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The voices of my present state and feelings echo
down into my mother’s sympathetic ears,
They resonate…in no barriers, she decodes
with her warm understanding and great love overflow.
She hears my footsteps on trails of joy and contentment,
giving me her smiles with supporting hands to go ahead;
She hears my footsteps on path of desolation or in tacit sadness,
Offering her breast and shoulder to lean on,
her loving pieces of advice uplift my spirit, wipe my tears and give me breath.
My fragile emotion easily restores and mends,
Oh, mother dear, your listening ears are your heart’s aesthete!
A rich tapestry of comfort, love and affection,
where all my sighs , fears and sentiments will be laid.
No child’s turgid words in my mother’s loving ears,
regardless of distance, she listens, embraces and cares,
With her sensitive radar system, she knows all my needs
like Tannoys - so loud, supersonic, she hears them all vibrate.
Her ears synch well with her loving heart
Amazingly entwine, they are twosome…
Oh, mother dear, may I touch lovingly your ears with my both hands,
may I touch your angelic aging face as I thank you so much,
This poem is especially for you, I’m sending it with a SWALK
Sealed With my Loving Kiss on this sweet Mother’s Day card.
*Tannoy s- systems of loudspeakers for making announcements
Written: May 9, 2015 10.40pm
-This poem is a loving dedication to my ever dearest mom who is here with me right now. She loves poetry so much. She was my first teacher in reciting poetry. I was inspired to write a free verse poem for her. This is my Mother’s Day gift for her along with my humble art works/ paints, Mother’s Day t-shirt and card.
May I also dedicate this poem to all mothers all over the world. More power and blessings to you all! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! MANY HUGS FROM ME!
First Place
Contest: Mother's Ears
Judged: 5/18/2015
Poet Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day
Contest Judged: 5/3/2022 7:00:00 PM
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Place 1
Solicitor,
Tiny gangster
Greatest showman of the all
Budding flower
Both open yet closed
To what is meant to be
A city without parks or tree's
A black and white
3D modern day television
With supersonic fibre internet connection 24/7
Trapped inside a spider's webb
complete with all the trimmings
Chock full of what every human desires drapped in skin of flesh
My precious
My lord that holdeth sway over the
1 true ring above them all
I beckon and await your call
Every second i betray
That which i was born to be
As i am walking slowly blind
Each day by day
Further into the devils mitts
Without you beside me to guide me
Anti-Poem — “Nuclear Noah”
i turned the white sidewalk extending to beverly boulevard
my street teeming with oozing life the stilled human voices
the decades dead coming out of their houses again coming
down the dim sidewalk wearing the colors of remembrance
electric mothers with babies on porches spying the galaxies
i saw them all watched them climb the open skies at sunset
their resurrected arms extending to the apexes to the stars
supersonic specter opens the chest plate carves the future
trumpet peels reverberate like singing priests at noon tide
the host is lifted the choirs of the redeemed drone on now
i saw them go up climbing spiraling upward into the tumult
nuclear noah with eyes of jasper descending to the throng
the dream door is closed is locked for seven black autumns
Uncomfortable Truths About Wars
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
And the worst of the sickest bombs
Of all: obvious racism at the borders
Life is never, never, never fair
Even in war, for many brothers and sisters
The shelling will not stop
Too many explosives are being popped
Innocent and young people are dying
And the hypocrites, the racists
The charlatans, the backstabbers
The murderers, the war-mongers
The cowards, the propagandists
The fakers, the sinners and the liars
Are on the very top of their games
What a shame! They shoot all blames
Toward the victims and the innocents
Remember the shameful wars
Remember the shattered lives
Remember the blaring sirens
Remember the supersonic sounds
Remember the deafening cries
Remember the powerful roars
The constant shelling makes no sense
Because children are being killed
That’s a lethal and deceptive ploy
Real humans should build
Not bomb, not destroy
I am pissed
For Peace
It’s shameful and despicable that no one wants
To live by the rules. Where is the common sense?
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
bring it on! ripple
hammer and thrum
yellow bees buzz
electric
nuclear
flaming
freely
notes
flying
fizzle
sizzle
crackling
deep-throated husky honey
run in golden warm fuzzy tones
seductive tingling sweet vanilla sauce
silky sticky smooth caramel flowing free
his saxophone slapping cool air sparkling
colors supersonic and flaring like fireworks
vibrant vibration tumbling tingling toes
pulsing souls resonating so deeply
captivating scintillating thrilling
C O L T R A N E
Rewrite - May 22, 2020
Brians Choice Q Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brain Strand
Surfing On Saturn’s Rings
Floating on the outer Phobe Ring with Saturn rising
Out of reach at supersonic speed, above ecliptic's cryptic spokes
Ready to fill the cavities of meteoroids for surfing at approach
Jet wave propulsion bounding from ring to ring upon my star board
Surfing alien surfaces, curling, singing through the systems swirling wheel
Sailing over micro rocks with glowing tiny asteroids of snow and ice
Into star dust clouds with a myriad of oddly shaped blue spikes
Down between the “D” and “A” Rings where moon particles converge
Pulled from left to right at cosmic speeds to reach its soul
With gravity as the key to force me through
Satellites are stretching, emerging on the deep
My equipment for this system is from Mars
Imports from the far off planet
Made from silver, titanium, and molten crystal beads
A surf board to the stars is starving for a start on micro parts
I come up for air above the “G” Ring, to see the giants staring there
Saturn with Titan by its side, filling in the foreign sky
Weighing down on me with ammonia oceans smiles at my size
On the horizon of Saturnian orchestrated rings
Meteoroids spin, singing on the beams of light
Paper planes and paper boats linger ever in my memory
As reminders of my joyful childhood days
My dreams and fancy used to soar high along with the planes
On seeing them first, how my curiosity happened to blaze
With much interest I watched them being made from paper
My elder siblings cut sheets of paper in square and folded them intact
In no time, planes were made with wings and pointed beaks
And they verily resembled the cute little sparrows in flight
Back from school, on sunny evenings, they would go out.
Though they tried their level best to make them fly,
Soon after 'take off', some would awkwardly crash land
Tottering and diving down, never rising into the expanse of the sky
As I watched them play outside in great excitement
I wished to join them and share their animated joy
But never was I allowed to go out, still seen as a 'babe'
Confined to home, I was content playing with my toy
As I grew up and started school, made paper planes myself
With friends, I enjoyed flying them into the sky
We frolicked with passing wind and flowing river
There was always something to keep our spirits high
Years have elapsed with the speed of supersonic planes
And as time pulled the blind on my carefree childhood
Those paper planes continue to remain as emblematic totems
Taking me to the sunlit alleys of bliss as I grapple with adulthood
August- 30.2022
Paper Airplanes Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
speed is a jetted supersonic speed
the light of speed is the light of a jetted speed
jetted is a jetted light of speed
supersonic is a light of a supersonic speed
light is a jetted light of speed
light is light of a jetted speed
mankind is morality mankind
morality speed is morality mankind
morality speed is morality supersonic speed
speed is morality speed
speed is morality speed of light
mankind speed of light is mankind speed of morality
mankind speed of light is mankind speed of light
mankind is mankind speed of light
speed of light is speed of mankind
speed of light is speed of light
morality light of speed is speed of light
morality speed is morality speed
morality is a light of morality
morality is a light of speed
speed is speed of morality
At first, there I was in the mind of God as He made preparations for me
As I would learn later, time was sailing, but I was not yet placed in its sphere.
Then the time for my formation arrived, and I stepped into that entity called time. I tell you, it was exciting! And as I felt the smooth watery vibrations, I came alive!
I was conceived and began to grow as time moved forward moment by moment. The moments turned into days and months; and by the 9th month, I was ready to exit. My mother nourished me from within her being until the time came for my birth. The time zone inside my mom was the same time that welcomed me on the outside.
In different segments or periods, time continued to fly from that point, waiting on no one. I was held and cared for so gently the first several periods of time until I began to crawl. I stumbled and fell many times and got up, but I could never catch up with the flight of time. Time was a real though invisible entity, never changing , and my little body was never constant.
As I grew from a little boy to a teenager, it seemed at times that time stood still.
The years seemed to crawl at the pace of snails, and I couldn’t wait to be 18.
Well, 18 finally came, and then the pain, and I wondered when things would change.
Well, romance came and then marriage; and kids followed soon after the wedding bells.
The career and the money came along with bills and never enough time for the thrills.
The kids turned from boys and girls into men and women, and we became empty nesters. It seems that’s when time began to take on supersonic wings and flew with the winds. At times I wanted to turn back the hands of time, but it was simply an impossibility. The next thing I knew, I was growing old and found myself signing up for social security.
O I know that the speed of time has remained the same since I hitched a ride 67 years ago. Nevertheless, sometimes I wish it would slow down and not come with the aches and pains. But still, I understand that God’s in charge, and though many things change, he’s always the same. So let time fly; and I’ll not be left behind, because I’m hitched to the wings God assigned for me.
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A kraken with red wings
Arrived in town, claiming a talent to sing
Lions roared with delight
Wanting to see, such an entertaining frozen water sight
Tigers seemed all right
Knowing their King was in the spotlight
Showing gridiron might
“You may need a rod and reel
That is how a mariner would deal
With this monstrous catch
In the oceans the fisherman needs to fetch”
Watching the seahawks
Stalk
The fishes
With wishes
Accompanied by tartar sauce dishes
Lions got into their car
Left the motor city bar
Engine pistons spewing flames
Supersonic attitude instigating power playing games
Deep into the night air
A Friday night audience relaxed enjoying the affair
Preparing for a scare
That could turn Jay Blue
Challenging the Canadians ‘are you through?”
No matter which two
Find the winning score
Belting one out having the American championship floor