Promised oasis
hidden in banality
suburban secret
Across the space of desolation,
enfolding the desert of existence
where instead of thornbush
the Holy Spirit grows juniper,
the journey in the labyrinth of torment
is to reach the oasis of bliss,
from where He calls to come to the waters.
I travel from the abyss of despair
on the blessed inward journey
through the layers of consciousness,
perceive the radiance of the divine beacon
in the sanctum of the devout soul,
illumining the corridor to the abode of peace.
The portals of the inner domain then open,
where for me God blooms the piety lotus,
suffused with the gleam of His grace.
Insightful of the benevolence of God,
my soul shines with ethereal radiance
like the flaring brilliance of a billion suns
in the infinite depth of the inner space.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of enlightened eternity,
I perceive His gracious support,
making me glow in the galaxy of acumen,
turning me into a living light.
firey spirit
rainbow colored wings floating
bird bath water cool
delicate ribbons
swaying with wisteria ~
spider's oasis
If I was to be gone tomorrow,
I would surely regret today.
Just as I would all these wasted days, months, and years.
At peace when saying I no longer fear death.
It's all boiling over now....
Everything I've fought to repress.
Feeling a heaviness
Steadily crushing my chest.
Drowning in shallow pools of nothingness in my mind.
Once an oasis, my forever hideaway.
became a small alcove, unreachable on most days.
On a shoal deep within.
Scattered throughout the sands, lay the remnants of my being.
From a distance
It is the most beautiful thing
An oasis created by God
Out in the middle of an empty sea of grass
A symbol of life abounding
With the chattering of birds
And the scurrying of the animal
It is a place to be left alone
Admired from a distance
But it should never be destroyed
Nor should it be bothered in any way
It is there for a reason
A reason neither you nor I can ever understand
© Poem – VII/II/MMXXV
LRET
A flood, my loyal eyes disobeyed me
Tears like fractured glass betrayed me,
Stabbed my face, into a dry oasis,
My body, overthrown by the love of you,
Yet my soul, still untouched by your rain…
To me this is one of the best descriptions ever
of what love is like:
Like there’s a thirsty man in a desert thinking he may die
but then out of nowhere, what does he find?
An oasis running through a forgotten paradise
& that sweet oasis truly saves his life
By:J.N.R Dutton
The sky is blue, clear, jovial and ethereal
To welcome with open heart spring which is
So beautiful, fresh, colorful, and at ease
Oh! It's a reborn again time which is real.
Oh! Friends, it's the most wonderful season
Green lawns and shrubs return to the horizon
The birds resume their blissful refrains
Listen to the sound of the old fashioned trains.
Little children play on the unpaved avenue
Gorgeous ladies walk around almost nude
Where some amateurs fall into pleasant dreams.
The trees are already full of sweet sap and the streams
Are in good and superb shape for the season
Dear friends, naturally the harvest will be cornucopian.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Talk of an Oasis feud is over,
Brit-pop the corks for the supernova,
fair play to those Burnage boys,
tour dates set to make some noise,
they'll walk in sunshine, champagne and clover.
A drop of summer, pleasing--over there
I thought it wanted me, no want of ground
but want of me, instead a pleasant sound
of birds merging and darting thoroughfare
seemingly clueless of their doing-dare
o'er crowds busy about, looking spellbound
course to escape amiss ahead turned round
to freedom with the banners released to air.
In the opened venues queues roundabout
every which way as the buying frenzy
curtailed from end to pass the noontime lunch
crowd slowing and going but caterers doubt
that the dinner crowd will be as lengthy
till gathering increased, gave them a hunch.
A variety of fine brushes…thin, medium, wide,
soft and smooth... to paint landscapes - sky, ocean, tree,
at tranquil dawn, my backyard turns into an oasis,
A transient escape for peace, sanctuary for me!
Focused on visual delight, savour sublimity!
umbrella-like willow, lush leaves offering shade,
dainty roses bloom, elegant hydrangea smiles,
playful birds chirp, frisky squirrels run, until daylight fade!
Sky often mesmerizing vermillion at quiet dawn,
sun rises, waking up the world, with glorious light
bees frolic, pretty butterflies kiss ravishing flowers,
I get lost in the allure of a captivating sight!
My blank canvases get covered with gorgeous paints,
I dip and glide my brush, whimsical colours I splash in,
sunset at Arabian Sea, sunrise on Himalayas,
create amazing views even where I had never been!
Poetry, cascading fountain of our soul, paints life with words,
Painters, sparked by imagination, borrow colours from Nature,
Depict the surreal universe with unique perspectives,
Poetry and Art… blend, connect, compensate each other.
Did I have to open my eyes?-
Freezing rain here cool breeze in Florida
Fertile spot on timeless sands,
Life on parched lands,
The existent surrounded by the non-existent,
The living in the shrivelled.
Jewel in the gloom,
Hope in despondency room,
The thirsty is replenished at its shore,
A memorial of nature’s benevolence.
The trees are rejuvenated from its tranquil chamber,
There’s hope after the night’s slumber,
Treasure in the arid,
Water finds a way to us.
"How sweet tasting those past memories were, never to forget every footstep taken holding your hand." quote by poet
A hazy image my eyes imagined,
like pebble thrown into a calm pool , chimed.
Numb, I relive a tingling elapsed time
On a desert oasis I saw you
As butterflies draped in rainbow silk bind
Ripples, moving away to see clear dream.
Graceful breeze's waft, spirals round, melting
Hazy, vitalizing safe endearing
Moment, upon golden waves of sunrise.
A love wandering in a far-off time.
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