I have gone wooing
Altruism's cycle goes round
Amalgam the temple of sweet cunny moments plying
And the flattering of been crowned
I'v come to surrender
I know distance is key
I know how arid motility alter
Whence the glee desire seeming flee
Etched across unyielding flesh
One red line
Crimson tears wept
Upon linen fresh
Flitting steel
Lay two red lines
Side by side
Odious reminders of hope denied
Chaotic confusion hidden behind
Penniless pronouns
He, she, him or her
Artless words held by Cruelty's Captor
Three red lines
Blood stained highwaymen
Pilfering the soul
Of life once gained
Those nearby witness
Miserly motility shunning regard
A godless heart
You wait for them to cry?
Hand in hand they stand
Painfully they await
Father and mother together
Reflect upon your fate
Him, her, he or she
Penniless pronouns of an exhausted mind
"Their" life ended
By three red lines
It is not surprising to say the least
That I love the aroma of your smile
The beauty and the shadow of your face
The manner you touch me in style
The exquisite diction of your tongue
The melodious tone of your song
The racy motility of your body
When you're strolling in the lobby
And the cadence of your fine shape
Oh! It's the best video on the tape
Of my memory. It is a sweet dream
That I pray the Almighty to stream
My way every night, when I am out
Of consciousness, miles from the route
Of no return. Oh! I love this moment
Of lull and peace, deep in the scent
Of your love. Woman, the aroma of your smile
Hypnotizes me in front of your peristyle
Oh! I love everything about you, my dear
When I see you, I have no unusual fear
I feel good; I feel great. I am in heaven
Woman, you are the finest flower of the season.
Copyright © July 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Remember me
Remember me, I'll remember you,
When life loses motility
Whilst stormy winds screech, disturbing peace
Across lakes of tranquility.
Reach out for me and I'll take your hand
When you’ve lost the will or the way
I am the candle that lights the dark
When’re demeanour goes astray.
Remember me when you cannot sleep
And dreams begin to fade away
When you feel you cannot make it through
I’m right beside you, night or day.
Reach for me when in need of a hug
Tired of being on your lonesome
My arms will hold you in tenderness
Till once more life becomes wholesome.
Remember me when you need a friend
Reach me somewhere o'er rainbows end.
4th January 2021
Treachery is the coin of the covert realm,
gears within gears turning ...
Devious machinations, pure Machiavellian
Secrecy is the Shanghai shuffle speech
Tool and Die maker,
what instrument of inflection deception
will you darkly wield?
Skilled in the art of misdirection,
fake exit wounds
make a theatrical lead entrance
A surreptitious maze
of feint thought progression
Allied motility based on mutual scoundrel affinity
Chicanery is the Au crown weight of a silver shekel tongue,
wheels within wheels spinning ...
Mirage machinations: Shimmering works so Machiavellian
Crafty consultation be the cabal mushroom reach
Fool and Cry maker,
what instrument of ruse tone
will be spuriously blown?
Trained in clandestine ways ... dubious methods
Sly serrated angles:
cloak-and-dagger means, perforated aspirations
A duplicitous labyrinth
of bifurcated deals,
from dastardly motives concealed
With the turning of the screws,
twisted obsidian truth is apnea beveled into
morally amorphous grooves
Machiavellian machinations
is warped, Mephistophelian lip lathe
of fabricated whispered news
Poverty seems like a repellent stuck on the poor
Whose only fault lies in owning no property or asset to parade
Among wealth admirers and worshippers to whom poverty seems dour
In contexts where ostentatious display of wealth cuts the grade
That profligacy and extravagance attract
Robbing the poor of the dignity glitter
As though on purpose fleas of poverty they contract
Dumping ugliness on the poor on whom fruits of affluence litter
Dwindling humanness and affection which wealth simpleton conflate
Into little human worth and warmth
Where spooks of poverty deflate
In proportion to the increase in affluence sloth
Sown, grown and thrown with utter scorn
To belittle
Abject poverty misguided affluence thinkers warn
Amounting to little less than spittle
Poverty peels off humbug and complacency
Exposing deeper layers of flawed humanity
Denuded of perspicacity and sagacity
Sometimes concealed in the deficit of humility
That often mars circles of affluence
Where possession seems to epitomise human dignity
Mistakenly regarded as diluted influence
The poor exert in extolling human unity shorn of wealth affinity and motility.
The emptiness I feel
In the life I lead
Can’t fill and steal pains that deal
Blows I seldom need
In the air I breathe
In the lungs I possess and the stress
That assails the disbelief I loathe
In the witness I assess
In circumstances whose distances and stances I witness
To circumvent events that prevent the downfall I suspect
Exploits the weakness
In the sorrows that inhabit the prospect
In mistakes for high stakes in the past I made
To sneak justification
Into the stolen grade
I accumulated from the infraction in the mission
I set without prior consideration of the gravity whose motility and propinquity
I didn’t grasp
In the liquidity I invested in the volatility
Whose clasp on the last ditch gasp
Spurs breathlessness in recklessness I kill
As considerations of dark thoughts roams free
To ask me heartbreaks to heal
For reasons I can’t see
But parallax in circumstances I experience
In situations insanities dictate
In the lance dance whose influence and confluence
I hate to regret and serrate
In the hollowness I dislike
As my mind grows cold
While spikes sorrows hike
Stakes, threatening my happiness to withhold.
Hush, hush ...
late-night reality peepers
Roll the eyeballs, but don’t you dare gossip talk
Blush, blush ...
keyhole camcorder creepers
NDA motility disability got publicity legs that walk
Nude
Discreet
Activity
Keep it on the hush, hush ...
spin the cash credits on a silent projector reel
One three zero K lap dance lewd
Do a horizontal tango with triple X size feet
Drunken adulterous revelry
scripting an unpatriotic production of infidelity —
Red Chip-n-Dale cheeks
White poker paleface
Blue light kitty straight flush
Here’s the table stakes deal:
Bought silence projector reel
spend spinning on a hush, hush
Trickbaby presidential suite,
high-class hooker in a VIP seat
Just another Golden Tower dirty secret projector peek —
reel silent Stormy eyes know, but don’t speak
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