Long Romeo Poems
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Swings and roundabouts
Screams and shout-outs
Brought us together
Whatever the weather
Preschool drawings reminiscent
Heart shape cards always consistent
Childhood plays you Juliette
Romeo stands wishing duet
High school dances
Proms first romances
First nervous kisses
With occasional misses
Dates and fun with everyone
Young adult lives lived and sung
Words of love always spoken
Childhood vows said never broken
Life... choices collage
Careers higher knowledge
Work and play
Hoping some day
To see you somewhere...
Low and behold you where there
Me with mine
You in kind
On swings and roundabouts
I did loudly shout
Your scream cried
And love never died
2-3-19
OLD CHARLIE
Old Charlie played ball too long, and of course
He played with gusto, with real driving force
How his muscles, they ached
He cried out, For Goodness' sake!'
~ Today medics call this a 'charley horse.'
ROMEO
Romeo was a real hit with the girls
They swooned over his long hair's golden curls
Romeo had his way
And proceeded to say
"You'll just love the flag of Rome I unfurl!"
HOCUS-POCUS
Jessica could fix computer glitches
Did so with words, without any hitches
She said, "Hocus-pocus,
Computer, please focus."
But the software, she left it in stitches
They won’t stop
I mean my friends
May be, we won’t stop
Think that is better
But for my Gunner friend
Charming light-complexioned
Fine boy, we all know
A smooth talking orator
An Engineer with a rare wisdom
With a posh car to cruise
Heaven was let loose on them his preys
A Gunner indeed,
Lost count of his prey cousins.
Cock barely crows
Before he landed on this day
Defying the heavy down pour
To come to a friend slaughter-alter
Smiling radiantly . . . un-endlessly
Suddenly became nice unusually
Why? Oh! He came for his prey cousin
She it who is at a friend’s wedlock.
His prey cousin whose name I know not
For her, he salivate . . . savor to Romeo
But he already has a Juliet
The one he ringed five moons ago
A dark-complexioned Queen
He ignited with a protruding belly.
Oh! On this day for the prey
He looked sportingly smart
In a Jean, T-shirt and a fez cap
He waited endlessly for his cousin.
Feigning to be calm
But obviously not cool
Despite heavy clatter of water above
For he desires desperately
To run gun shot on his cousin
What kind of cousin is this?
He paces round the Abattoir room
As her voice echoes in his ear
“I’m sorry, I’m coming
Please, wait for me love
I’m still in the wedding”.
Perturbed, yet pretends not disturbed
For there was no sight of her
He hissed countlessly
It was five hours past noon
Before I yawned twice
Time ran off me like a wild fire
Darkness took over the firmament
It dawned on the Gunner
No cousin prey to gun down today
A brighter day for the potbelly Juliet
It was a bad day for the Romeo Gunner.
By Parizo Van Thulare
Now you realize life after matric is not child's play
Now you realize nobody chose to stay
Now you see the reasons beyond the grinding
Being independent is not as easy as you thought
Bieng a tangent is not as easy as you were taught
Here we do practicals
No theory is of existence
When the genius dance above the law
We are the first suspects
When Romeo breaks Juliet
We are the first to be given names
It's a race of mankind versus patience
A war between money and love
A match between fame and success
Only few get to choose
The majority get to loose
What you have been told then
Becomes addition to points of Cardinal
That one which we poke
When there is still hope
The one that we poke
When we become broke
Wishing time was an R line
So we change gears and it displays reverse lights
So we all jump in and go back to life
Back when we knew nothing about worries
When we were just babies in napkins
Dreams become reality in television
In real life they don't exist
Welcome to my world
Here we fight only for survival
Summer’s Sparkling Journey
Swinging, sideways we two, in a striped hammock.
Green, grand,leaves that grinned, engraving our love on
summer’s clock.
Hearts, your hands, holding our summer’s warm heaven.
Wishing, wanting, now, to be, excited and thirteen again.
Graceful,gravel beneath our soft feet at eve.
Mr. Moon's magical, romantic secret, mystery,
That desirous, tan glow on your face, ever melodically sweet.
Delicious, delightful, lips that ever so full, did softly meet.
Secretly, did, we, like Romeo and Juliet, did in barefoot feet,
Meet so soft.
Sparking stars, observed us, under moon glass, kiss under stars,
aloft!
7/15/2024
Blue and wide is the blanket we have spread absorbing the sun's heat,
Enamored as Romeo and Juliet we feel what they felt: an increasing heartbeat;
Anticipating soft touches, followed by ardent kisses until moonlight arrives...
Cuddled as they were, we ignore the glances of everyone taken by surprise.
Hushed words must remain whispers, if we are to satisfy our sensual needs.
Bottles filled with messages are brought in by rolling waves, is ours still unread?
Lovely seagulls gather on splashing rocks, watching a lonely lady who weeps,
Another heartbreak for someone who was happy in life, now completely sad;
Knowing the pain of betrayal, she will learn by error not to trust anyone again.
Enticed by desire, we must roll back onto that soft blanket and revive romance,
Totally unaware of our surroundings, we lose ourselves and become intense;
Beholding what others never do, we know that faithful lovers always win.
There's exceeding joy, an indefinite yearning to explore love in ways so new,
Neither the distant stars nor the close moon refuse to shine on a blanket for two;
Grand as ever is their presence, luminous and breath-taking is their gleam...
Onward they will slowly move, while we still embrace and continue to dream.
Panic shook her spinal cord
Her hands trembles with troubles
Her voice became thicker and deeper
Like that of a baritone
Losing count of her made calls
To her kinsmen since morning
Where could he be?
What could have happened to him?
Flashing backward to the faithful day
At the altar, Six over a Silver Jubilee
Long enough indeed, she wept
Could he have . . . ?
When? How? Why? Where?
All rose to the fore
Hmmmm!!! Liar, the devil remains
I rang the ring unto her ears
It has occurred ! ! !
The moving house tumbled
And rumbled four times
Leaving some in a trance
Few on a flit far beyond the planet
Conversing only with the Angels
To get a visa, others crashed in
Without any clearance for the beyond
Alas! We got to know where he hid
He is at the Casualty where
Casualties of variance floods
Right there in “Ibadan,” at the UCH
Where Physicians are churned out
Only in their hundreds.
His bones where pictorially fixed
A slight fracture with no serious fraction
Occurred only at the Lumbar region
In pains, he laughed
Assuring many wishers of God’s own
Operation on him with the heavenly hosts
No “poblem” he averred
With radiating smile of faith similar to that of
The seed of Mustard that can move it all
In any event, he is a Clergy.
My Mummy arrived the day next
Tears stood akimbo on her face
But for the fear of the Physicians she knelt
Beside the bed of her loving Romeo
She prayed and kissed him in a jivy
As the Clergy’s only daughter holds tears no bar
At last, the Clergy who got lost in a road mishap
En-route “Guru –Marahaji way” was found
Smiling twenty healthy more years ahead.
Alayande Stephen.T
6th of November,2005
1.25pm
Form:
My Mother in ER
You were more beautiful in death than in life.
I don't understand what painter God sent,
to turn you into a sleeping goddess.
I only know His name was clearly upon you.
There was no gratuitous embalming or a
touch of human make upon you.
Yet.....Mom, you looked like a young Juliet most truly!
With a divine golden essence to your hair,
And skin so relaxed and so rosy.
Going to meet Dad, your Romeo.
I just knew he was waiting for you!
I could have stood there for hours, gazing
at your glorious inner peace.
Right there in ER,where we prayed over you with Bible,
wet from our tears,
While you were en route to greater celestial
spheres!
I love you, Mom...
Panagiota Romios
4/5/2019
japanese actresses
a japanese script
with english sub
titles tell of a
plot twist
and why
not
the seven samurais
turned western
but this more
classically
set romeo
and juliet
as at
both female leads not
as at stratford and
avon where boys
were woman
because of
a higher
voice
but avant-guarde
where the duel
en garde took
the path of
no going
back
but
now as two women
become one in
lost lips of a
poisoned
kiss for
this tis
of the
lost letters and words
of a word smith no
as it's been said
wasn't written
by he who
shakes
his
spear but i'd
like my bacon
well done even
so Crispin Glover
could utter scenes
of balconies but not
to wait for the coming
sun
Form:
Good luck, if you are searching for love on line
Love cannot be brought or sold, real love is found
Haphazardly. There is no pattern, no real bound
No formula, no history, no cup and no special line.
On the internet, one can find countless problems
And hazards. Love can be like a dream, an illusion
Few are blessed and lucky to find exceptional gems
Sparkling on the busy boulevard or on the horizon.
Love, on line, ain’t love. Puppy love is for amateurs
Romeo would have never gone on line searching for
Juliet. Old time lovers used to write romantic letters.
We know that it’s another time. There are beasts that roar
Even when they’re happy. Searching for love on the internet
Is like playing Russian roulette. This is a warning not a bet.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.