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Lo, escúchame María, María;
Lo, escúchame María, María;
Oh, esta es para ti una canción mía;
Oh, escúchame María;
Cantando esta canción;
Maria canta alegremente
Una canción que ella siempre canta gratis.
Cantame
Cantando su canción todo el día;
Mientras las campanas aún suenan a la hora;
Maria
Cantame
Maria
He aquí, García, poeta surperme;
Oh, escucha sus letras, no tienes idea de lo que esto significa;
la la la la fa
la la la la la
la la la la fa
la la la la la
Lo, escúchame María, María;
Oh, esta es para ti una canción mía;
Oh, escúchame María;
Cantando esta canción;
Maria canta alegremente
Una canción que ella siempre canta gratis.
Cantame,
García escribiendo sus letras para que las personas las escuchen, sigan escribiendo;
Recitando su verso, García recita muy bien, muy bien, sus poemas;
Lo, escúchame María, María;
Oh, esta es para ti una canción mía;
Oh, escúchame María;
Cantando esta canción;
Maria canta alegremente
Una canción que ella siempre canta gratis.
Cantame, Maria canta, canta largo, Maria
Lo, listen to me Maria, Maria;
Oh, this is to you a song from me;
Oh, listen to me Maria;
Singing this song;
Maria sings a merrily;
A song she does sing ever-free
Sing to me, Maria sing on, sing long, Maria
2/25/70
Written by James Edward Lee 1970, 2019©
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
Making adjustments to personas for success
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble,
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
Making adjustments to personas for success
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
During this time, songbirds that are asleep sigh.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
My heart breaks for the rainbow moon nearby.
By the time songbirds that are asleep sigh,
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
My heart falls on the rainbow moon nearby.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
Submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
Written: June 04, 2023
I recall a time at the University
Boys and girls thronging about the LT
Impatiently waiting for Mr/Mrs/Miss Lecturer
The lecture hour slowly drawing nearer
Officious students so busy showing off
You, indifferent to the pageantry and puff,
Exhibiting calm at the diversity of personas
Odd, sane, and weird individuals strangely
Making meanings and opinions – silly
Ones, not so silly ones and...
Living their lives on the divide between blood and sand
Alas! I looked out and saw hope for the future – I saw
You! I mused over this, waiting for the madness to thaw
Opening my knapsack reaching for my copy of
A Walk in the Night. A commanding cough
Diverted my attention. Mr/Mrs/Miss Lecturer had
Entered into class with markers and a writing pad
Looking askance, questions were asked;
Answers were given. Slowly but surely, we were
Killing time. Yay! Class is over!. “Bye Mr/Mrs/Miss Elejowewe”
Until same time next week
Nothing but fun will I seek!
When men tell a story
They only state the facts
But women add color commentary
For its more than just white and black
We mention those hidden figures
Our fellow sisters in Christ
We call them by their given names
Their personas we bring to life
Yet when one reads the stories
In the Holy Scriptures
You may notice those that are written by women
Give the full gospel picture
They wrote about the confidence
That those women had to possess
They wrote about the challenges
That those women had to address
They described the dangers
That those women had to fear
They chronicled the courage
Those women embraced even thru their tears
Those women pressed forward towards
Their purpose never breaking stride
They refused to sit in the windows of life's despair
With the Holy Spirit they were ready to ride
They prayed and cried through
The pain of their circumstances
For prayer is the key that opens doors
To opportunity and second chances
And our tears are the unspoken language
That only God can understand
For when we cry God does realize
That we need His mighty hands
Tears can lead to triumph
And wash in a new victory
So be courageous, confident
And bold with full capability
Hidden figures our sister in Christ
Women who were called
To follow their destinies
with courage through the tears
That from their eyes did fall
Love maker,
Body taker Love shaker,
Hot whisper,
Peppermint & jasmine in air
Tickling every body hair,
Reverberating into the Queen's chamber,
A tiger's den teething to be,
Safety in no layer, romance the pillar of this prayer,
Our auras igniting flower vases ablaze
To compliment our shadows,
Personas fevered with juiced up joy,
We both played Aces,
Mine the Spade her's the Diamond,
Together we make an Ace of Heart's place,
Caprice keeping hold of Club's Ace,
She exhales stars from a mouth murmuring for moments of senseless beauty,
Purring for pleasure painted with a kiss,
Illuminating my frame with pixied permission
Unharnessed we are, as spontaneity seduces strategy,
Craving the next second like atoms in a spin for sin,
Feeling each other in ways undefined
Unrefined, simply, lustfully,
Loyal to needs supernatural,
Gifted in gritty game,
Rubbing her rose with fingertips of cool flame,
Giving her the wand that was once only mine,
As lovers now, belonging to Poetry's promise,
Complete partners, reunited treasures -
J.A.B.
“Sea wants me to return to
conch shell from whence I was born
Here comforted I can curl away from boisterous hurls..” Poet, from poem : Sea Wants Me
~~~~~~ Diaries
dreaming waves soothing spuming whales
holy grail beyond blue BLUE
no language voice your reflective transformations
from ripples to tortuous tsunamis
brushing coasts >> Asia’s edge, Madagascar’s spine
Africa, Australia, Antarctic
paddles settling into breath of dusk
Ocean of personas holographic oiled, gassed !
you croon about awakened ports, ship l a n e s
along turquoise tongues of poets
as we refuge take in your sleepless depths
drifting without compass towards
unknown horizons blue Blue BLUE~~~~~***
becoming liquid caverns, fragranced coral reefs
ocean chasms sprout dolphin verses for India,
China, Indonesia, tube sea urchins chant Beloved ! Anchor Anchor >>>>B E L oVed
Beloved ! slack tectonic plates consider their next yawn ___? Or groan
shells rumbling
storms, tidal depths, oysters whisper antidotes
not to dismiss, peering into Poseidon's mist
wizardry seafloor volcanoes
rhyme surrender or diving away fetid fears
with ancient angling coelacanths dear near
blue you suffer toxicities as we extract nourishing bounties with vile human hash !
wilderness of WONDER selflessness we cannot
negate, swimming echoed
eternal Truth
SEISMIC MOTHER INDIAN
O C E A N …O C E A N …..~~~~~....{}{}
we gurgle……()[][]~~~ as resonated vibrations
Varunani rises teal stillness untrophied
You AWE us hiding Neptune's bugle ~~~~~~~~
Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense
They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet
She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds,
Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips,
satin scarfs around hug her hips
Bindi adorned when with the Janes
A sterling nose ring pierces a membrane
Azure pools of light inserted—contact’s atop
wistful deeper dark reddish brown longing lens
Riffles through a cosmetic bag,
Faberge`a final touch then off she struts
Spinning the roulette wheel in random realms
Burned through one persona after another
The mask worn smothers
Charcoal tears pour down her cherry cheeks
Personas have their limitations
Reinventions only break the tiresome tensions
Infinite shades of pale, anemic, listless
Darker are the shadows that deem
Her skin is frail, weakness fills a ship and torn it’s sail
Though her wit retains its cutting edge
out on the ledge an empty soul on trial
Tragic trends suit her
Charcoal tears won’t save her
Metamorphosis’s demise, elusive unmasked
Limited are the bounds of weakness,
Marie-Thérès Picasso’s golden muse
hung herself after his death
Now a frozen memory in the dark daze
as nothing else remains its love’s myth
She played the games we may or not resist
Gone those days frozen in merciless mist
where fate awaits
White Christmas is not what many people think it is
As we know Christmas is a lively annual festival
Celebrated seven days before the end of the year
Of the Nativity of Jesus. Christmas is a joyful, colorful
And wonderful feast, where stars glow and glisten.
People who live not too far from the cold North Pole
Always dream of a snowy or white Christmas
Where Mother Nature is frosted and crystallized
And the streets are paved with black or clear ice.
Christmas is celebrated by billions across the universe
It is a major festival of hope, happiness and lights
Northerners often dream of a very cold or snowy Christmas
Which brings powerful nostalgic feelings of yesteryear
When children used to listen.
Nowadays, Christmas is multicultural and highly colorful
Bing Crosby wrote of a ‘White Christmas’ for everybody
Living in the world, where imagination brings Hope, Noël,
Yule and Joy, regardless of the religion, creed, gender or race.
Copyright © December, 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Blanca Navidad No Lo Es
Blanca Navidad no es lo que mucha gente piensa que es
Como sabemos, la Navidad es una animada fiesta anual
Que muchos festejan siete días antes de fin del año
La Natividad de Jesús. La Navidad es una fiesta
Que es alegre, colorida y maravillosa, donde las estrellas brillan.
Personas que viven no muy lejos del frío Polo Norte
Sueñan siempre de una Blanca o Nevada Navidad
Donde la madre naturaleza está congelada y cristalizada
Y las calles pavimentadas con hielo transparente o ngro.
Millones de personas en todo el universo celebran la Navidad
Que es una gran fiesta de esperanza, de felicidad y de luces
Los norteños suelen soñar con una Navidad muy fría
Lo que trae poderosos sentimientos nostálgicos de antaño
Cuando los niños solían escuchar.
Hoy en día, la Navidad es multicultural y llena de color
Bing Crosby escribió de una "Blanca Navidad" para todos
Que viven en un mundo donde la imaginación trae esperanza
Festividad y alegría, sin importar la religión, credo, género o raza.
PD Traducción de ‘White Christmas Is Not’ por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © diciembre de 2023, Hébert Logerie, todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
Black lies and deceits were hidden within the cracks and crevices
Along with all the truths hidden that fears your greatest nemesis
But there was nothing that can be hidden that can’t be truly seen
All the decades of cruelty, where you purposely tried, to demean
Ushers standing in silence as each of the guilty crimes were read
Where even the judge’s face paled, then in shame hung his head
With the real truth soon exposed, more evidence, came into play
And purposeful experience upon the twelve jurors’ had been laid
Each one unable to condemn, as each had played their own part
To rip away the innocence, of what was just a good honest heart
Reverse psychology was played, to get the culprits desired effect
Their guilty ridden consciousness, on you they wanted to project
These shutter island personas, unsure of which of them to blame
And a judge who had no choice; but to condemn them, all insane
With the players playing the players all within one confined room
Wardens held their shovels ready, to clear out the pending doom
Its aftermath was not a pretty sight as the hidden truth prevailed
Then the skins and bones were scrutinized with the lies un-veiled
Each warden scooped up the deceits in their own respective pails
To re-address some kind of balance, on those judgemental scales
Put up yet again before the high judge, but are no lesser accused
None of them; before God, or judge, are to be remained excused
But exposed for ruining others innocence, to fuel their own ends
Thus to enjoy their dividends without once making their amends
But the naivety of your innocent, does not allow you to walk free
No excuses for ignorance; therefore, the judge ignored your plea
I came to rest upon a hill overlooking a valley
And off in the distance deer gathered in a rally
The clouds above me seemed to breeze by in lazy fashion
As I sat here conflicted with my latest passion
My life is a like a rose that lost all its petals
Leaving behind only thorns and twisted metals
I thought I had lost all of the love I have to give
And the past I'd constantly have to relive
But this valley in which I'm granted repose
Shows that my heart has survived past woes
She's a very brash and brazen young lady
But she's all that I can think about lately
Her eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky
Making me feel as light as a feather so I can fly
If only I had the courage to truly speak the words
Perhaps in time I would finally be heard
For months I've sifted through perplexed thoughts
Feeling my heart twist itself into knots
Every time I wish to say something real
My voice turns robotic for the usual deal
So I came to rest upon a hill overlooking a valley
Hoping that I could finally find courage to rally
So inward I look deeply to find my true self
Hidden behind false personas on a dusty shelf
The timid and shy man I am is a mask soon to be eviscerated
So that the true me can be free and finally celebrated
I stand upon this hill and cry out to the very stars
Ripping off my shirt I show the whole world my scars
If one waits for love to find them it'll never be found
So gaze upon my courage and be spellbound
I will fight for the feelings that grow roots in my heart
And this day is the beginning of a brand new start
I came to rest on upon a hill overlooking a valley to find repose
Instead I suppose I lost myself in the art of prose
But by losing myself I gained sight of my true self
No longer locked away like a poor man's elf
In time I will reveal the secret of my affection
No longer damned by eternal introspection
I came to rest upon a hill overlooking a valley
Knowing tomorrow will be this play's finale