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Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
And Squirrel and Nightingale in a state of horror.
Flower of one of the most somber and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.
Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the stars and the sparks,
The abandoned branches and the rods floating in the parks.
Copyright 1997 Hebert Logerie
Author of Sparkles of Love recently published by Xlibris.com.
Copyright © October 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
French version
Fleur d'Automne
Fleur jaune, fleur triste, fleur pâle;
Le soleil t'a brûlée et la pluie t'a échaudée;
Fleur mûre, fleur maturée, fleur immaculée;
Malgré tout, tu as gardé ta beauté phénoménale.
Les feuilles à moitié jaunes et à moitié vertes
Essaient de porter tes belles couleurs.
La nature et la faune sont inconsolables et en pleurs,
Les écureuils et les rossignols sont en état d'alerte.
Fleur d'une de la plus sombre et romantique saison,
Laisse-moi admirer ta beauté exceptionnelle
Et savourer encore ta douce et délicieuse salive.
Fleur, je viendrai, ce soir, m'étendre sur ton gazon.
Viens admirer les étoiles, les étincelles,
Les branches et les tiges abandonnées dans la rive.
Copyright © March 2008, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
I want to make a comment to anyone who might read this poem. It caused a huge sensation when I first published it on FaceBook. I started receiving hundreds of friend requests daily. It honestly frightened me. I am deeply sorry if I offend anyone. My poetry comes from the air and often it is sad, sometimes angry.
I wonder if we realize how vital a friendship is?
How Highly; Jesus, the man,
valued friendships’ bond above a mortal life,
And beseeched His Father, in that tortured night,
Not to leave us alone.
Such need is met in a frightened broken soul
by the gentle touch of a friend’s gentle hand?
Rejection –
without pardon,
can rive the best.
Lost hope,
when abandoned,
rend us fragile and alone.
Can our friendships not endure strong to the test?
As penitent prodigals, we all seek our way home.
Desperately we grapple for this sought reprieve
So that none may be lost? No-one turned aside?
Denied gracious acceptance,
A loving embrace, mercies sweet freedom;
That all joy may increase?
Why do we choose to abandon each other?
Withholding forgiveness, and restoration
From a weaker, stumbling brother.
Who bears the greater judgment?
As we condemn one another!
What sad insanity,
Broken vows from wanton need!
We turn aside,
crush their pearls,
Watch them bleed!
Who cares?
They are not at a place
to meet our own spiritual needs!
The selfishness of this current age,
Is appalling to behold!
Leaving ashes in our wake…
“Ichabod” cries the Holy One!
As faltering hearts’ grow cold.
04/02/2019
Form:
For Loni Anderson her precious hi!
A sense Herb smiles inside for sigh
And then to speak to caller live
And crush his hopes informed for rive
And know his name as any fool
A customer, a dignatory, a Right of Yule
To be the play a Jennifer Love
And that for saying "Goodbye" for of
A chance to be the cooler man
Impressed by Jenny and left for fan
To be her duel, a better man
And Herb for effort, shrink back for can
And see her right - receptionist
To be to carry elrectionist
Of all she worries her uptight men
Not worthy looks but what they crein
To be the workers a woman wants
But not on phone, too long means braints
And to be simple not want to her
But what the heck - pass by for tour
And keep her happy for loving spell
To say she's beauty and no due tell
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Meet me back on those effervescent days;
Let’s swing on shafts of their lingering light,
Like our childhood hero in vine-borne flight,
Till we’re again in that sun-swaddled place,
Where once we were colts free to roam and race,
On meadows with dews of innocence bright,
And friendship’s rainbow arching every sight,
Before we were called to the adults’ maze.
Let us leap across the years, my dear friend;
Though our bodies may balk, our minds are lithe.
On the playground of our youth we shall land,
Where birds still kiss the sky, stingless bees hive,
And our mischief roiled through a drowsy glen
Whose slumber still our laughing echoes rive.
I walk the path of Human Secrecy
I belong in no Shelf
I put no labels to Myself
Hopeless of Heaven
Fearless of Hell
Unraveled my mind
Evoking turmoil in my Soul
In the mystery of my own Disguise
A stranger to my own Thoughts
Cradled with a Heartless Rive
That sees no boundaries
The emancipation of my mind
Subversive at its extreme
An agile Intricacy
The darkest part of my Soul
Where despotism forbids Denunciation
I've a mind of the highest Distinction
That holds me by the hand
Silently Saying
Look, Listen and Learn
I seek to understand
Rather than be understood
When God himself is in the Rough
It's time to summon Satan's Hell..
His lines he always wanted to shine
With éclat and style mingled fine
To bedazzle and strike with awe
Those who bothered to read a line
For hours on end, would he ponder
On how he could rive you asunder
With some poetic turn of phrase
Perfectly pointed sans all blunder
Listen to what he learned at last
Content when he was with his writing cast
Easy on the ear, loud and clear
Words were raining down somewhat thick and fast
A maestro, he remembered one day
Had told him of some versed in display
Who sadly think have a lot to say
Yet, their dead words at the moon but bay
Flowing, flaying, flaming, fighting
Blowing, playing, blaming, biting
Loving, loathing, baring, clothing
All this juxtaposed in your writing
Fails to offer what it does take
To pregnant poetry make
Poetry boils from within
Insight absent, it will not take
Soulless words will never congeal
The pest of pomp, you can’t conceal
“Good wine needs no bush”, said the poet
The wise take not the fruit for the peel
The epiphany shook him to his sense
His lines now seemed a pile of nonsense
From here to Timbuktu, he thought
Ran the serpentine to eloquence
Poetasters push the pen too hard
They throw a wheel if you would regard
Literary knowledge is not enough
It takes more wisdom to be a bard
it was a happenstance meeting and perchance my destiny,
my fate or maybe it was to be my doom-
I had been walking the woods alone and he came to me
a handsome stranger, hypnotic . . .
how I found myself in this place is uncertain but
the walls are damp and musty and draped with moss
I hear dripping water echoing from somewhere and I tremble
yet, I somehow already love him . . .
I brush his dank raven hair from his forehead
the tendrils soft as a spiders web
oh, surely this is reckless folly . . .
slowly his kisses follow the contour of my neck
and his whispers are like a drug to my soul
my hair flows like a dark rive, and
the promise between us are words unsaid . . .
I sigh and moan, and
my heart flutters and quivers with desire
all thoughts of my life drift away
all the scars have gone in this surreal love
and I have left the ravaged garden that I called living
red- a daub of blood trickles from his lips
and I kiss the smear away hungrily . . .
suddenly, a wafting gust of wind is whirling
around us and we hover in a forever
eternal
embrace . . .
_________________________
January 17, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Eternal Embrace
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1105-728-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge, Bardenesque
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
S hare God’s blessings and show love everyday
P retty smiles around without flowers are just ok
R ender loving services and always be nice
E nthusiastically give without expecting a prize.
A lways show positive outlook
D rive someone’s gut when one’s broke
I ncrease one’s energy with uplifting and inspiring words
N urture each other with patience and kindness that
G enerate understanding and unity in this world.
H ave faith in oneself, others and above all to God
A gift to everyone is a life to enjoy, not to be sad
P roduce happiness accepting everyone and their weaknesses
P eacemakers-- we must, to be blessed in God’s fullness.
I n spreading happiness, it always starts from our family
N eighbors after relatives, then friends- a heavenly joy will be!
E mpathy and sympathy for all especially the poor and the needy
S elfless act of kind-caring sandwiched well with generosity
S preading happiness while witnessing the gospel is the mighty key.
abandoned beautiful child wandering like a lost leaf
all she can do is quiver as rain splinters fall like a river
her name was Clara and she has scary thoughts chimera
she has "tattered, tangled, tatty" hair with eyes aching
she is "hungry, hunched, hurt" a fragment in a chasm abysm
"dangerous, dark, daunting" doorways she seeks as a sleeping place
frail, gaunt, helpless her spirit is disconnected and broken_
in the morn' dead on the cement . . . ending her torment
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September 12, 2022
Poetry/Verse/FRAGMENT
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1486-757-12
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 'The A's Have It '
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 10/02/2022
Fourth Place
There's a light way deep inside
I no longer have to hide
I opened up and not afraid
To finally face the life I've made
My past always had me scared
Leading me to who knows where
I never had a plan in mind
Thinking I would ever find
Happiness, I only knew
Pain and sorrow as I grew
Nobody to shelter me
From all of the misery
I felt every single day
It stayed, never going away
Days, weeks, months, and even years
Filled me with millions of tears
Flowing like a rive of
Not knowing the kind of love
Others have known, they are lucky
Not to live a life as sucky
Like mine was until the day
You threw my whole past away
Now the darkness is gone forever
Your love cut apart to sever
All the loneliness I've felt
One look at you and I melt