Long Souvenir Poems
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31st Of October Eve
Hark, brazen tis starry-eyed moon hath visit yon October night,
Dwelt autumn leaves hath slumbereth, for hazel eyes favor,
Pivotal moments adrift blesseth assured aims to thine wares,
Be humbled forthwith, and shew thy cares, be they knowest,
Dwelt autumn leaves hath slumbereth, for hazel eyes favor,
Whimsical path brews of small chatter of sought souvenir,
Be humbled forthwith, and shew thy cares, be they knowest,
Tap at the door, squeaks then echoes, unladen treats for sweets,
Whimsical path brews of small chatter of sought souvenir,
Pivotal moments adrift blesseth assured aims to thine wares,
Tap at the door, squeaks then echoes, unladen treats for sweets,
Hark, brazen tis starry-eyed moon hath visit yon October night.
2019 September 30
Poet's Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
When love went away...many many long years ago
A life of roller coasters
Ocean waves ---storm inside the brain---Titanic Blues --
A Dissipated Dream
A long nightmare ---Sleepless lullaby
Black and White rainbow ---
Kaleidoscope Heart ---Souvenir
Life spent all alone---
Colorblind Dreamscape
Wait for return,.. I miss you
Whispering trees---All remind me of you
Beyond the light--- My eternal grief
Canopy of Pain ---Graveyard of dreams
Echo came back---You Complete me..
Undeciphered.. The Horizon of Eternity
The Unknown---Unfinished poem
Deja vu---One sided Love...Silent Love...
Obsession ---Paradise
Love you Forever.
Dated 12 th of July 2019
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Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar
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Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore
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Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets
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Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers
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Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed
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Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries
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Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy
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Business pulse shows
Some transacting briskly;
Others just waiting
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Weekend bazaar
Cash and carry ventures;
Curious smiles escalate
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Buzz of discovery
Pretty and cute things;
Happy exchange
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Voices float and fill
Seekers finding wares;
Easy breezy bargains
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Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.
The gift exchange when relatives would meet.
Some traveled far to Grandma's little town.
The feast and seeing cousins such a treat!
We stayed and played until the sun went down.
The program at our church where all took part.
Our flock was small but talent did not lack.
The joyous songs; before we would depart ;
the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack!
No holiday to come could be as dear
as when I was a child in my eighth year!
For the "Christmas Past, Present or Future" Poetry contest of Kelly Deschler
(This was also the year my mother met my stepdad and we became a family of 9 instead of 5. A standout year, but also reminiscent of many of my childhood years at Christmas time in Iowa. With so many dear relatives now passed on, the past would be my time I would choose to revisit.)
I’d grown tired of Poe’s bells, having heard them diurnally,
until the birds performed on the rooftop.
—by Poet
The Soaring of the Bells
His wings swing to and fro; sonorous tweets
On top of the roof triangle.
Lifts, he floats, off tippy-top with tolling sweets.
Church bell in expectant jangle.
Do villagers notice what a poet holds dear?
She witnesses from the right angle.
Melancholia becomes a cherubim cheer.
Two small birds, now, ding-dong like a bell.
I’ll treasure this moment as a souvenir.
I’ve heard many a steeple song; all’s not well,
But the winged couple is merry.
A spry Disney-like dance with each decibel.
The soaring of the bells, a dulcet cherry.
A feather pen, in my eye pocket I carry.
Father’s Day Tribute to My Grandfather
Written on June 2, 2012
Updated on June 11, 2014
Resembling Groucho Marx as you aged,
I often found you dozing in
your favorite chair.
Perhaps, dreaming of your parents,
or when you arrived in America on Ellis Island
with your Mother and brothers?
Your tired skin was
a result of a working man’s life.
Your green tattoo on your arm
was a souvenir of your veteran status.
Always caring, you were the leader
of the team I was born into.
You protected the family psyche and integrity,
and wisely guided us with your voice of reason.
Even though you are no longer here in the physical world,
You are forever in my heart and soul.
D-eep darkness and clouds
A-re gone into the night;
I-mportant event begins,
S-tarting early in
Y-our sight.
M-idnight moon and haze
A-re nowhere to be seen;
R-ainful evening has ended,
C-rimson day will now begin.
I-nstant change of the wind shifts from cold chill to warm weather;
A-ir fresh from morning breeze brings dewdrop to the flower.
D-aisy in white and yellow yearns to enjoy the moment,
E-ventful occasion as it is, she wants to wear a beautiful garment.
C-elebrate your birthday
A-s the dawn has broken;
S-eventh month of the year,
T-en plus one makes eleven.
R-ight here in my hand, I am holding in your view;
O-ne simple but sweet souvenir, a fresh flower for you.
Remember yesterday
Remember the old days
Remember what we used to say
Remember the plays
Oh! We shall never forget
Because we are not set yet
Remember the luscious trips
Remember the hot lips
Remember the posh hotels
Remember the teeny motels
Oh! We shall not go into details
Oh! Remember the tattletales
Remember, remembrance
Of the good stuff and the nonsense
Remember, remember
When we were younger
Now we’re older, smarter
And wiser, we act dumb and dumber
Nobody knows why that we are like that
Thank God, we’re still normal and not fat
Like the strangers and the neighbors who are spying
And harassing us from winter to spring
Remember the good and bad times
That’s life. That’s letting the words and the rhymes
Flow like streams and rivers in autumn
The yellow leaves swim and slide per ton
Remember everything without discriminating
As we ponder, wonder, sigh, dream, and sing
And swing apart somewhere
Remember, remember.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
265.
My 43rd Leaf
Removed thee from tree
It's sturdy and tall
I think not native
Looks familiar but
Do not know its name
By the Trappist monks
Who live by in there
Or just a planter
Folk or foreigner
Don't know who planted
About to enter
The souvenir shop
Where we bought some goods
About 3 o'clock
On way to the wharf
Just in front the shop
Selling souvenirs
Foods and rosaries
Decors and softdrinks
A monastery
On field trip again
But first time in there
With Crim. 2 students
A new experience
That I should treasure!
-04/01/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
As the mercury soared above ninety degrees
We piled in the car and headed to the sea
It was dad, mom, sister and me
My sister was twelve, I was four years past three
Once on the beach we roamed around
I found a spot to build a sandcastle
Sis was talking, a boy she had found
And I with the sand, continued to "wrassle"
After a while I got bored
So I headed towards the water
I felt the waves lick my feet
And I ventured further to escape the heat
Suddenly, a big wave lifted me
And carried me out to sea
Back on shore, my sister was searching for me
At the top of her voice she shouted out my name
Her panic set in as she looked to see
If the mighty sea had claimed me
As her tears started to pour
Another wave brought me back to shore
After she saw me she dried her tears
And told me never again to venture out there
"Don't tell mom and dad," she made me swear
And then she gave me a seashell, it was my souvenir!