Long Teems Poems
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Shush ...did you hear
Last evening a huge camel
With an orange coloured neck
Managed to enter my silent room
Where no broom had worked for a long time
The doors and windows
Had been kept closed
Declining all inclined wind
The long neck was in two minds
To do or not to do
The plenty of lonely food
Ready to connive with renewed fervor
Emboldened the animal to lodge indefinitely
Shush ... did you ever hear
The camel emptied the canopy
Of all the clouds
The volcano kept the lava flowing on
Flattening all my cups and cones
Doctors said the camel must be expelled
In painting with the blues the camel excelled
The poetry you wrote in my notebook
Now teems with the camels
The bitter biting wind howls around my face
I’m out on the moors: such a desolate place
Dark clouds are gathering straight ahead
Wish I was at home safe in my bed
Streaks of golden lightning fill up the sky
Vivid flashes of white flash in my eye
Thunder claps deafen me, I cover my ears
Not been in a storm like this for many many years
Lightning forks fill me with fascination
I wait for the next one with great anticipation
Lighting up the sky like a massive floodlight
Thunder and lightning such a pure delight
I shelter safely by the gnarled oak tree
Its wizened old branches shielding me
Rain teems down but I am safe and dry
I shelter safely until the storm passes by
Written for Shadow Hamilton’s Storms Contest
06-29-14
~awarded 3rd place~
I love to love and to your love receive
I love to give love and have you give back to me.
But the love with which I love, do you truly believe
That this love with which I love forever true will be?
I cannot easily with paint, oil, or chalk pastels
Show the dimensions or sincerity of the love in my heart.
But upon paper, with pen, my hand my soul spills
To, perhaps, show my devotion, if not the whole, than in part.
Fresh fallen snow upon mountainside
As sun’s radiant glow brings new light.
In scenes like so does my love reside
And as the sun does show, it burns rather bright.
The burning in my heart is not an ordinary flame.
This fire requires not any ember base.
It needs not substance, thus one cannot it tame.
It burns because it burns, and forever shall it blaze.
And of course the clichés it makes me believe
For you take a bullet, drink death, I would indeed.
It pains me to say I would leave you to grieve.
Yes, for your sake, for you to save, I would become the deceased.
But that devotion is too easy, to me, it seems.
Death is just a moment and for the dying passes quickly.
But while life in these veins flows, while it teems.
Evermore your devoted I will be and spend e’ery breath to give you love joyously.
Jonathan J. 1-29-2014
Colors are the King's delight at first light.
A shepherd’s green pasture and quiet streams
in piquant blues. Eden’s unbruised fruit teems.
The shadows waning, bittersweet’s delight
of the sun’s yolk and clementine so bright.
Steps in Adam and Eve in ripened dreams.
Colors are the King’s delight.
Lashes blood red - God’s mercy pure snow white.
Wet from tears and the torrent, the cross screams,
crushing the serpent’s head - satanic schemes.
Christ-redemption of a black and blue knight.
Colors are the King’s delight.
10/12/2022
Contest: Rousing Rondine
SPONSOR: Jeff Kyser
Turn where the willow's tears still fall,
And follow where the river's call,
Through meadows green beyond the wall,
Where whispers echo down the hall
Of ancient secrets, big and small.
Cross over bridges spun from dreams,
Through shimmering, sun-dappled streams.
The path forks left on fairy gleams,
To where the lonely star-seed teems
Upon a hill of pastel schemes.
And when the twilight paints the sky,
Where sleepy clouds go floating by,
You'll see a garden, low and high,
Where painted stones with magic lie,
Beneath the watch of one small fly.
A waterfall of silver sighs
Will lead you past the startled eyes
Of little gnomes who tell no lies,
To where the golden poppy tries
To touch the home that never dies.
(Lyrics for Peter White's "Life's Story")
Life can be a cruise, a lovely cruise.
There’s no time to lose. Don’t delay this voyage.
Life can be a cruise, so come and take my hand.
We will leave dry land and sail out onto the sea.
The aqua waves are spilling brilliant diamonds,
for the sun I love is out there glittering…. prettily.
We’ll be drifting on those ocean waves.
To the left or to the right,
we will sail both day and night.
Farther out we’ll go, with so much to see
and so much to do. How I want to go with you!
Life can be a cruise, so come and take my hand;
we will leave this dreary land, so please, dear, come. . .
Beneath our boat, the ocean teems with splendid life -
a life that flashes light and color radiantly.
What do you say? Will you come to where the dolphins play?
We will splash into the sea. Like the dolphins we will be free.
Come sail with me. . . Come sail. . Come sail with me.
Interlude (about 30 seconds of the smooth jazz instruments)
Life can be a cruise, a lovely cruise,
but there will be times that the course won’t be so smooth.
There is nothing that we cannot weather!
If we both have love and trust in one another,
then we can face the storms together. . . always together;
we’ll stand strong together.
Come sail with me out to the deep. Deeply we will love.
Let’s take life’s cruise out to the horizon. . .
Come sail with me. . . Come sail. . . Come sail with me.
For "The Poet's Ear" Poetry Contest of Greg Barden. Hear the beautiful melody of this instrumental by listening to the video in my "about poem" box or copy/paste this link to the song "Life's Story" by Peter White on Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPM8AhLHpPA
It’s true, the afternoon is young;
I’ll make a bet:
Before the sun has set,
Strawberries will have sprung
From underneath your tongue.
Delectable, yes, tres delish
You won’t forget:
Exceeded, not just met,
Beyond your wildest wish,
A creamy berry dish.
The finest, richest creams -
The forest elves
Again outdid themselves:
Confectionary dreams
From unicorns, it seems.
In fields of magic dust,
Wild-grown berries
Picked by woodland fairies:
A culinary must,
A name the elvish trust.
Sweet crystals, careful mined
Where dragons roar,
Demanding always more.
By serpent’s fire refined,
Then stolen from them blind.
Stirred over elvish flame,
The paddles turned
By giant ogres, learned
Before before the dark lord came
and sullied their great name.
Quick-flashed in icy streams,
Both fluff and stiff,
A jazzy berry riff,
With old world notes it teems,
A tastebud’s wettest dreams.
Alas, we must regroup!
Supply chain blues,
There is no time to lose:
Store-bought, pink berry goop -
Perhaps a double scoop?
—————
for the Ice Cream Poetry Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
written 06/21/2022
I’m mesmerized by the ocean.
Whether it’s almost silent and still
or thunderous and in turbulent motion,
I’m in awe and cannot get my fill.
The majesty of so vast a creation
overshadows each sight and sound
around me. During contemplation,
all else simply fades into the background.
Wading in its shallow, surging foam
is pleasurable, but I prefer
gazing at it from a distant cliff. When I’m home,
in my mind’s eye, the waves will stir.
I don’t have to sail the “ocean blue”
or know all the life that teems within
to be mesmerized by the magnificent view
of the ocean. Soon—I will see it again.
*"Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue" is the title of poem by Jean Marzolo.
November 27, 2021
entered in the Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
December 26, 2021
entered in A Strand (Dec 26) Poetry Contest
May 21, 2022
entered in the Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
June 15, 2022
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
*Image of Popular DJ Avicii (cutting himself & bled out)
AUDIO: from the film Gladiator, "Now We Are Free"
"Sometimes in life, we're just not cut out for it, hoping people see the point," by Poet
Soma Sonnet: Posthumous Soliloquy
As the blade search for the life of me,
The pain glides the blade with certainty,
Deeper the journey as my body writhe,
The agony lingers as I am denied relief,
~~now, let me be free
Thoughts mingle with the blood juice,
The wealth of data drowns and mutes,
Deliverer plunge to my conviction,
Released of a wretched disposition,
~~now, let me be free
Partakes in the realm of the soulless,
Contorted body claim to Earthiness,
Life teems, trilled sound, grassy green, central,
city's heart beats onward, minus a soul.
~~now, let me be free
Had all of it, all I forfeit, help me,
Your will is thy will now, let me be free
2022 August 17
Soma Sonnet: Posthumous Soliloquy
*1st Place*
Inner conflict
~~Unseeking Seeker: Judged 2022 August 20
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
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Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.