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It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.
so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,
here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...
into the light of a love letter written to dawn.
soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,
way down deep on the inside,
...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,
flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,
watered and deeply cared for...
O' Eden.
I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,
I wish a sun-rise.
A smile that changed my world..!!
She was the moon spreading light in the darkness of life..!!
Me the sun lost to eyes.. All alone!!
Never can be one..
But Still lost my heart ..;
To a smile that changed my world...!!
A smile that can hide so much pain..
But the love it has still remains the same..!!
A smile that makes dreams come true..
Fairytales feels real when I think of you..!!
Snow white seems pale, others just novice..
All you need to do is smile; not even twice...!!
Life seems short, and the world so small...
All I can think of you and your smile..!!
A smile that changed my world..!!
She was the moon spreading light in the darkness of life..!!
Me the sun lost to eyes.. All alone!!
Never can be one..
But Still lost my heart ..;
To a smile that changed my world...!!
Form:
Deep down below in the shadowy sea
a solitary mermaid hides herself from the human eye.
She spends her days swimming amongst the majestic whales,
and playing with the friendly dolphins.
Her world is nothing but bright coral reefs
immersed in blue-green aqua waters.
She floats above the white sand, ocean bottom
searching the depths for pearls and sunken treasures.
A mermaid doesn't realize what a rare beauty she is herself.
Because, she is only seen by these sea creatures,
who never bothered to tell her that.
Her eyes have only seen vague images of the sun and the moon
through rippled ocean waves.
A starfish is the only celestial wonder she will ever know.
A stingray is the only bird she has ever seen.
No snowflakes fall down here,
no rose can bloom underwater.
She will never know the beauty of a butterfly or a rainbow.
There is no music to be heard, just the tides crashing to shore.
A mermaid knows the tragedy of a shipwreck.
But, never witnesses the happiness, before the iceberg.
Her only happiness comes from riding her seahorse,
and making friends with the few other mermaids that exist.
But, little did she know that there was more to discover
outside of her watery world.
And, all she had to do was rise above the surface to find it.
She lived her entire life beneath the waves, never knowing this.
There were some poets, they lived in gnarled trees.
Creating short comments lists, rapidly as can be.
In that way, they could comment, lickety-split!
Mundane acronyms, displaying only an empty wit?
You will find these poets next to each poetic creation.
No time for sentences, as if pure damnation?
Or how about one word adjectives from first grade?
So I ceased writing and chose to sit in the shade!
I honestly felt to be as car in the Daytona 500.
Just write to win every contest under the moon.
Hoping poets at my feet, one day might swoon!
A poem is a chance, to deeply connect with another .
Artists who deeply respect the poetry in another!
3/29/2023
Clouds floating by in azure skies
pushed here and there by fickle breezes
playing tag and forming magical shapes
as they dance in harmony across the skies
Little puffs of white giving shelter
from the blazing sun and uniting into
towering pillions that appear to prop up
great mansions and glittering silvery castles
Streaked with enchanting reds, yellows and oranges
with a little mauve tinge that soon purples
as dusk slowly starts to fall cloaking them
then behold the starry night as day now ends
Now the clouds darken seemingly ominous
as they obscure the moon from earthly sight
with a back drop of glittering stars blanketing the skies
at last the moon soars into view and peace returns once more
I was in awe of the early morning sky
When I was driving home late the other night.
The stars hung low enough to touch as I drove by
And the moon was shining amazingly bright.
I’ve never lived anywhere more beautiful than here.
It seems like I’ve found a little slice of paradise.
The beautiful smells and the quiet sounds that I hear
Tell me I’ve built my home in a place that’s really nice.
It’s as if a switch is flipped by someone above
Turning on the beauty every night that surrounds me.
Sharing this world with the woman that I love
Makes my life better than I ever thought it could be.
Sitting on our deck together, we live our story.
I could never have been given a better life.
Although our view is full of color and glory,
Nothing compares to the beauty of my wife.
you lift me up when I am down
change my world in every way
hold my hand and touch my face
give me hope on this beautiful day
you give me strength to carry on
showing your love to me alone
you are the truth, you are the voice
you make me feel that I'm the one
I close my eyes and see your love
know how you look and what you say
I touch your lips and kiss your face
how do you make me feel this way
Chorus
love me while the sun shines high
or maybe beneath the moon
love me while you hold me tight
make love on a warm afternoon
you take me high to a better place
and let me believe it will be okay
you open me up to love once more
dreams come true for me this day
Betty Bateson/ June 20/14
These are not events that took place very far in the past
These are obviously ongoing racial gaffes and contrasts
Where human beings are bombarded and mistreated
Where human beings are veraciously discriminated
Against, where politicians with supercilious smiles
And where election cheaters with camouflaged styles
Expel and reject Black people such as Africans and Haitians
And these same biased lawmakers welcome Ukrainians
With open arms, because Ukrainians are Caucasians
Because Ukrainians are Europeans and white
In your judicious eyes, is this right?
Black people are human beings too
Haitians are people too
Africans are people too
Ukrainians are people too
Are White human beings people too?
Please say something. Please write something
Please utter something. Please sing something
Singing ‘We shall overcome’ is insufficient
Not enough. You call yourselves ‘Christians’
Pour more Tetrahydrozoline HCL 0.05% in your eyes
In order to see clearly that the moon is not circled with hollow pies
From afar or from space, all humans are infinitesimally congruent
All human beings have red blood in their veins
And all humans are jam-packed with flaws and sins
Moreover there exists neither white blood, nor black blood
Blue blood is originating from chasmal whims, far from abroad
Fair-minded Readers ponder
And conscious minded Poets wonder
Apparently, Republicans are pushy and obvious
And Democrats are wishy-washy and dubious
Human beings must not be chased by wild horsemen
All humans must be welcome by clergy men and women
Anywhere on Earth
The Globe is everybody’s turf.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
All around is calm at midnight
The day has been might and tight
I might have lost my sight
But I can still remember to cite
This is my sleepless night at midnight
Lies in your eyes need no witness
We’re not careless, we’re not treacherous
For you release the neat heat of your body
I have wandered dancing a lot, I am tired
Life’s a rhythm like ascertaining you’re heard
Soft music’s coming from the back of the room
I dream I’m a deemed a dean dancing on the moon
No panic, that music sounds from a clinic
Looking at her smiling at my nose
I feel life before it’s fall as she knows
Nightly music and dance shake the pelvic
Moving closer to me, I hold her constricted
For I want her to look me in the eyes
To shun old behaviors of spies
But make me feel the heat of an angel
Who is dancing at midnight like a squirrel
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
My dear brother Butch,
Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..."
I answered, "May I mullet over?"
Seriously, working there is a shear delight,
with some nice fringe benefits
They're a real cut above the rest
and I shave a lot of money on hair products...
I bought Dad a comb for Father's Day… I bet he'll never part with it
It is a long drive to the salon, but now I know all the short cuts
Oh hey, I know hair-growth seminars are not your style, but
call up your receding hairline buddies and comb on over!
It was great to see you last week, you are looking so trim!
I still feel terrible about the curling iron incident…
You can rest a-sheared I'll straighten it out
but I mussed warn you, you might get fro straighted
Just remember, $15 for a hairpiece is a small price toupée
You may not like short hair at first, but it will grow on you
...that's the mane thing
Did you hear Mom and Dad had a brush with death?
It was a very hairy situation with a real twist:
buzzing down the highway at a decent clip
someone tried to cut them off
Mom was ready to wig out, curl up and dye, but thankfully
Dad went to great lengths to avoid an accident
so there was no permanent damage
you had to see it to be-weave it
Ok, time for a couple of jokes to lighten the mood:
How does the man on the moon trim his hair?
Eclipse.
Why did Pavlov have such fabulous looking hair?
Conditioning.
Why do felines groom with their tongues?
They can't find their catacombs.
Why did the little girl watch "Black Stallion" more than "Babe"?
She liked pony tales more than pig tales.
What was the barber's sign before he went on vacation?
"Hair today, gone to Maui"
Did you hear about the novelty store selling fake piles of dung?
It was sham poo.
Just teasing!
Take hair,
Curly