no bliss thunder, no soma nectar rain
yet does not the seeming mundane shine bright
our heart’s secret yearning seeks love’s refrain
teleporting us to zenith like height
angst lasts but a moment, voids within fill
bliss beats pulsate, consciousness elevate
nectar of the gods too begins to spill
ushering knowing that stifles debate
come what may, God never gives up on us
so we remain a humble receptor
metamorphosing without any fuss
as bliss pierces every body vector
poised in timelessness of meditation ~
devout’s our faith, firm our proclamation
How speedy yet sweet the swift
how slow and sleepy the sloth
how creepy crawly the caterpillar
metamorphosing into a moth
how flutters by the butterfly
how groaning grumbly the grouse
how caterwauly the cat
wailing at night outside the house
how snips when shears the snipe
how doggedly dogs the dog
how hops skips and jumps
the tadpole now a frog
how kicks and bucks the mule
shucks how dodges the duck
that's the lot it's all I've got
there's no more so you're in luck
Sitting in silence, heart animated,
at peace in the void, ceasing to resist,
vibrance of innocence invoked a mist,
that no longer by fickle thoughts baited,
caused pristine presence to feel elated,
which feeling tranquil with no to-do list,
then found itself by Divine Mother kissed,
infusing bliss by God’s hand created.
Fullness in emptiness as the new norm,
each breath intake representing rebirth,
metamorphosing, becoming the flame,
with throb magnetic choosing to conform,
wandering earth our soul bubbles with mirth,
radiating light scriptures cannot name.
we go in within, when we like
just like that, no effort at all
focus fixed, free from thought flow din
soul presence still in a bliss squall
this morn toroidal heart tingles
bliss pinches us between eyebrows
palms radiate magnetic heat
metamorphosing, rapture grows
our unfocused gaze looks at space
womb that holds manifestation
spine as always a band of steel
catalogues every sensation
there is no seeking, we just are
the life principle undefined
jugular notch concurs with us
its pulse with other nodes aligned
COCOONING IN AN AUDACIOUS POLITICAL
POWERING MONARCHY: 2025-2026
Circadian ticks,
Time-chart caterpillars of
Septic monarchy:
God’s butterflying wisdom
Canvassing divine guidance:-
It’s time for us to
Uproot inequality:
Sowing equity,
Let’s get to cultivating
Democracy’s divine abundance:-
Fertilization
Of renewed seeds of justice,
Must be daily done:
Ensuring germination’s
Deep-rooted, anchoring growth:-
With cocooning hope,
And metamorphosing faith,
Let us plow onward:
Butterflying equity,
And soaring democracy:-
Sown bigotry,
Must be made to rot away;
Plowed with damnation:
Extermination rendered—
Monarchical evil doomed:-
In God’s laboring,
Let us garden liberty;
Reaping fruiting peace:
Fencing true democracy
With shared equanimity:-
A BUSY DAY IN NATURE
Spiders building webs…
Maggots metamorphosing…
Free flies flip flopping…
Letting the artist in me shine through
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Oh my dearest, she who my whole yearns for ,
She who was boldly drafted in the future of mine
Now very distant, far gone , breaking my all
Where was I at fault? Were my transgressions so great to let it fly ?
Dawns swiftly metamorphosing into dusks
memories of her , the sweet toned voice ,brings me near tears
maybe not now , maybe not in the coming years ,
but my mind hopefully will ditch these heart piercing flashbacks.
Heart vigorously pounding,
enticing suicidal thoughts.
Unending streams from my eyes ,making me taste salts
Nothing and nothing seems exciting.
Maybe one day, or some day ,
this pain will grow wings , enabling it to fly away.
To get my smile back ,yes I might sound like a fool
Because my happiness has always and forever,laid in you .
The sun disappears much, much later, an hour later to be exact.
This translates into having more daylight and a longer afternoon,
To watch the strolling peacocks in the park, and to have more fun
Admiring the baby bulbs metamorphosing into flowers at night.
The lily flowers are most of the time ephemeral, lasting hours,
Rarely a few days before changing into leaves, which eventually
Will be dried up by the warm air or the rays of the sun. Beauty
Is temporary, so enjoy the spring season and the summer flowers.
I have vivid memories of the shedding cherry tree, which brought
The beauty of spring in front of my house in the dead-end street.
Oh! I miss the atypical moment, when the green lawn was not neat.
Sometimes, the entire top of the hill was littered with falling flowers.
It was strange to sniff the unusual scent of the weather-beaten petals.
Oh! I miss the hours sitting on top of the window like a distraught cat.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Angelic melody play to thy senses,
Rejuvenating with a magic wand's hold,
Metamorphosing withered leaves to vibrant hues,
Breathing life into a soul once cold.
Lulling a baby to a dreamer’s paradise,
Lyrical notes entice heartstrings,
Defiant of language, it mesmerizes,
Transcending continents with soft frills.
From dawn to dusk, it jingles and jangles,
Infusing joy regardless of genre,
Inertia diffused at the festivals,
Dance provoked amidst splendor.
The dusty, dead strands
of summer grass has resurrected
into plump green clumps
knee deep in the ooze of boggy ground.
Now almost winter, something moves
in the cold, set to reclaim the places
owned by the suntanned set who
paraded in the spotlight
of summer's heat.
A creature of shade, it has spent
all summer locked away in the dark
of its chrysalis, rearranging
the content of itself until,
stirred by an icy chill, it stretches
to burst through its wrappings,
unfolding its wings, metamorphosing
into me. Watch out….my bite
can freeze souls.
caterpillar
green, young
crawling, metamorphosing, molting
larva, silkworm, vertebrae, gossamer
flittering, flapping, perching
winged, iridescent
butterfly
Date written: 11/06/2022
I'm metamorphosing
when writing...
my soul cannot,
stop romancing...
That's why I write poetry...!
dusty drips drooling
inky lits lurching
felon fits fostering
callous contractions cupping
Haggard how hankering
oily oceans assembling
nocturnal nature nimbling
fiery feelings seducing
airy allotment amputating
bounty pulses puncturing
severed seals smirking
damp dark dancing
multifarious means metamorphosing
all transcending tottering.
20:01:19:09:18
All the tales I must write
For the unlucky ones who can't get the words right,
I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to halt once I start
Metamorphosing their hearts and mine into art.
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