Long Revoir Poems
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Tribute to all who at Trauma Center,
UC Davis, who assisted me in healing.
Medical Teams!
I’ ve been here 21 days!
You all provided for my every need!
I mean far beyond things medical....
There is something in each of you
Amazingly rainbow and spiritual!
I came here with my arrogance and
inner fight.
You, softened these fires with listening,
outstanding care and making things,
oh,so right!
Thank you for making the darkness so bright.
I will see your compassionate faces, smiling
from heavenly bright stars,each night!
11/23/2021
If time shall not our derelict joys
Revive with tunes melodious so,
Let past's nostalgic merries balm
Our souls and bid all sorrows go.
Should ebbing laughter and smiles
Their cold arcs yet vanishing carve,
May old cheers of our jolliest whiles
Redeeming warmths pitifully impart.
Although gone mirths seldom thwart
Present galls despite their vivid hues,
Mortal forgetteries lulling blisses are,
As would certainly void painful clues.
Thus might sweetly reechoed tones,
Excerpts from our merriments dead,
Like beneficent ditties in unison allay
All lingering whits of lonesome dread.
And if blunt fate her forking bivouacs
Twirl and twine in drab manners sour,
Beclouding paths erst snowing white;
Here’s bold shield in life’s icings dour.
Hello
Goodbye
Good evening
Ad vitam aeternam.
With my two hands
I kiss you for life
For tomorrow's flowers
And happiness on the rugs.
A kiss on the left
And another on the right
It's not ugly at all.
Deep at the bottom of your narrow throat
I swim not far from the lawn
Like a giant shark.
Copyright © August 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Baisers Jumeaux
Bonjour
Au revoir
Bonsoir
Pour toujours.
Avec mes deux mains
Je t’embrasse pour la vie
Pour les fleurs de demain
Et le bonheur sur le tapis.
Un bisou à gauche
Et un autre à droite
Ce n’est pas du tout moche.
Au fond de ta gorge étroite
Je nage non loin du gazon
Comme un géant poisson.
Copyright © Août 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Besos Gemelos
Buenos dias
Adiós
Buenas noches
Para cada día.
Con ambas manos
te beso de por vida
Para las flores del mañana
Y felicidad en la alfombra.
un beso a la izquierda
Y otro a la derecha
No es nada feo.
En lo profundo de tu garganta apretada
nado no muy lejos de la hierba
Como un tiburón poderoso.
Copyright © Agosto 2024, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poesía.
I heard screams from those marked for a guillotine death
No compromises for their cries before taking a last breath
Words of repentance for dastardly crimes were bemoaned
Begging for mercy with fear and tears, curses were groaned
My blade is always kept whetted for those who regretted
and my cutthroat job is thought to be brutally inhumane
"Oh, please!" I wanted to shout at the louts who fretted,
"For only the briefest moment will I cause you any pain!"
In modern days I would be aptly labeled a "French Press."
Humorous, the thought, but I'd still create a bloody mess
Hence, never should I ever be used inside of an abattoir
Before I take a life, I always remember to say, "Au revoir."
I abhor the taste of blood in my mouth and on my teeth
Love to be cleaned before my blades are again in sheath
When my deadly decapitation chore is over and complete
heads I felled roll to lie supine at the executioner's feet
People then clear the scene, to flee from me, the guillotine
As if what they'd witnessed me do would wash them clean
Maybe it was the act of my beheading they were dreading
Hoping tomorrow it wouldn't be theirs that I'd be shredding
14th jan 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon tattered page piles,
Littered outside,
The garden far side
I picked up a dog eared page,
Brought back memories of the bygone age,
Of the days of sitting together,
In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather.
On such a glorious winter day,
A long time ago, by the way,
I scribbled on this page love notes,
In double quotes.
Nostalgic now are,
Memories of “au revoir”,
Melancholy tones fill in,
My poignant heart to its brim.
A wind now blows this dog eared page,
And I dully chase it with some rage,
To find it stuck to the old gum tree,
And as I see the page I begin to read all about me……………..
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon other tattered page piles,
Littered outside,
The garden far side……………………..
Farewell, au revoir, arrivederci, auf wiedersehen
to the world that never cared to know my name
To the cerulean seas I've never seen
in which I never swam and searched for shells
and perfect round pearls reflecting rainbows
in the summer sunshine
To the mountains I never got to marvel at
and eagerly ascend to their summits
To the city of my dearest dreams
where I never had the chance to dance
in its palaces and parks
among the flowers and the fountains
To my prince who never found me
to stir my soul from slumber with a kiss
so that I could see colors and know the bliss
of everlasting love sincere and true
To you
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
And your delicious food sleeps under the covers
I drink hard at night, very late
Like a blotting paper
You are my moon and my sun
At night, I have no sleep
Since your beautiful body is not there
Mine stayed very cold
In the absence of your warmth
Too far from happiness.
When you leave
I do not sing
I am late
Slow is my stepping
It's death
My thoughts are on you, on you
Everything annoys me under the roof
It's my sun that's not there
It's my moon that slips away
And it's the exodus of my hope
Under the non-starry vault in the evening.
Love, you see
That I love you with passion
You are my treasure, my good
You're the one who gives me the way
To live with the greatest respect
In an atmosphere of love and peace.
Love, when you leave
My pen is weeping
I'm scared, I'm dying
And I drink like a bibulous sleeve.
P.S. Translation of “Amour Quand Tu Pars” by
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © December 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
How can you not love the language, the accent…
they way they form their words in France?
How French words flow so easily…linger in the air…and dance
Luckily we didn’t have to go to France…
to hear their language and be enthralled
because French is the language many speak right here in Montreal.
We tried to study ahead of time…knowing we’d be coming here by car…
and we’re happy when we learned Bonjour, Merci and Au Revoir.
We did remember two songs from our youth…Alouette and Dominique
(apparently that was when our capacity for learning French hit it’s highest peak)
They say there are 135,000 words in the French language
a number that seems quite high
when the only words we know are hello, thank you and goodbye.
But equipped with our Rick Steve’s handbook and our I-phone translator too
we walked the streets of Montreal determined to muddle through.
We took the Metro into the city, visited the Basillica of Notre Dame,
walked Jacques-Cartier park and in front of city hall
deciding along the way how we love Montreal.
As it turns out many people speak two languages here…
unlike those of us wholly speak one…
and were happy to help us get around…which made our day more fun.
So as a tribute to their language…one of the most romantic languages by far
I’ll end this poem by saying merci beaucoup to you for reading it…
and end with au revoir.
For those of you who wanted to hear a little more French
who weren’t finished listening yet
I’m sorry this poem ended before you had a chance t
to hear my rendition of Alouette.
Farewell sweet love, au revoir,
Red lips, red as wine stain your cold death stone -
I feel a yearning in my soul and a choking in my voice,
There is no goodbye in my sad weeping.
Sleep in eternal peace love.
Godspeed, on your journey,
For beyond this life is another called Heaven -
Oh, parting is so hard that I will think of it tomorrow,
And tomorrow and tomorrow, forever.
Adieu, adieu my true love.
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September 28, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Goodbye, My Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-834-147-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, 1st Place Only
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
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For the contest, Goodbye
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged September 28, 2016, First Place
First Place
Gomez Addams has a very eccentric life.
He has an unusual woman named Morticia for his wife.
Gomez has mannerisms that seem rather mild.
However, when Morticia speaks French, it drives him wild.
He grabs her arm and starts kissing away.
That’s what he does to her if she happens to say:
Bonjour, Au Revoir, C’est La Vie, even Soup du jour.*
Gomez inundates Morticia with kisses and more.
We can say this couple has a life far from bleak.
I used to tune in and watch them each week.
*Bonjour=good morning or good day.
Au Revoir=farewell or goodbye
C’est la Vie=That’s life
Soup du jour=soup of the day.