Long Quorum Poems
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The Evergreen Tree
Upon the tree, I set my sight
and see to my delight
(with head tilted up
and hand shading eyes)
in the boughs
sagging from the snow,
birds of various colours
perched on the branches
highlighted against the green
under blue skies,
and I am elated to suck in
the crisp air of country living.
My wonderment never ceases
at how freely the birds communicate
with each other in chirps and whistles,
as if they have a quorum to hold a meeting.
This tree is their sanctuary,
and I think about the tradition
and am disgusted with myself.
They who chop down the evergreens
for seasonal use,
to please their vanity,
are enemies of the environment.
“Why can’t I buy an artificial one instead?”
And sheath the axe and exit.
A meeting of the quorum
We’re takin’ this place by storm
Got to get back to the farm
By hook or by crook
We’re young, free and insane
Clothes all creased and stained
Our attitudes inane
And we don’t read books
Into the hive we go
And that’s where we’ll stay
Got a feeling we’re gonna
Get something done today
You wave this and I’ll wave that
Complain at the drop of a hat
Think I saw a diplomat –
Let’s follow his car
Hey, got any Depressions or wars?
Like the people who came before
Need to hook up with some righteous cause
To know who we are
So into the hive we go
And that’s where we’ll stay
Got a feeling we’re gonna
Get something done today
A moment right now is at hand
What it means, we don’t understand
Maybe let’s invite the whole band
Play songs by Free
Image is everything
It’s better than any brass ring
So plan our unmasking
On MSNBC
And into the hive we will go…
~ A Poem for Shavuos ~ *
Two Jews, three opinions
Twenty-nine of us need three minyans *
Yet when we camped at Sinai, all arguments stopped
Jaws in heaven must have dropped
Angels astonished - Not one human complaint?
If they'd blood in their wings, surely they'd faint
What caused this dramatic transformation
from rank division to unification? ...
The divine souls G-d implanted within us *
embraced their source, Divinity Itself
At that juncture, our fragmented souls reunited
Like 'one man with one heart,' crystal-clear sighted
Quarreling stopped, though later to restart
~ For a magic moment, Divine souls not torn apart
______________________________________________
*Notes: 'Shavuos' is the original Hebrew name of the hol-
iday known to Christians by the name of the 'Pentecost.'
Shavuos means 'weeks:' Seven weeks between Passover
and Shavuos. The next (50th) day is the holiday, the 'Pen-
tecost.' ... A 'minyan' is a Jewish prayer quorum, which re-
quires ten men age 13 or over for public prayers. (The
number '29' in the poem therefore introduces a slightly
jocular tone, as by rights it should be 30)... Finally, see
Genesis 2:7, wherein G-d breathes a soul into Adam
through his nostrils.
Hold my hand to teach me how to write
Take me to the library. I need to shed light
On a few words that I have never seen before
Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door
For my future. I want to learn. I'm eager to learn
Feed my starving brain and help the minorities too
Let's have a picnic of great books, a book fair. I yearn
For the day where everyone is literate. There's no fool
Refusing to spend some quality time at the library
Show me how to pick beautiful words from the forest
Eventually, I would love to write a book of comedy
Many books of poetry, novels about lovers and pests
Hold my hand and be patient with me and give me time
To increase the zest of my writing. Show me how to rhyme
I want to write about liberty, love, peace, health, and freedom
Especially freedom of speech. Tonight, I hope there's no quorum
For the Board meeting. I would love to have a book party for
Disadvantaged children and for minorities. Free entry at the door
Admission is free! Wow! Everybody is learning and having fun
When the world is literate, there will be less poverty under the sun.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Don't buy it,
Scatter the wishes,
However (desperate and maligned),
For all of them,
The (murmur) and the (mesmerized),
Youth-paid homage,
Ill-afforded, unattended and
Graciously subversive,
By aged animals nodding
Approval against the (backdrop)
Of their worst intentions,
Hope that eloquence, depth,
Perceived connection and
Immersions of familiarities
Will get everyone laid,
Plush boy smiles, admits his
Voyeurism needs polishing,
(Languishing),
Sip from scourge's
Crystal goblet,
Teardrops by the glassful,
Ah, the epiphany,
It's a gay quorum,
A foreign swath of fashion sense,
Pickled on the petunia,
The green, sunny willow,
Swaying, to drunken breeze,
And smiles, complacencies,
At least they have
The good (sense) and fortune,
Rouge, textured rhythms,
Bass-plucking fires,
Snapping horns dotting the air,
Straight mutes coddling
The wicked goods,
And snare and pound,
The beat drives straight,
No need getting off,
When you're on baby!
(6/27/05)
A loyal gist host itself into the cage of loneliness,
Beeping through the hole of truth as a reference...
An advice of heaven on Earth would come, it hopes¿
Holding to the deep coiled inner voice of belief
But getting better seems tough for the shared drive is strafe¡
Where luck roams in death's crescent,
Forlorn to the world pleasing torture...
Time to shine in truth, here or gone?
Youths are yet strong enough undone.
Lies are once frankly shun!
It's now a delightful delivery dating fun...
A dislocated burden placed on wealth,
Cripples into Patriots' chests in order
To win struggles of days ahead at ease,
And overtake consistent affluence in a bit*
Enlivening illusions of breakthrough not born!
Yahweh is interestingly patient in time,
To serve each turn at worth to its prime.
Save each; save all in your name
Whose power can't stand the game
All swapped for the sake of fame
To bury the dead light rejecting shame
Once upon a time, there lived a tree,
Whose fruits feed millions to comfort
And under its shade, all enjoys cool breeze
But a while after the summer had gone,
A stranger cut down the tree,
No one could challenge the stranger
For his hands are heavy in the elders' own.
Billions made are for the quorum in the land,
With blunt ears open yet closed to others voice!
Little did care sparks its light on others
Provided that all is well with their own merry lives...
See love on tongues; see despairs in acts
Truly no one knows by eyes, workable facts
Until chosen to rep peace impacts
To know how words quality detracts
Spiders well patterned web stretches out each minutes
In its elastic limitless spiritual boundary
Awaiting Victims' cry in their raging plights
Without hesitation for freedom's lock
Until wonder undo the night before dawn
Then will Willing manifestation cease to gear
Oh divine hands, nature's atmospheric condition is Thou
Grace Innocent Victims' plights freedom and ache those true ones in their merry living
Days are of evil, go before us dear Father
Without You, we may be consumed in bother
Growing wings of no regulatory feather
Traveling above into the thin air father
When I am set on by grace
Human strength certainly, not my pace
Even my reasoning will have no trace
To light nights in ambush to deface
Hallelujah!
Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”
As if judge, jury and conviction, cancer asked for no quorum as she changed & re-invented the rules of my life’s game;
Like a thief in the night, cancer mounts the starting block in a quest to seize my hard earned gold medal;
As poison races through her veins, like a wild fire out of control, she recoils with intent to explode off the start;
As both the competitor & the Marshall, cancer takes to the podium, commanding an inaudible “Take your Mark”
With ravenous intent, she pulls the trigger, releasing hell fire onto a quiet night of moonlit innocence, silently reeking havoc in the depths of the soul & under the cover of dark shadows so as not to be seen or noticed;
Once scorched earth is discovered, innocence fades & the light of truth blinds as the sharp realization of my mortality comes into clear focus, followed quickly by a gut punch response; the need to dig deep, step up to that starting block, collecting the mastery of my entire being within seconds;
As I wage war, the Beast feigns an early defeat while she lies in wait; watching, observing & learning for next time she calls “Take your Mark”;
Know that we too are watching, observing & learning. Although there is no evidence, I see you. I know you are there, waiting in the shadows, where moonlit innocence used to live.
A true tale I will tell of an old timid man
Who was known for his strange, funny rhymes.
But his doggerel junk had this man in a funk
For he knew it would ne’r see the Times.
“Could he find someone kind who would help him,” he thought
“Are there those in this world who might care?”
Then a forum of poets, a quorum of "know its"
Gathered 'round who had oodles to share.
So he wrote; although scared, and they read, then they shared
Lots of tips that would help him along.
Now his humor still flows in both rhyme and in prose
But his meter and form are now strong.
Just imagine the shame, had this man quit the game
And just buried his gift way back then.
It took courage ‘tis true but the joy that he knew
Soon grew greater than gold in the end!
For the “Parable of the Talents” Contest
Sponsored by: Holly Primerano
September 20, 2018
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"