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Massil with Carn Mor Dearg
you rear up in massive bulk
Devonia volcano with collapsed dome
proud you stand against darkening skies
Many to your summit climb
wary of your cloud chambers
us mortals tremble at your storms
forked lightening flashing deadly bolts
Venomous mountain your Gaelic name
at your summit a series of ring dikes
your slope longest and steepest in this Isle
wide open your vast plateau, nay shelter here
Dropping to Glen Bennis Nibheis as you descend
be sure to visit the Glen's distillery for a dram
savour Usige Beatha" a taste of heaven for sure
Look up and wonder at the beauty of Beinn Nibheis
originally written 03/09/2013
As most of you will know Beinn Nibheis is Ben Nevis which in Gaelic meaning venomous
or malicious mountain, in a 5 year period responsible for 13 deaths. Usige Beatha means
water of life in Gaelic Massil means twinned with
Some people think knots are for boy scouts and sailors
Cowboys, hangmen,Anglers and whalers
But knots have many jobs to do
To make this point I'll name a few
turning two heavy ropes into one?
The Carrick bend will get that done.
Do you need a loop at your rope's end?
On the figure eight you can depend.
Are you scaling walls of the steepest pitch?
You'ld be wise to perfect your Munter hitch.
Are you fishing one line, but wishing for two?
The Bimini twist can make that come true.
Please judge your knots by function and form
For if you tie them wrong
Your fish could be lost, Your boat could get tossed
Or your plummet could be mighty long
Here comes the judge contest
Listen listen to my tale the glory
Listen to my love song I call stories
It's of a tale of life and love
Where as peace and heaven lies above
~
Tell tales of lore of love nobody knows
The love stories
Tell psalms of praises to the Lord of Holy
Those love stories
~
Farewell best friend I've enjoy seeing you again
All in, I'm all in
Listen listen to my tale the glory
Listen to my love song I call stories
It's of a tale of life and love
Where as peace and heaven lies above
la la la la la la la Ola la la la
la la la la la la la Ola la la la
Stories
I will read until the sun comes down
Turn on my reading lamp and read until dawn
All I long for are the words and books
Let me, let me read and look....(upon)
Stories
Long have I wondered when I could;
sing of a bedtime lullaby;
And listen as my tale begins to end
Listen, listen to my tale of the glory
Listen to my love songs I shall call
Stories, Stories
How long has it been
I've been dreaming much too long
How long has it been
That I've not known right from wrong
Listen listen to my tale the glory
Listen to my love song I call stories
It's of a tale of life and love
Where as peace and heaven lies above
~
Sneaking out past the northeast wind
Driving down life stony road
Climbing up hell's steepest mountain
Seeking out the fire lights secrets goal
Tales venturing forth surpassing times in all it's woo's-oh
Who is the keeper's friend
How is he to know just what's in
Who is the one who caged the animals trainers, animals
How is he to know just what's in
Hidden books filled with
How long has it been
I've been dreaming much too long
How long has it been
That I've not known right from wrong
Listen listen to my tale the glory
Listen to my love song I call stories
It's of a tale of life and love
Where as peace and heaven lies above
la la la la la la la Ola la la la
la la la la la la la Ola la la la
Stories
10/24/70
written by James Edward Lee
I don’t want what everybody has, that’s just not for me,
I look for one that’s different, not everyone’s cup of tea.
She’s not red and loud and flashy, racing down the track;
She’s not afraid to get muddy, but still looks good in black.
I want to take her top off, so she’ll blow back my hair,
Wide open with the doors off, so I can feel the air.
I would take her places, beautiful and warm,
But take comfort in the knowledge, she drives well through a storm
We’d take the road less traveled, not fearing hill or ditch,
And scale the steepest mountain, regardless of the pitch.
We’d get good and dirty, discover brand new places;
With the flashes of the fireworks lighting up our faces.
Get the water steamy, tear a piece out of my shirt,
Work up a good lather and caress away the dirt.
I’d take such good care of her, work to make her shine,
Marvel at her sparkle, and smile because she’s mine.
The human heart is built to be bent
An organ meant to change and mend.
But in order to adapt and truly grow,
It faces storms and dark snow.
Like that time you fell off of your bike,
A childhood scrape, a painful spike
But the bruises fade, the crying ends,
And that won't stop the path you trend
Or when at sweet sixteen you find
Your first heartbreak that leaves you behind;
A dull uncomfortable ache
Yet one you know you’ll surely break.
But oh, the pain that cuts the heart deepest
Where mountains seem to be the steepest
The fear that you are not enough
To be yourself when life gets rough.
You wonder if this grief will stay,
Or if it ever goes away
But hear me now, you must believe,
This heavy pain will also leave.
People don't see the one inside,
The person that you try to hide.
So we are given the task
To strip away the heavy mask
Life doesn’t stop, it doesn't wait,
It moves beyond fate
This endless life we’re walking through
Is like a book of faded hue
Its a coloring book of black and white
Just waiting for a splash of light.
So fill the pages, bright and bold,
Before the final tale is told
I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!
It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!
I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!
" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey,
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "
Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
And the slave trade in the western hemisphere
And in the world
The first to practice absolute equality
Among men and women on this sphere
And throughout the world
Stop meddling and interfering detrimentally with Haiti
Leave Haiti alone to be absolutely free
Haiti is the first nation to dig up and plant the seed of freedom
For the world to unfortunately follow with pure hypocrisy
Haiti is the first country to denounce false democracy
Haiti is the first leader to choose martyrdom
The first oasis to defeat colonialism in the Americas
Haiti is where was born the first buzz of jazz
The first beat and cry of “We Shall Overcome”
Haiti is the first country that they tried to betray
Haitians are the first unsung Heroes to die for Liberty and Freedom
Thanks to Haiti that many people are living free today
Since Haiti had spread the incense throughout the world
“Live free or die; Freedom or Death”. Leave Haiti alone to live
They made Haiti poor, undesirable, dangerous and unsafe
By supplying weapons to knuckle heads, teenagers and youngsters
They damned Haiti with crazy terrorists, thieves, bandits and gangsters
In daylight, they tried to push Haiti down the steepest cliff
Yes, they robbed, looted, poisoned, and they miserably failed
To dwarf, to kill Haiti and his noble dreams after numerous invasions. Leave
Leave Haiti so Haiti can be Haiti, let Haiti swim as Haiti pleases
Regardless of what one hears
Haiti is a nice piece of land with smart and proud Nègres
And brave and valiant men and women with small and big toes
Who will fight and shed blood, sweat and tears
To defend Haiti Chérie. Give justice to Haiti by any means
And help Haiti getting rid of the ungrateful criminals and the vermins
Haiti will underwhelm, rise and rise again in the Caribbean Seas
Because Haiti is peaceful, patient, lovely, adamant and resilient
Haiti’s children are watching and they are highly intelligent.
N.B. By the way, Nègres like ******* is not offensive to us, Haitians, however, ‘nizzers’ is insulting.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I spend each wakeful night in search of evasive sleep.
An unwelcomed vigil denies me peaceful rest.
I've need to bury his haunting specter somewhere deep;
entombing forever my perpetual uninvited guest.
Close my weary eyes, appears the vision of his face.
His smile plays over me in sweet unbridled song.
If I could rip out my eyes as easily as tattering lace,
Would insomnolence not taunt me all night long?
How long must I remain my heart's shackled possession?
Will this nocturnal torment never reach an end?
No response have I heard to either of these questions.
My heart is not content to simply call him, "friend."
I've foolishly assigned myself a Herculean task,
To believe from its grasp, my heart will set me free.
I'm paying the steepest price that love alone can ask.
Why, treacherous heart, why have you betrayed me?
Swathes of house strewn hills bathe in after storm sunlight brave
Shocks heavy clouds, knocks gloom away, spotlight locks
Bay's grey sparkle, renewed day brightens, strollers stay
Proud steel bridge carries loud traffic witnessing lifting cloud
Cornelian Bay, revealing lopsided boat sheds remember fish reeling
Domain central space retains natural bush, wildlife remains
Mount Wellington counts months of snow cap, close to town
City called Hobart, unassuming pretty place, subject of this ditty
Sandy Bay, scenic, handy to City, it's here if anywhere to dress dandy
Battery Point deserves flattery, colonial cottages, harbour view smattering
Mona, incredible art loner, architectural wonder, prominent owner
Views from too many places, water inescapable, fresh blue
Gazania's cheerful mania sprawl on steepest hills of Tasmania
Devils ravage meat, dishevel opponents, fight decides levels
Top to tail drive pops frequent amazement, close sea stops
Road journey slowed only by photo moments, memory furrowed
Isle induces many a smile, slow pace invites visitors stay a while.
25th July 2020
Observe Contest
Funam Makanam
Three Rhymes per line
Written: May 2nd, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Seth Pina
Based on the Poem: The Artist
5th place contest winner
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It begins as a breath, barely born—
a lucent little longing that should have stayed liminal,
Yet it irrupts, unabated,
threading itself through the chiaroscuro of my thoughts.
I tell myself it is otiose,
a passing flicker, a quixotic quirk of the mind—
but it grows tensile, treacle-thick,
a rumbustious rhapsody refusing to evanesce.
Your name—your very sobriquet—
becomes a mellifluous mantra,
an epizeuxis echoing in the marrow,
a chant I never meant to memorize.
I wander through hours like a wayward opsimath,
learning too late how fixation forms its own theology—
how a single presence can become
a sacrosanct symbiosis of ache and awe.
Every thought is festooned with your outline,
every silence redolent with your imagined breath;
even the air feels janiform,
half mine, half yours,
as if the world itself has chosen sides.
I try to exculpate myself
from this inchoate imbroglio,
but obsession is a sagacious sherpa—
It knows the steepest path
and drags me up it anyway.
And still—
beneath the nadir of night,
in the hush where hubris dissolves—
I feel the truth unfurl:
That obsession is not hunger,
nor hubris,
nor hecatomb of reason—
but the amaranthine ache
of wanting to witness beauty
so completely
that it finally
witnesses you back.