Long Trout Poems
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HOLLOW MAN
from silence spoke the hollow sound
of rushing tears, the back of my sleeve
damp
waving goodbye to the darkness one more
time, my mind screaming for it to just stop
a room filled with India rubber bouncing balls
ricocheting madly from when I was a young
boy
pledging allegiance, then gaily marching against
the war, chanting peace now! peace now!
as fistfights broke out in my head
the cooling murmur of a spring creek,
deep in the forest, where no one could find me
counting the flashing trout, unaware of life before
the blue star, now a welcome sight to everyone
who agrees
......everyone
who agrees
Whispy breeze giggles with ease
cool is rippled river clear
willows weep not as we lovingly tease
rainbow trout jumping, a catch
will be dear
Our porcelain legs, arms encircle loose
larks, butterflies flutter around scented spruce
eyes holding sacred stars from Venus and Mars
we left picnic basket in homing stars
Family wondering whether catch will be salmon
then no need for ordinary dinner gammon
my arms so strong, I’m the provider
always beside her, sister the flowery
insider !
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[ Painting: Original Title: La pêche à la ligne
ARTIST : FRANCOIS BOUCHER
Date: 1752
Style: Rococo
Genre: pastorale
Media: oil, canvas
Location: Grand Trianon, Paris, France
Dimensions: 150 x 188 cm ]
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2nd Placement: Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand : March 26
Silver Digital Trophy : All Poetry Ekphrasis
Contest : March 26
Stop it! Quit being hypocritical about freedom
What type or what kind that you are talking about?
Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom
Until you drive me to boredom
Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout
Keep on yelling freedom, freedom
Until you lose your kingdom
In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error
"You shall love as yourself your neighbor"
"But through love become slaves to one another"
"If, however, you bite and devour one another,
Take care that you are not consumed by one another"
Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free'
We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another
Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty
We want freedom in America
We want freedom in Cuba
We want freedom in Columbia
We want freedom in Haiti
Which is poor because of exploitation
Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution
Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion
Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination
Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom
Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom
Before alluding to or commenting on democracy
Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy
Big brother is supposed to protect the little one
In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone
For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly
The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty
Stands for something noble and divine for all
"For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall
So we can think freely
So we can wink freely
So we can talk freely
So we can walk freely
So we can laugh freely
So we can clap freely
So we can write freely
So we can chat freely
While respecting each other
And protecting one another
Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly
And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
There’s young girls and women
All frantically slimming
Perhaps they’re all seeking a mate
But blokes around here
Full of burgers and beer
Are ugly or well overweight
They wear their beer goggles
And when their mind boggles
They ask some old trout on a date
One snuck down an ally
With hideous Sally
Who offered herself on a plate
He fell off the wagon
And entered the dragon
Which meant a lot more than a date
She soon had a grumble
About that drunk fumble
‘You should have been careful... I’m late!’
That drunk was no baddie
But now he’s a daddy
He wasn’t expecting that fate
But fellas who wink
As they swig down a drink
Make dads who will soon abdicate
So put down your salad
For this is no ballad
And the blokes around here ain’t that great
Sitting on the creek bank pole in hand, trout line floating nearby
Listening to the wind in the trees, crickets chirping away
Birds in flight, birds on a limb singing sweet melodies to me
Cast my line, curplunk, splash, little ripples subside
Laying back watching the clouds go by, daydreaming
Nibble, nibble, nibble, reel in real slow, dang he got away
Rebait, recast, splash, hope i get a big one for dinner
Oh got me one, two, three, on my what a sight to see
Reeling in my line, that beautiful trout dangling there
Grab my net, toss him back just not big enough to keep
Pull in my trout line to find 6 big enough for dinner.
To home I go, clean and cook my catch, what a day it was
Regardless of my mother's death,
One hope, obduracy, and words otiose breath
The wheels of progress never stop turning
The times shift, and my sad heart is yearning
The world continues to burst forth in beauty
To regain faith, one can never flout divine duty
Lemons had just started to turn yellow
The sky is azure, and there are plains in view
Conjointly to the bewildered trout
Somehow, the spark of passion faded out
Even as yearning is freed from restraint
I saw years slip by without one complaint
There is still plenty of love in us to pass around
I can stand with my feet sustained on the ground
And savor the peaches as a warm embrace
Where the imprint of love may leave a trace.
Written: May 26, 2023
Craziest time in a dream that repeats itself.
It starts of;
I'm going off to war dress in heavy armor,
riding on a magnificent black stallion.
We wander through a dense forest,
sunlight filtering through the leaves
and cross a clear shallow river amid
schools of salmon and trout.
Groans from fatigue, we stop by a stream.
I gather firewood and start a small fire.
Pulling off my boots, my socks are tinged red
from blisters bloody and raw from the shoes being too big.
Night comes upon us and exhaustion takes over.
Tired and hungry, shivering beneath my blanket
I finally fall asleep, under the twinkling stars
Hunger gnaws in my belly wakes me up.
"Breakfast.", words echoes through my mind.
8/4/2020
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With the sun on my back and my stick float aglow
I watched as it trotted along in the flow
There’d been little rain so the current was slow
I was ready to strike because sometimes you know
You can’t know what tells you to hover your hand
Just over your reel but you still understand
That instinct is what kept the caveman alive
And instinct now tells you your float’s gonna dive
I could handle a nice tasty trout for my tea
For I doubted a salmon was what it would be
It could be a grayling, a dace or a chub
In which case I’d grab me a bite in the pub
My float disappeared as I’d known that it would
I lifted my rod and I set the hook good
The bend in my rod gave me reason to smile
The heaviest fish I had played in a while
The fish used the current to help save its skin
I showed it who’s boss and it slowly came in
Then, guessing I wouldn’t make news on the telly
I slipped my net under an old rubber welly
In southern Colorado,
that old Rocky Mountain state,
beneath God's azure heavens
is a place called Turquoise Lake.
I'd been driving all around,
it was time to take some lunch.
The lake looked right for fishing,
at least that was my hunch.
After chow I got my gear
and headed for the shore.
I tied on a jitterbug,
who could ask for anything more.
Weedy cover on the left
set off a loud alarm,
but I was casting to the right
just to limber up my arm.
From behind an old man came,
he'd been watching for a while,
"Surface lures won't work out here,"
he mumbled with a smile.
"You know this is a trout lake,
they won't hit on surface lures,
so get yourself a fly rod
and you'll catch some fish for sure."
Now just as luck would have it
you know where the next cast goes,
it's just off of the weed bed,
how that water did explode.
A Rainbow Trout grabbed my lure
and started on a run.
I was fishing ultra-light,
it was really lots of fun.
The oldster stood in wonder,
said he never would have thought
that on a rig like I had
a Rainbow could be caught.
Reluctantly the trout gave up,
he came in without delay.
I gave him slack and he was gone
to fight another day.
Show me a place where I can be in a little island far above the sea where the skies touch the hills and transmit a message to my window sill. Show me a place where I can be to touch your heart and sing sweet melodies to thee and when the night rings out in the skies I will gaze at the stars and sing you a sweet lullaby. It seems just like yesterday when you kneel down at my bedside to pray and the moon was my covering and the miracle appears in the morning.
Show me a place where I can be to join your friends and company, a place that bears its bosom in the sea and I can lay my head in the sand and sing sweet melodies for thee.
Show me a place where I can be to romance with the fish in the great big sea, to ride out in the fishing boat and catch some trout. I would hold the sword fish by its mouth and put the Atlantic cod in my bag. I would catch hundreds of mackerel for my deceased dad and put the great white shark in a chokehold.
I would catch some red mullet and make some Barramundi tea for you, and catch the mahi-mahi for the aquarium and prepare the haddock and anchovies for dinner and reserve the red seabream for supper.
Show me a place where I can be to find peace and tranquility, to listen to the birds in the hill as they fly from tree to tree and watch the pileated woodpecker conversing with the bald eagle. The robin and the pelican have nothing in common but when the sorrow join them, they can sing a happy song.
I can see you standing there yearning to join me over here, your heart is real and you are full of zeal and the artic loon will meet with you at noon accompanied by the cormorants, the great auk, dovekie and the storm petrels.
Show me a place where I can be so that I can spend quality time with thee. Take me to Gibraltar in a boat and leave me at the French border with white wine and steak frites. Show me a place where I can be.