rock bottom a euphemism at best
sunken feeling of a leaden balloon
deflated burst into shrapnel of fears
they say it’s when you stop digging
the circumference of the black hole
larger than your inflated Ego mania
and then the trap door opened for more
the chisel engaged in vigorous overdrive
what a life to be had or thrown away
a rescue team waited concerned and patiently
maybe they knew better than the protagonist
of his own demise at the crossroad of pain
philosophy studies had not prepared him
nor had his grandma with her solid advice
lonely and dejected he continued to slip
out of reach even the abyss seemed distant
in dreams of death not entirely unpleasant
he understood that control was inaccessible
letting God became the only viable option
reluctantly he considered faith and acceptance
grudgingly at first let go of selfish command
Categories:
nethermost, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Alas, I thought you loved me
But you did not in reality
I know for facts that you love money
Success, my dreams, and property.
Yes, you did not love me
Because of the fashion you reacted
When you and I were in need of the almighty money
Oh! You became wicked, kooky and swollen-headed.
For some alien reasons, you thought that I was
At the nethermost hull or keel of the ship
But you forgot that life can be a long trip.
Forthwith, I definitely know that love
Had nothing to do with the sweet-smelling rose
I’m forevermore resigned to flee like a brave dove.
Copyright © May 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
nethermost, desire, heartbroken, inspirational love,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, how my nethermost being aches for your answer
You yawn like a glistening wound above me, tugging at my will
A pregnant astral enigma, weeping with wonderment and perplexity
Frigid, barren voids, churning chaos, meat and matter beyond imaginings
Vistas of marvel, life fantastic and bizarre, worlds unbidden and unbled
Swirling maelstroms of dust, energies of darkness and dynamism
The heaving breast of heaven, burgeoning at the Constant, ever outward
Oh, to but prick the veil of your timeless and tenebrous mystery
To breach your breadth and boundary, and all that they bind and bear
Would be to weave the garland ... of the gods themselves.
~ 8th Place ~ in "The Universe" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
nethermost, appreciation, beauty, space, stars,
Form: Free verse
It is strange don't you think
how time can have different tempos
at the same time
while I try to preoccupy myself with something other than you
the time passes
you could say in it's usual way
but then during its usual momentum of passing
I think of you
and my preoccupation with something else
is broken
and suddenly time does not seem to have moved at all
hasn't moved from tick to tock
but hangs there in between
a pendulum frozen
a clocks second hand suddenly aching to reach it's next graduation
of purpose
a purpose for a clocks second hand existence
to measure a moment
All the time in the world
the sands run through an hourglass
grain by grain tumble toward
the infinite
the timelessness in the nethermost
of a wishing-well
on a single thought hangs itself perpetual
as if in a solitary breath
can count the creaking, groaning springs
unwinding
aching from tock to tick
the seconds split
and each graduation of its purpose
the second hand existence
while I try to preoccupy myself
with something other than you
Categories:
nethermost, longing, love, miss you,
Form: Free verse
The Mirror of Truth
The face in the crowd worried me it was still
but the eyes were aglow showing an intense hatred
to no one, in particular, a man`s who dreams had
been disturbed by reality; this is the way it is and
he is a slave of the conventional and his lack of courage
to break free a man who bullies himself and others,
if not rescued his rage will turn violent.
What bothers him is familiarity of the face he has seen
it before somewhere was it on the surface of the lake
so deep and silty those thoughts sink to the nethermost
conscience; he has long denied the veracity is shocking,
the face is a mirror image of him
Categories:
nethermost, forgiveness,
Form: Sonnet
Caught and caged between my love and my lust
for you, dear Teacher, feelings of passion
swell to great heights of reckless abandon
that I feel I will love you 'til I'm dust.
If wanting you is to sin then I must!
How can this be so wrong yet feel so right?
O God, have mercy! Please forgive my plight
as my heart burns for a love that's not just.
Still, dear Teacher, hear my beating young heart
and love me as you ought! Set me on fire
as portraits do—like Raphael's best art!
Kiss me like no other! Stoke my desire!
Thrill me down there—in the nethermost part!
Keep loving me lest I die and expire!!
Categories:
nethermost, desire, fantasy, feelings, longing,
Form: Sonnet