I'm potiguara
I come from hollow and rare backgrounds
plowing in the feverish forest of the heart
I come against history
of this unequal and cruel nation
living in the gall pasture
without honeycomb
my blood distills twine
life of dust, life of poem
I'm still like that whether I want to or not
in tacit mutation...
I'm an Indian, I'm your brother...!
pS.POTIGUARA, name OF Primitive indigenous tribe living in the State of Paraiba, Northeastern Brazil
origin of the people of Paraiba.
Despite the thin rain
Burning without distinction
hot northeastern sun
Children fell asleep
Heavenly the dreams they had--
In death's land awoke!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 October 2022
Last Thursday, at a daycare center in northeastern Thailand, a former police officer killed thirty-seven people of whom twenty-five were young children, some as young as two years of age.
I dedicate this Senryu to their memory!
There is a belief.
I do believe.
There is still hope.
Hope for humanity.
Hope that man will value man.
The long lost humanity.
There is hope in Ukraine.
Russia will retreat.
The Al Shabaab, Al Qaeda
Boko Haram in Northeastern Nigeria.
Hope to see value.
Value in human life.
There is hope in our girls.
For a reduction in abortion cases.
A reduce in street children.
There is hope.
There is hope in our leaders.
To bring back the lost integrity.
Do away with the mistreatment of the poor.
There is hope.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
In New York, New Jersey, one can really feel a change
In the climate: the coming of spring, a new season.
The sun is shining more; the days are longer for a good reason.
The trees slowly start blooming; one feels a little strange,
Witnessing the pirouettes of the giant flies in the air.
It is like a circus, the birds are singing, the bees buzzing,
And the spiders doing their acrobatic moves. The toddlers dare
To leave their heavy jackets or coats indoor. Spring, spring,
Sweet spring is here. It is a spectacular show of luscious flowers.
The neighbors are mowing their lawns, so the April showers
Can wash away the salt and the frost off the grass.
There are more visitors in the parks and the elders return to mass.
Spring is a florally joyful season in the northeastern states.
There is a picnic in the park this afternoon; bring your plates,
And your cups. We’re going to have a blast; we’re going to have fun.
Spring is in the air, let‘s enjoy the cool rays of the sun.
Copyright April 1st, 2013, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
primal atavism
northeastern artificer
climb coconut tree
The Doors of perception
maverick swinging carefree
to billboard hits in
rock’s american counterculture
face of the sixties
vocalist Jim Morrison
steering to the pulse of free love
in the heat of Los Angeles
riders on the storm
loving madly an L.A. woman
parading Gloria absolutely live
rocking to roadhouse blues
in front of the Morrison Hotel
forever longing for the sun
he’d say to touch me and light my fire
people are strange
fame and money
up in flames
it’s a shame
gone in a flash
booze and partying
taken too far
age twenty seven
life of a rock star
no one here gets out alive
like so many others
joined the 27 Club
buried now in northeastern Paris
true to his own spirit
where he belongs
in the Poets’ Corner
Read on air by invitation ~ July 10, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 28, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Dorian's headed for the Florida coast
Disaster is predicted, let's hope predictions are toast
Veering off to the north
Totally off-course
Missing Florida and heading northeastern most
Carbonemys (Greek for "coal turtle")
Pronounced: car-BON-eh-miss
I am a Carbonemys, a podocnemidid,
An extinct side-necked turtle.
I lived fifty-eight to
Sixty million years ago
During the middle Paleocene period
In swamps of Northeastern Colombia
On the South American continent.
I grew close to ten feet in length
And weighed one ton.
I had a large sized capacious shell.
With my powerful jaws I ate
Comparably sized mammals and reptiles,
Including crocodylians.
I could not retract my head into my shell
Since my neck was too long.
Instead, I bent my neck to one side
So that it laid against my body
And under the ridge of my carapace.
My greatest fear,
Being eaten by a Titanoboa,
A one-ton prehistoric snake.
SeSaw Back and Forth
About all of her experience we were curious
Founded out and are excited and delirious
And then many screamed and out they cried
She's not only experienced but over-qualified.
Bernie's experience was really in bad trouble
His whole life he spent living in a bubble
When you saw his experience it had been
Old and part of organization again and again.
White sock's on one foot and other's red sock
Found in Chicago and Boston baseballs socks
Only knowledge Bernie has in the debates
Is strictly limited to the Northeastern States.
If you were in Seattle and near Fort Lawton
I'm sure Bernie would have been forgotten
And when asked he said that less he cares
When you are mentioning foreign affairs.
Of all weird things we heard about Bernie
He never was ever an outright attorney
When you mentioned guns being outlawed
Back and forth about subject he se-sawed.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
To hovel me in your zareba is your intention
“For safety, to protect, truly for protection.”
Transparent lies I can clearly see through
And my resolve is a monolith to see my dream come true.
I will not cave, Complacency, not even to you.
Bribe me, offer small bounty, no good will it do.
For beyond you, I’ve an admirable dream or two.
And they will rise, be relevant and real, and profitable too.
In a time and a half, when this term ends,
I will be a nurse for a bit, and then it depends.
A small café, seating between twenty and ten,
I will run with, hopefully, a wife and a friend.
As the business rises and itself sustains
The hope is to gift my child café.
Then off will I be to try it again.
But stateside, no, rather northeastern Spain.
Those who oppose my dream, from me flee.
You may hovel in your zareba, but it shan’t hold me.
I declare, this is a plan, not a dream, and real it will be.
2-21-2014
Northeastern Pennsylvania gets hit hard
we have had some bad winters
this year white as Christmas
The wind I rode was a northeastern gale
With a downpour of sleet and balls of hail
Wind at my face, plummeted with ice
Whore for a friend, needle for a vice
I was as lost inside as a soul could be
As the war forever raged inside of me
I once blamed the Lord for my fate
I was full of anger and living on hate
Then one day something happened to me
I said, “Forgive me Lord and he set me free.”
My body blasted with tattoos of hate
I accepted the Lord and changed my fate
Since then my life has been really cool
Bought me a home and returned to school
I love my children and adore my wife
God has blessed me with a wonderful life
And I’m positive these words are true
God’s there waiting to do the same for you
As the world
closes in on us
our eyes
see
what our hearts
permit them to see
In autumn - in
the waning of the year
as the trees
turn orange, red and golden
before the land is covered in white
we will see sound and light
Surrounded by nature's beauty we become a part
of the eco-system
A great dawn
awaits us
in the end
Voices of ancient
children
reverberate in the cool air
Sometimes when it seems
that we are lost
the rhythm of the seasons
reminds us of what we may become
Perhaps this autumn light
will bring this world
to its' senses
Strength, Tranquility
and a heavy sense
of peace
Are being swept in
by a cool Northeastern breeze
seal heads bobbing
watching the shore
in the cold northeastern sea
I think sometimes when I'm underwater
when I come up
one will be facing me!
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