it has been handed to John K. Contrite
Mr. Contrite, upon receiving the prize
always bows, blushes and pleads, you're too kind
I'm sure, my dear friends, you realize
much humbler folks you surely can find
It's the twentieth annual Humble Award presentation
Everyone assumes Mr. Contrite will win
but to thunderous applause and grand excitation
the mayor presents it to Julia-Anne Schwinn
Miss Schwinn is the town's first grade teacher
always kind, mild mannered and sweet
Some call her Modesty's finest feature
so supportive and ever discrete
It is my award, Mr. Contrite screams out
I should win every time, don't you see?
Is it not clear, beyond anyone's doubt
I am the king of humility?
Miss Schwinn shouts back to Mr. Contrite
This trophy with me will stay!
You're nobody now. Just leave, goodnight!
They'll build a modesty statue to me one day!
Nestled in the hills of the northeastern plain
live the humblest people on earth
They're the neighborly folks of Modesty, Maine
plain speaking and modest from birth
The things that await us just Right ‘Round the Bend;
A mighty adventure’s about to begin.
With Grizzly beside us, we’re soon out the door.
The woods, they are calling; there’s much to explore!
An overland trek to the northeastern pole,
Or to climb a great hill, or dig a deep hole!
The lizards await us, and turtles and frogs,
We’ll flip over boulders and look under logs.
Perhaps if we’re lucky, we’ll find us a snake;
We’ll leave him alone if his rattle does shake!
We’ll take off our shoes, and we’ll splash in the creek;
We’ll pack in provisions, enough for a week!
We’ll have a grand picnic, we’ll lay out a spread,
And no one will notice the dirt in the bread.
We’ll launch a high kite in a warm summer breeze,
Or lie on our backs in the shade of the trees.
We'll keep watch for dragons, it's hard, but we'll try,
'Cuz some times you spot 'em in clouds way up high.
We’ll find us some mud we can squish through our toes;
We’ll get downright filthy and mess up our clothes!
There’s so much to do there just Right ‘Round the Bend;
Gadzooks! Where’d the day go? It’s come to an end.
Big Daddy’s in trouble; he’s brought you home late.
Too tired to eat, you’re asleep at the plate!
So off to the showers, with nary a peep,
Pajamas half on, in the bed, fast asleep!
But what’s best of all about Right ‘Round the Bend
Is when we wake up, we can do it again!
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One of my first poems for my grandkids...
In New York, New Jersey, one can really feel a change
In the climate: the coming of spring, a new season.
The sun is shining more; the days are longer for a good reason.
The trees slowly start blooming; one feels a little strange,
Witnessing the pirouettes of the giant flies in the air.
It is like a circus, the birds are singing, the bees buzzing,
And the spiders doing their acrobatic moves. The toddlers dare
To leave their heavy jackets or coats indoor. Spring, spring,
Sweet spring is here. It is a spectacular show of luscious flowers.
The neighbors are mowing their lawns, so the April showers
Can wash away the salt and the frost off the grass.
There are more visitors in the parks and the elders return to mass.
Spring is a florally joyful season in the northeastern states.
There is a picnic in the park this afternoon; bring your plates,
And your cups. We’re going to have a blast; we’re going to have fun.
Spring is in the air, let‘s enjoy the cool rays of the sun.
Copyright April 1st, 2013, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Millions and millions of bricks
Tons and tons of concrete
Lord only knows how many panes of glass
Granite, Marble, and cobblestone too
Build a city strong, steeped in history
The Adams, Otis, Hancock, and Revere
Tea parties, massacres and lanterns that hung
Swan boats, ducklings, with duck boats to boot
Hatch shell, commons and a Garden with parquet
Green Monsters, leprechauns and Pops play grand
West End, North End, Southie and Back Bay
Chinatown, Beacon Hill and Government Center
South Station, North Station, M. T. A.
Red line, Green line, Orange and Blue
You may find Charlie still riding too
Baked beans, chowder and don’t forget scrod
Lobster, cannoli’s, haddock and cod
Brown bread, beer, oysters and cream pie
Corned beef and cabbage with blarney a’plenty
Fenway Franks, Hoodie Cups, whoopie pies with Dunks
Marathon, Head of the Charles, and St. Paddy’s day parade
Bunker Hill, Faneuil Hall, the old’s North Church and Ironsides
Streets Beacon and Boylston, Avenues Commonwealth and Mass
Northeastern, Tufts, along with the Boston’s College and University
Brigham and Women, Beth Israel Deaconess, Massachusetts General
Bobby, Espo, Raymond, Bergy and Z
Russ, Bird, Hondo, Couz, and Jones boys
T.B. 12, Hog, Andre, Bruschi, and Troy
Teddy, Pedro, Papi, Jim Ed, and Yaz
These are our guys; this is our city!
A many talks I have
a phone chats with mom and dad
Facebooking my friends
Long after dinner time
And if I really think about communication
the old fashion way
I call them upon my land-line
What's a land-line
And what ever happen to Northeastern Bell
well
that's how we talk to each other human to human
But when I wake up in the new day
I fall on my knees
and chat wit God as I pray
Oh! I fall on my knees
and have a chat wit God as I pray
What's the matter, got all this chatter on Twitter
Space chat is what's up, what is that
Does any one Email any more
And what is a phone booth
And does anyone remember Mother Goose
Facebooking my friends
Long after dinner time
And if I really think about communication
the old fashion way
I call them upon my land-line
What's a land-line
And what ever happen to Northeastern Bell
well
I Snap chat, Google and Verizon, Teen Mobile CenturyLink
All this downloading and less and or no praying
now before you fall asleep
with the phone in your hand
because your mind got over headed by all your Texting
I got a better communication
But when I wake up in the new day
I fall on my knees
and chat wit God as I pray
Oh! I fall on my knees
and have a chat wit God as I pray
But when I wake up in the new day
I fall on my knees
and chat wit God as I pray
Oh! I fall on my knees
and have a chat wit God as I pray
Anytime, every time anywhere I don't care
Stop talking space head
fall on my knees
and have a chat wit God as I pray
Dedicated to "Darlene Beaulieu"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
11/27/17
from anthology " God's Children New poets, Poems and New Friends"
Down under continent
Down low is Australia
Australia the big island
Australia sixth largest continent
Country whose desert known as outback
Country who has the largest reef
Reef called the Great Barrier
Reef found off northeastern coast
Coast 35,877 kilometer of shoreline
Coast provides fun in the sun
Sun beats down on the desert
Sun is brightest in our winter
Winter offers some snow
Winter's are mild
Mild hop, hop of Kangaroos
Mild climbing of Koala
Koala live high in trees
Koala eat eucalypt leaves
Leaves favored blue, mansa, and swamp gum
Leaves are Koala's daily diet
Diet of Australian influenced by world
Diet consist of variety of foods
Food introduced from Ireland, Europe
Food from Italy, Greece and Asian new spices
Spices used in stir fry
Spices changed meat's taste
Taste of foods like rice, oranges, bananas
Taste of foods from all over the world
World influences shaped continent
World and Britian settled
Settled by Aborigines
Settled also by Britian
Britain sent convicts
Britian sent soldiers to New South Wales
Wales brassy, bold, stately and old
Wales sandy beaches, Jenolan Caves
Caves above ground
Caves in sea waters for adventure
Adventures in Abercrombie cave
Adventures in Tasmania
Tasmania mecca for adventure
Tasmania's mountainous terrain
Terrain for wild river raft
Terrain of sheer cliffs to climb
Climb the Great Dividing Range
Climb to new heights down under
Under sunny skies
Under skies so blue
Blue
Skies
Written: August 14, 2015
Influenced by Debbie Guzzie's contest..
First Blitz..Whoa!!