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R.I.P. RICO
4/8/41—12/15/22
Spirit guide O spirit guide begin his journey
Take him through the colors
Amber, presence of God, fiery passion, wisdom,
and God’s anointing
Pink new life, Father’s heavenly care,
and Rose of Sharon
Silver, salvation and the Word of the Lord
Spirit close to home for these days
Soul will be freed to make its way
To the "Land of Ever Summer"
Fire is lit meanwhile to help guide his spirit
Dear Rico, may you rest in peace
I’ll miss your presence, your signature Aloha
I’ll make sure you won’t be forgotten
A limerick I’ll write about you, a bawdy one
And when I crumble who shall remember
That you ever were here
But there will be many have no fear
I was feeling grand like the leader of the band,
But you departed south to a Caribbean island; and it was
Just about the time I fell for you and was quickly set aflame.
I thought you would return, but back to me you never came.
Nevertheless, I got over you and never pouted or cast blame.
And then, after a long season, by chance, I saw you on a bus.
That's when I knew for sure; that was clearly the end of us.
So yes, you broke my heart, but I was able to make a new start.
Yes, I managed to overcome you, but I'm not saying that it wasn't hard.
You were very high class, but things started to unravel so very fast.
I had no reason to think that the joy we began to share wouldn't last.
No, you were not the first, and as time unfolded, you wouldn't be the last.
There were others who whispered sweet sounds into my ears and quietly passed. I'm no iron man, but this heart of mine became experienced in the school of aching, and it seems that each of my heartaches and breaks hurt differently than the last breaking. It hurts real bad when love ends so soon, striking at noon, and the flame is out by the entry of the moon. Maybe it was Memphis, or perhaps Sioux Falls or Chicago, or was it San Juan, Puerto Rico? The time came when it really didn't matter anymore; when I slowly closed the door and let it go. Funny thing about heartbreaks; they are unique but all feel the same, so filled with pain. I tell you, there is no shame, and I think that like the butterfly, I learned to fly from lessons 'in cocoons of strain'.
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Five days later the casket was lowered,
and Rico stood there with his red-haired wife,
she held up his two-year old daughter Jan,
he never felt more grateful for his life.
Things had gone much as Anthony had feared,
bureaucrats wrangling when he’d been seized,
even now they argued about justice,
cartels had lots of sway in that country.
He would have died, that much was obvious,
he had to admit, it filled him with rage,
many times he had been tempted to quit,
none would blame him if his mind had been swayed.
But then he remembered the killer’s words,
about his people, where loyalties lay,
and ironically, that man’s diatribe
was what convinced Rico that he should stay.
When all had been lost, and his life forfeit,
one of his own had come to save his life,
was not Anthony an American?
Had he not died doing what he felt right?
Were not many like him at this service?
Even the woman he held in his arms?
He felt that his people needed protection,
and he had the skills to keep them from harm.
So tomorrow he’d been back on the job,
not for governments or the games they played,
they and the cartels were not his people,
he had chosen the American way.
It was neither my first nor my last,
But it was unique and very different.
Sudden, strong, brief, and memorable.
Some 'Suddenly Things' are better than plans.
Some unforgettables were never meant for us.
And certain 'Brevities' are truly life savers.
It was much stronger than any before or after.
Soon after, there was a family emergency,
and she flew away to Puerto Rico. Our
relationship never got off the ground,
ending before it barely began.
A few years later, we saw each other on a
city bus and looked at each other as the
strangers we were. We both knew that
Through those years, it was over. I can't
speak for her, but I sense that we both
knew that it was meant to be that way.
My best recall says it happened way back in the
summer of 1969. I shall long remember that
one dark summer night, just the two of us,
away from the Chicago city lights, we kissed.
It was a kiss of a lifetime that took off like
a rocket but quickly burned out.
Lies in the large area of Atlandic deep
Betwixt Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda
A creepy, frightening, and mysterious reef
Formed the devil's triangle above atoll Barbuda
The heavily travelled shipping lanes of the globe
Where vessels vanished in mystic circumtances
Region where aircrafts routinely fly over and rove
But skippers and aviators still believe in chances
With the shot in the arm of weather satellites fly
Seen and noticed the unusual hexagonal clouds
Experts in atmospheric phenomena decrypt the sky
Hoped to save from deadly blast of water-air shrouds
Precioso Tano
May 13, 2017
Winter storm Blizzard, dangerous
White out conditions. An unassuming man
From Puerto Rico was driving in it, when
He and hundreds of others were forced to
Exit the interstate.
He was glad, as he had spent three hours
Driving a mere thirty-eight miles
“And when I was almost
Here three reindeer
Crossed the road In front of me,”
He Informed the TV man
“Deer,” the commentator responded.
The man did not understand.
“Yes, reindeer,” he said, Nodding his head.
Four notorious good ‘ole sit-around Charlies
At Joe’s coffee shop could not
Stop laughing as they watched
The telecast.
“Shh! He is on the other side of your
Divider,” their waitress told them.
They could not let up. It was too good.
“Santa,” one whispered
Rudolph,” another said.
The men in the flannel shirts could stop laughing,
As soon as the laughter resided, someone would
Throw out another idea and the booth would shake.
Sometimes they pounded the table.
They were wiping their eyes,
By the time their food came.
Unmercifully making fun of this outsider
Having no idea he was a world-renown
University professor who
Was recording their every word on the
Opposite side of that tiny plastic divider.
He made double his salary that year,
During a little sabbatical,
Promoting his book entitled
“The Blatant Rudeness of
Americans.” He was on Ellen too.
Welcome to Puerto Rico
You do not know Spanish?
No problem.
We will help you every step of the way.
Almost everybody here speaks two languages.
Reds, greens, blues, yellows
Colors flash from every direction
Each porch has multi-colored pots and plants.
My artist’s heart leaps with joy at the beauty of this place.
Watch out for the potholes!
Rent a jeep, and don’t worry about betting too close
Some streets are so narrow you can shake hands
With the other driver as you pass each other
At least you could pass a tortilla
Welcome to Puerto Rico
Where there is the beauty of the ocean
But also the possibility of a tsunami
Where friendly people will let you take photos
of their lives, their happiness, and their colors
Come, feel my pain, and cry with me:
grieving my loss to wind and sea.
As wailing winds mocked children's screams,
Maria washed away my dreams.
When a surge of water drowned Hope,
Puerto Rico struggled to cope.
To lose all, even who you are;
outweighs the loss of home or car.
Puerto Ricans felt all alone,
America's heart turned to stone.
Collapsed homes, with no walls or roofs;
get pimped by the news: out for spoofs.
No lights on in the streets and bars:
night skies were reclaimed by the stars.
And, as in a hypnotic trance:
Fear joined Death in a ghoulish dance.
Pray to God, if you feel you must,
but food and water's what I trust.
My life was destroyed on that day
as I watched bodies float away.
¡Ay, Borinquen!
Puerto Rico greets you first with sofrito
green pepper, cilantro, ajo
it sizzles like a drum roll,
pop-pop of oil in abuela’s pan.
Pernil hums slow,
sancocho thick as a secret kept between prayers.
The air tastes like hunger … and love.
¡Eh, tierra mía!
Listen …
the coquí keeps time with the tide,
congas talk back to the waves.
Salsa spills from open doors
bodies move like wind through cane.
A laugh- a clap- a heel to the ground
boom-boom, pa! boom-boom, pa!
The island don’t sleep … she sways.
¡Ay, mira eso!
Look how the sun kisses the sea,
painting gold over her blue dress.
Fish flash silver under glass water,
and the sky bends low to whisper,
“Welcome home, mi corazón.”
Colors here don’t fade — they sing.
¡Dale, abuela!
Her arms - soft thunder.
Her hug - drum and halo both.
She pulls you in till the world forgets its noise.
Sand trails your steps like a promise,
the sun warms your skin …
till you shine like honey.
¡Wepa!
Then comes the bite
pastelillos hot and bold,
cheese stretching like a song you don’t want to end.
Coco limber slides down sweet,
cold kiss on a summer tongue.
You close your eyes …
hear the drum again,
feel the island hum inside your chest.
¡Ay, Borinquen!
Every sense remembers you
every beat brings you back home.
I will love you until you can feel, hear
And fully comprehend my intentions.
It's not puppy love. It's about dedications.
I love you with an incredible passion, dear.
I'm serious and dedicated to our relationship.
I'll stop loving you until the rooster stops singing.
Is this clear? I will never quit loving you, darling.
Hence, you shall remain the captain of my ship.
The roo, the cock will never stop singing coco-rico,
Therefore, I will never stop loving you dear coucou.
Love must always be a two-way street with a rainbow
Where each angel plays a lute, a flute or a bamboo.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.