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Her face tawny and weathered
Is richer than the earth of a thousand years
With flowing furrowed lines of contented history
That are written deeply at each union, worn like a scar
She lifts her native face to compose a melody of love
As a caged canary sings sweetly to all who pass and listen
The furled corners of her mouth are turned
Like the curve of leaves in spring when she speaks
She shares her gift of emanating smiles that beam
Softly as the sunrise on a foggy day
Under her yielding dimples of thankfulness
Her soulful song rises like a serendipitous sunrise
Resounding from her folkloric heart
Which flows with the blood from primitive waters
Wholesome and untarnished as she serenades
With the story of quiet truths that serve her so well
Her brow lifts arcing like rainbows after a warm rain
As laughter streams from eyes that reach to greet others
With untroubled humbleness and shyness
From the deep brown depth of their soulful well
While her simple, tiered and colorful skirt of cotton
Twirls round with the circular bliss of blossoming flowers
Capturing the playfulness of bright angel's dancing
Her strength and commitment are pure
For she chose the soul of man to carry with her
In the reed woven basket she made to keep her dreams
The work, toil and sweat of many generations
Rest heavy in her heart tilled by her tireless plow
She is the honey essence of all that is good and tender
She is loved by the elders, blessed by the children
For with each new day
She gives back what she has taken
With no risk of what she may lose
December 2, 2019
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A testament to Prince
Prince, I saw your vision in the purple rain
And in that moment, I knew you were in no more pain
You graced us with your presence and filled our hearts with love
With your unbounded talent
That came from straight above
You left us sad and broken
And now we have no peace
But together we will strengthen
And our grief will cease
Oh thank you Prince for everything you’ve shared with the human race
We’ll treasure your gift of music
We’ll miss your handsome face
The heavens are rejoicing
And there you’ve found a home
And in that place you joined there
You never are alone
We never will forget you
Your voice will never die
And we will look forever
Into that purple sky
And so we will remember
How richer our earth is
Because Prince Rogers Nelson
Indeed he did exist
Rest well our purple angel
We love you with all our hearts
And we will meet in heaven
And then, we’ll never part
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The poem, "A Testament to Prince" started it all for me. I have been profoundly moved and devastated by the loss of Prince Rogers Nelson. After he passed away, I began writing poems which were dedicated to him and then eventually evolved into other subjects. I was so inspired that I wrote a poetry book, entitled, "The Microcosm of Poetry". I am in the process of completing my second book. I think my poetry has grown significantly. I have been reading works of other poets. I have also been studying poetry by reading books about it. I think my new poems have better wording and are tighter. I mainly write in lyric or free verse form, but I am always learning! I sincerely hope that you enjoy my first poem on this website.
Thank you for reading my poem and entry. Sincerely, Alona Perlin.
Let's see how this goes.
A means of logical thought.
Taking inductive first,
What has been observed to make life worse.
People are not having fun,
Appear to be quite glum.
Groceries missing from the shelves,
What is there cost too much.
Jobs disappearing without any due.
Votes miscounted for me and you.
Lack of voice,
Leaves no choice.
Due to inductive reasoning,
Life is worse!
The conclusion,
Old, fat, white men holding the purse!
To carry on from there.
Deductive reasoning,
For broader ideas.
The premise is already here.
Old, fat, white men, hold the purse.
From the bottom up,
Much to conclude.
Before the day is end.
The pattern is already there.
Laws apply to only a few.
The rich getting richer,
Just not me and you!
If you are of color,
Woe to you!
Having an opposing view?
Off to ICE with you!
Failure to state your loyalty,
To old, fat, white men.
There are a few.
Your days are numbered to one or two!
Every observation I've seen,
Does not hold the American Dream.
So, in conclusion,
Life is worse!
Old, fat, white men hold the purse!
The month of May
Exists so we can love
The beautiful flowers of nature
So we can dream of a richer future.
May is the month of love
Where the days and nights
Are the most beautiful
And the locusts are happy
In the green fields
Amid songs and chants.
This is the month of happiness
The season of all flowers
The awakening of youth
And the birth of tipsiness
On a jubilant spring.
It's all over again in Spring
The birds are singing
The children are dancing
And the bees are roaming
From live flowers
To sick cherry laurels
On a jubilant spring.
The stars twinkle
The waters of the river sparkle
And the moon lights up
The corners of the city.
The month of May
Exists so we can love.
Copyright © Mai 1st.2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I wonder when my government will wage my War Against Anger.
Why not? I think it would be an absolutely great idea.
It's just as faceless an enemy as this War Against Terror.
A faceless enemy that can't defeat us or surrender.
Anger is nothing more than an emotion,
an internaly felt and outward expression,
of hurt, fear and frustration,
and for your information everyone,
the above Anger definition,
is absolutely the same for Terrorism.
Wake Up!
This War Against Terror
is a criminal process designed to launch war FOREVER,
and continue allowing the very few elite global bankers,
to get Richer and more Richer and
GIVE THEM, ALLOW THEM, MUCH MORE POWER,
Further Having A Stronghold On All Of Us Worldwide,
who for the most part just want to live our simple lives.
Why Are All Of Us In My Country And All Countries Worldwide,
TOLERATING ALL OF THEIR HORRENDOUS WAR CRIMES!?
Why Are We All So Willing,
To Send Our Children
OFF TO BE SLAUGHTERED IN A WAR,
not to liberate another country,
not to defend our much great valued freedom and liberties,
but Allow this handful of ruthless, heartless, sociopathic whores
To Manipulate All Of Our Lives More And More.
Very few of us are getting off of our complacent asses To Do Something,
Many of us more however are Doing Absolutely Nothing.
There isn't anything wrong with being ignorant,
but Choosing To Remain Ignorant Is A Very Grave Sin,
In my pathetic, worthless opinion,
I AM SO ASHAMED OF ALL OF US, EVERYONE.
Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.
What do the stars
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening and tell romantic tales.
The invisible crickets chirp,
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?
Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with the superb view of the Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.
What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the huge Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore!
Written on 2/19/2010
Carnations Pure Love
Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey
~
Carnations
Corsage around my wrist
My first prom I cannot wait
And, lose myself in your arms as we dance
Silence
Kiss on the check; Daddy says be back before midnight
~
Carnations
Garland crown around my head
Express love deepens in my heart for thee
Found my home in the sea of your love to carry me
For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part
A kiss on the lips on my wedding day and with you the rest of my life
~
Carnations
Ink on my abdomen
Strong arms encircles my waist
Fingers brush and take my breath away
A kiss of blooms not forgotten
Doors open and mountains moved
~
Carnations
Casket spray
Lullaby love of heaven you’re taken away from me
Amazing grace and sermon said
To say goodbye
~
Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey
11/3/2015
Oh come with me ye boys and girls;
And what stops, I ask, the youth and the old?
Come ye of all age and gender,
I'll lead you to magic, wonders untold.
I lead you deep into woods, dreary and dark,
And moss-laid meadows by a rill and a brook,
Where dragons and demons cast their fiery spell,
Great venturings into quests are undertook.
Did you summon up fairies, is that your wish?
Or perhaps sinewed heroes, comely maidens you'd like.
I'll give them all, and some more, if that's your wish,
Perhap's you'd like some Zen, linked with maintaining your bike.
Most splendorous are my realms, on Earth and afar,
From dark Styx to Elysium, Valhalla's Halls,
To Barsoom and beyond to Syrius, and Dog,
I'll take you through great deserts, through Poseidon's squalls.
Or perhaps you'd prefer to hear from wizened old sages,
Of wisdom, of life, of what awaits you in the pale,
Or some sagas of survival, of heroic strife,
Maybe you want the telling of whodunnit tales.
I'll get tired of the telling, leave plenty unsaid
But you're sure to be richer by the tales in my book
I ask of you nothing, neither fee nor a price,
Just cosily curl with a tome in your favourite nook.
15 Apr 2016
~Let Go And Let God~
(Enclosed Rhyme)
Life is much richer since I know you
What a marvelous God I serve
You give us more than we deserve
You are with us every night and day
Let go and let God have his way
He's aware of all hardships we face
God also knows the outcome of race
Give your problems to him as you pray
Life is hard but with him we can be strong
Put on the armour of God everyday
Hand him your cares as you pray
Ask him for deliverance all day long
Seek him and you will find
God is everywhere in sight
So hang on to him with all your might
And just believe in your heart and mind.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
April.25.2016
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Poet’s Note: One of the last strong-holds of joint-family system, India, is breaking up. Old-parents, all-alone in lonely homes, have become a common sight. This poem depicts the fate of one such lonely mother.
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Two sons, one far across the continents,
His visits rarer than of a Blue Moon—
With some gifts to garnish his rustled guilt,
To cover up for time seldom given.
Another next-door close, and too far still,
Cared for money more than his old mother,
Parents he felt a needless burden were,
And incongruent with spirit of time,
He’s keen to sell her memory-filled house,
And place her in care of an old age home.
Both did well know what their mother wanted:
The one— far-off— hoped, she’d appreciate
That he can’t be home more often than now,
Both felt, their compulsions made immense sense.
Their visits dried like a helpless river
Handicapped by dams, much irrigated,
Her own concerns remained confined to her,
And left to fend for her fate long fated,
She aged fast trying to wipe own tears.
Age is no child of time, but faulting years.
Time was, not in a far off horizon
When children piled on mother’s ample bed,
Evening sun sliding through slotted windows,
She a rare focal point of their young life—
Childish cares, complaints, concerns, bed-time tales,
But that seemed like ancient time too far gone,
No use she thought hankering for spent time,
Now reduced to fragile vague memories!
Soon an old age home was lined up for her,
Her neighbours shaking incredulous heads.
It was of little practical use still,
For, no one had the time to intervene.
She was even taken there for a feel,
Perhaps to make the future shock less mean;
An old inmate showed her expensive shawl
Her son had sent, which, as a parcel came,
A telegram-like note and that was all;
Her wrinkled fingers on shawl, but what shame!
As she tried hard her hurt feelings to hide,
Best gift is time, she seemed to say as cried.
Time once was, richer her fabric of life,
Of late if life were rife, it was with strife! ________________________________________
Happenings | 08.03.2017 |