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He searches her face, scarcely remembering a time
He did not know her; seeing now her dark eyes
Surrounded by age and closed against the pain.
He searches her face, remembering the first time he saw her
Stepping lightly across the river carrying the basket filled with berries.
He searches her face, remembering for a moment the sparkling defiance
Brought about by the choice she made for love.
He searches her face, scarcely daring to hope her eyes will clear
And she will know him again, know him as once she did when their love was new.
He searches her face, willing her to come back,
To lose the demons that return again and again to steal her power
And shut her away from him.
He searches her face, not wanting to look away,
He softly speaks her name, Gimewanookwe, remembering the first time
He whispered her name in love.
He searches her face, smoothing back the graying hair, stroking the lines of pain,
Feeling the faint, weak pulse of her courageous heart.
He searches her face, he speaks her name again, Gimewanookwe, she whom I love,
Gimewanookwe, Rain Woman.
He searches her face, willing her to open her eyes, willing her to remember
And rise up from this bed, rise up and be healed of this crippling fever.
He searches her face, praying for a sign, praying she will return to him
As she was before the white man’s illness.
He searches her face, wondering where she will go when she passes from him,
For he knows she is nearly gone; he takes her gently in his arms.
He searches her face and hears the first drops of rain falling softly upon the quiet land;
He knows what he must do.
He searches her face as he gently lifts her from the bed; she weighs no more than a child.
He wraps the blanket tightly around his only love and carries her out into the night rain.
He searches her face as he lays her down on the grass beside the garden.
Rain falls softly on her face; the quiet touch of God
He watches her face; her eyes widen and brighten.
Once again he searches for life, then softly whispers her name, Gimewanookwe,
Before he gently closes her eyes.
{In Honor of Constance, the Rambling Poet,
in gratitude for inspiring this poem with her contest ‘Rain’.}
Angel emerald tears fall from Heaven's skies
Shooting stars throughout the planets --- Venus and Mars
Quietly sitting in my room and I write
To release my ambition and battle this fight
Silently hating myself in more ways than one
But so much love sitting on my heart --- it weighs a ton!
Waking beside my best, best, friend
Starting a family with him to defend
So much more then words to describe how I feel
The rights to my love --- I let him willingly steal
To guide me through his lovable embrace
Finding myself looking forward to his face
So many hurtful tears he wiped from my heart
I loved him unconditionally from the start
Can I be the one you see in the morning light,
The first one to greet you, and make everything right?
Can I be the first one you see when you close your eyes,
The last thought on your mind, the one that never dies?
Can I be the one to hold you so tight,
To keep you safe, to keep you warm, through the dark of night?
Can I be the one you point to, with pride and with glee,
In front of people, and say, "That's my love, that's me"?
I wanna love you with every fiber of my being,
With every breath, with every heartbeat, with every seeing,
I wanna love you with everything of me,
All of me is automatically yours, wild and free.
Can I be the one to add a smile on your face,
To bring joy to your life, to put a spark in your place?
Can I be the one to steal your heart,
To be your forever love, your every-part?
Be my best friend, my partner, my guide,
The one I can laugh with, gossip with, and hide,
The one I can play with, smile with, and be,
The one I can love more and more, wild and free.
The one and only one you need,
The one who'll love you, with every word, with every deed,
Can I be the one, the one you desire,
The one who'll set your heart on fire?
In your eyes, I see a love so true,
A love that's meant for me, and one that's meant for you,
Can I be the one to cherish and adore,
To love you more with each passing day, and forevermore?
Let's be love specialists, creating a love so real,
A love that will last, and forever feel,
Can I be the one, the one you choose,
The one who'll love you, with every fiber, every muse?
Future fakes are everywhere, they are contacting us from afar.
Future fakes want our all, our life, our money, our names, and more.
Future fakes, are tricky, they can steal your life, your money, your name, maybe even steal your face with a mask.
Fakes are people, that are working night and day, to steal your everything and make you sad.
Fakes are haters, haters of truth, of life, of all the things that are right.
Fakes are working to destroy, to make your life a living hell, like a storm that brews, they work and work to create a storm that will be like hell.
Fakes are everywhere, they try to make you a slave, to harm you and make you live a life of shame.
Fakes are people who like chaos they use their time and energy to make a mess, they like to divide, to spread hate, to cause fear, and make you never sleep.
Fakes are about so beware, and take care, be slow to trust, and move like a mouse, slow and cautious all through your life.
We ask God today to remove all the evil, the fakes, the ones that want to harm us, to let them go and live their way, far and far away from all of us.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
A familiar face
trying hard for history to be erased,
how fervent the lie
who is the thief that claims to stop the steal
is this nonsense for real?
Here he is again
pretending to be the savior of men
gathering followers close and tight
crying foul and the same old rhetoric
what keeps those with common sense from getting it?
History appears never to be learned
it's lessons easily spurned
disappearing in the wrinkled baggy pants
and the man returns once more
anxious to even his scores.
The party forms over to the right
stealing votes in the dark of night
old fogies too long in power
give free access to the lie
and conspiracies not once denied.
Be careful what you wish for
there is little access for the populace thru that door
and how easily we can fall behind again
releasing the freedom for which you yearn
as the ballot box and history is quickly burned.
Have a huge dream that seems so unachievable!
Be fearless and put up pictures of that dream all over your house.
Invite your God to mentor you and then close your ears.
As the world is replete with nay-sayers out to choke you with fear.
You think I am supercilious or dallying in a game?
No, this is so real, if you don't do this, you will find others or circumstances
to blame.
Most importantly, do go on a total news diet!
Total abstinence, please, oh please, just try it.
Read and listen to only things that uplift you heart.
Be very careful as what enters your mind, as all that becomes you.
And if suffering from any illness, do the best you can do,
Under no circumstances let it ever define you.
Don't let anyone ever steal your dreams!
Then your life can be the Creme de la Creme!
"All things come to those who believe."
August 10, 2019
9am PST
And so it begins...
A dazzling display of showmanship
A very stiff dance competition
Observed by a live audience
By four judges sitting in the front row
Meticulous; they don't miss a thing
The dancing prowess of every performer
The twirls, the shuffles, the oohs and aahs
The missteps, the works
Hoofers take to the dance floor
One after the other in pursuit of glory
Each one aiming to please
To steal the show, to come out on top
All dance routines ending
In thunderous applause
They all make it hard for the judges
To pick a sole winner
It's a mesmerizing experience...
And So It Begins Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 02/08/2019
I found myself in a store, you see.
A sign on a box said, "Buy This for Free!"
I thought it so strange, I must confess,
when I saw the label: "EMPTINESS".
Never was I one to turn down a deal,
so, I took it home - my goodness what a steal.
I opened it up and found...nothing there?
In disbelief, I could only stare.
I thought to myself, I think I'll pour it on
some cereal, and wow, it was gone.
Next, I poured it on my family and friends.
I never thought they would meet such ends.
So I emptied the box, which was then full,
and I'm telling you the truth - this ain't no bull.
My family and friends all came back to me,
and my life has returned to normalcy.
The moral of this story might not be clear.
It's simply that if what is not can appear,
what you have, can then soon be gone.
Now, isn't that something to think upon?
This is absolutely out of this universe
That a consummate kleptomaniac thinks
That he has the right to steal any ranks
Any rings, any votes, anybody in the hearse
This is scurrilously crazy to try steal
To commit murder on 5th. Ave. at midday
What kind of world is that? Doomsday
Must be around the corner, at the heal
Of the hills. A consummate kleptomaniac
Thinks that he can get away with murder
Any year, any month, any day, and any hour
Doesn't he think that God is constantly watching?
God is ubiquitous like the loitering air in the streets
God is listening carefully and writing the minutes
There's a time for the geese, a time for anything
There's a time for the pathological liar to get caught
Like a greedy whale, to be prosecuted after being cut
Profoundly by the sharp Shrapnel shell under the fence
A consummate kleptomaniac is bad news. His defense
Is no longer appropriate or strong. He is going under
Because nobody is above the law. Nobody can alter
God's final gavel. God is the sole Supreme at the altar.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I need to go back to school
Where I am not easy to fool
You think your funny
And are paid sums of money
Your life is a big deal
While my happiness you like to steal
It’s one lie right after another lie
All that’s left is a weakened sigh
The truth is nowhere to be found
Kindness is nowhere around
Mocking people with so much conviction
Mixing it up with some good old superstition
Makes a perfect recipe for something strong
To combat all the deceiving wrong
There’s a haunting chill
With telling lies as your thril
You sneak in a torture or two
Saying you don’t when you actually do
If the truth is supposed to set me free
Then I pray someday that will be me