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A Horse and ale
The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer
around to small shops, each horse and its driver was assigned a route
The horse I liked was shiny black and had been used for
funerals before
over the years, they got a bit broad hipped and stomach-heavy.
The horse knew the route and stopped outside the grocer`s and waited while
the driver unloaded crates of beer.
The horse sometimes had an ******** thinking of a favorite mare bit
strange animals only know one way and askew foreplay
The driver usually had a bottle of beer at each shop, and when
the round was done, he was in a merry mood and sometimes fell asleep. But the horse knew the way.
After unharnessing the beast, he brushed its coat, checked the hooves
for the horse, the highlight of the day, and gave it a big slice of bread.
So long ago, there had been a devastating war
Jews immigrated to Palestine
and got a piece of land they called Israel; we believed what the papers said
the persecuted people deserved a homeland, but we did not realize that it was.
A historic injustice had befallen the Palestine people and echo that will not
stop before the real Semites get their land back.
A tree -
standing alone
on a barren piece of land,
leaves absent
as dead-like branches,
with sun-scorched tips
desperately reach
to the heavens.
Its heart seems hollow -
almost dead.
The ground is hard,
for she sky hasn’t cried
in a very long time.
Its roots
reach deep under ground,
under open skies
and clouds of cotton:
it courageously begs for mercy,
and
when the wind blows violently
its branches sway in a dance
for rain,
and it sings out for a miracle.
Only a drop will do.
It is holding onto grace,
and will soon be dead (completely)
and will not be able to tolerate
the ghastly winds of this world…
Autumn:
just a phase,
for winter will come
and the cold will make the branches quiver
with great fear of death.
No rain,
no love -
the torment never ends.
Spring -
will show its face again:
colorful and vibrant,
and the clouds will burst
excitedly (in summer),
and rain will wash the earth clean once more
and will feed the soil
with showers of love and grace -
blessed tears of God,
of pride over us
for surviving the winter once more.
Branches will bow in praise -
leaves will dance on the wind
in storms of rain.
Hope will fill the heart again,
but:
when warmth dies,
winter will rule again…
Have you ever felt the sun's glow bask over your skin
And felt so soothed
So totally content
And exalted
That you only want to stretch out
Whether on the green grassy lands
Or on the cold sands
And drink of this glow
Drink as much as you can
As the thirsty do, after a long walk
In an empty desert?
Have you ever walked around town
And felt so enlightened
For surrounding you are places of worship
Meant not for one religion solely
But, being so diverse, yet, at the same time
So peaceful and so tolerant of each other
So much that walking through the streets
And merely glancing at it all
Your faith in the higher powers
Would simply flare up!
Have you ever wanted to sit, in total solitude
And admire the ocean
Whether it remains as calm as the blue skies
Or whether it rages as if it were pandemonium
Whichever, it matters not
For in the end, you only want to let such a sight
Drown in your gaze
And feel wings grow on your heart
To set you soaring up in emotional
Intakes of heavy breaths
Filled with the ecstasy of being!
Why, have you ever wanted to feel warm in winter
To complain of the heat all year round
And to enjoy the sight of a tropical paradise
One filled with a green flora
And a diverse fauna
And a multicolored nation
One bent on protecting its legacy
Yet, at the same time
One prone to progress to tomorrow!
Pray, if you do dream of such
Then, come
Come to the exotic tiny piece of land
That is Mauritius!
I crave a piece of land,
Oh! Parasakthi!
I crave a piece of land...
Amidst the piece of land,
build me a palace grand
with sundecks and picturesque pillars;
everything in pristine colors.
And near the well,
the long pinnate leaves
and the tender coconut dwell.
Around ten to twelve coconut trees should be near;
the moonlight should glow like the pearl luster;
songs of the Asian koels, I should hear,
and when my soul relishes, should embrace, breeze cluster.
To blend the songs,
I need my virtuous wife beside,
and our rejoicement jolly along,
the poetic verses pride.
In the midst of this land,
Oh my dear divine mother,be a guard.
With my poetic adroitness,
I should take care of this world.
* Parasakthi- Almighty / Goddess
This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's tamil poem,' kaani nilam' - 'A piece of land'
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, French and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil. It is immensely tough to translate someone like him. I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice
Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.
Law from the Land
We are no where in the history
Merely a part of geography
Floating spots of Arabians sea
Exporting the surplus of our peace
Expecting the survival of our place
Thankful to the kind of main land
Painful to depart from their hand
Now the sun is purple from the east
With a pearcing look reaching top
Fading with a red face of fear
Budding response of different genre
But all defuse in the raising waves
We never invite industrial fumes
We never against to constitutional frames
We will not involve cheering girls
We will not allow chilling glass
Don't intrude into the piece of land
Don't destroy silent peace of land
Roar is on reah from the protecting hands
War is a breach from devastating minds
Nothing will remain,
But realise the value we lost...
First it was the natural diversity
Next it may be the cultural integrity.
Written: May 29, 2024, For Constance La France Contest
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible Exodus 2:22
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stranger, I seek remote areas
bridging hills and valleys—reams my barriers
I aim to acquire a piece of land
the locals are wary of my demand
calmly smile—and bow In compliance
Also, they chose to join a proactive alliance
I'm not anxious without my peers
I strive to learn all their culture for years
their customs and slang are unclear to me
tradition could provide substantial foresee.
However, I will complete my quest
find my path—and meet friends' request
I will stay in this struggling place
where everyone hates and ignores my face
I shall bear myself safely
I'm a nomad at heart, vainly
set an impact in this foreign world
I advanced out of curiosity and swirled.
Through mystery, despite doubts—
and future challenges sprout
an intense need drives me
wanting knowledge and hilarity
this promise inspires me
of raw vistas with each degree
a chance of discovery—
and hidden truths of a magical land
with some dread and anxiety, I stand
usher my quest into unknown deep ruts
ready to discover my secrets.
Landscapes blend with peculiar sights
high, misty skyscrapers, exotic flora lights—
and fauna thrive in lush slopes
winding waters whisper mysteries grope
of archaic civilizations.
every minute is an opportunity for exploration
relations offer options to explore
in this foreign world, my heart sore.
Springing up, like a cactus sprout, after the First-World-War,
The concept of New-World-Order did not touch deeper core;
Like, water drop on lotus leaf, it stood touched and untouched,
Sometimes it appeared ditched; other times, again, it got clutched...!
Thompson Woodrow Wilson thought of International peace,
Is peace, so simple? Do tensions within minutes get ease?
Did he, yet, ever think of such concept, in any way?
Or, any other leaders, on this, their opinion say...?
Is it a ploy, like monkey becoming judge for the cats?
Or, is it like the fox asking the crow to sing, as tact?
Why did the race-course stop, in midway, as though at random?
Hare lost or tortoise won? - Why no information, solemn...?
A New-World-Order, indeed, is prerequisite today,
It's not like an advanced nation, swaying power away;
Nor like an alien troop beyond nations control the rule,
And making all others, as though asses, permanent fool...!
New-World-Order is a system, in which, concord exists,
Peace and prosperity, among all citizens persists;
Caste, color, creed, sect, ethnic variations are erased,
Dealings midst beings are always compassionate love- based...!
Poor and needy, like twigs among bouquets, should have their place,
Care for others, like horse-tack, should control the cut-throat race;
Each, in this planet, should have their essential piece of land,
If anyone lacks, others, like brothers, should lend their hand...!
World, as made by God, must turn like the Garden of Eden,
Fresh air, fresh water, measure freshness should ever deepen;
If one thinks, this thought is Utopia, let this be one,
Won't striving toward such a state be an unending fun...?
24 April 2022
New World Order Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
they tell you we have to have war
to secure peace
so mankind soaks up these lies
till they believe everything
they are told
and what are they told?
that war is always fought
over
what is right
so in the name of peace
bombs are dropped
for truth
justice
and rights
it`s the innocent
who wins the least
by the ones
that char the earth
of this
precious land
by the ones
who have
bloodstained hands
so suffer does
the whole of
mankind
so when
the smell of death is in the air
and the rivers flow with blood
and when
the innocent that
cry with despair
and people pay
the ultimate price
over a tiny piece of land
so will man
just bury their heads
in the sand?
or will they
show they truly care?
satan must be
laughing at man
because he is
blind to all that is
good
so they play his evil plan
as he turns him away from
the light
now life becomes darken night
so all that is left now
is a soul that`s
just an
empty shell.
Why weren't any of the great emperors, or even those of lesser renown, enticed to acquire such a rich piece of land in the East? There aren’t much of historical archives shedding light on the subject, but it is possible that events could unfold in this way – Plutarch could have expounded this legend far more colourfully than your humble servant. A Roman emperor receives an ambassador from one of the eastern countries, who inclines him to conquer the neighbouring land. The Emperor finds the plan reasonable, so during the conversation he decides to invade the eastern lands of the barbarians, in particular to prevent their possible aggression against Rome. However, the problem is that the climate in these lands requires fur garments; otherwise, the valiant Roman legionaries would think only about how to get warm, hence will be unable to fight. Our country, the ambassador reported, are ready to solve this problem, they can sell the Romans excellent fur coats, for a small sum of money. However, the sum seems exorbitant, and the emperor refuses the ambassador. The next day the emperor is informed about the envoy from the barbarians, and he receives the barbarian in his chambers. I am aware of your intentions, my great emperor, says the barbarian, and I am prepared to arrange a deal on fur coats at half the price offered to you, as you can buy the required amount of fur coats directly from us. Although I myself am a barbarian, I have a Roman mentality, my great emperor, and I sincerely wish you to conquer our lands to establish your Roman law and order over there. When I read your laws, I just cried with happiness, how much justice and wisdom they conceive. There is no need to drink wine, just read a page of your laws and I feel groggy with delight. I'm sure all the powerful barbarians will accept your rule without question and praise your wisdom in their prayers. So, shall we make a bargain, great emperor? ‘No!’ followed the cold reply. 'I refuse to make a deal, and I see no point in wasting energy on conquering your lands. Once we conquer you, we will gradually become as conniving, vile, cynical, and vengeful cunnings as you are. That is not the future I want for Greater Rome. So get out, Mr Barbarian. Thank you so much for your wisdom and time, my great emperor, the barbarian says. You’ve given me exactly the answer I expected to hear.
Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
And the slave trade in the western hemisphere
And in the world
The first to practice absolute equality
Among men and women on this sphere
And throughout the world
Stop meddling and interfering detrimentally with Haiti
Leave Haiti alone to be absolutely free
Haiti is the first nation to dig up and plant the seed of freedom
For the world to unfortunately follow with pure hypocrisy
Haiti is the first country to denounce false democracy
Haiti is the first leader to choose martyrdom
The first oasis to defeat colonialism in the Americas
Haiti is where was born the first buzz of jazz
The first beat and cry of “We Shall Overcome”
Haiti is the first country that they tried to betray
Haitians are the first unsung Heroes to die for Liberty and Freedom
Thanks to Haiti that many people are living free today
Since Haiti had spread the incense throughout the world
“Live free or die; Freedom or Death”. Leave Haiti alone to live
They made Haiti poor, undesirable, dangerous and unsafe
By supplying weapons to knuckle heads, teenagers and youngsters
They damned Haiti with crazy terrorists, thieves, bandits and gangsters
In daylight, they tried to push Haiti down the steepest cliff
Yes, they robbed, looted, poisoned, and they miserably failed
To dwarf, to kill Haiti and his noble dreams after numerous invasions. Leave
Leave Haiti so Haiti can be Haiti, let Haiti swim as Haiti pleases
Regardless of what one hears
Haiti is a nice piece of land with smart and proud Nègres
And brave and valiant men and women with small and big toes
Who will fight and shed blood, sweat and tears
To defend Haiti Chérie. Give justice to Haiti by any means
And help Haiti getting rid of the ungrateful criminals and the vermins
Haiti will underwhelm, rise and rise again in the Caribbean Seas
Because Haiti is peaceful, patient, lovely, adamant and resilient
Haiti’s children are watching and they are highly intelligent.
N.B. By the way, Nègres like ******* is not offensive to us, Haitians, however, ‘nizzers’ is insulting.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.