in the soft whispers of our shared parlance
sometimes you struggle to pronounce
but with every glance, your mannerisms speak
a silent language, tender and meek
the way your eyes light up with delight
turns ordinary moments into pure light
the rings of bells, the whistles of lips
whispering secrets in sweet little quips
each sound a treasure, a melody spun
we dance through our days, just two becoming one
with every soft murmur and tender embrace
you turn fleeting seconds into a warm space.
IN TELLING PARLANCE
beautifully
sequenced
comforting haunting
forms &
rhythms
&
sequence
potent
rhyming in
abundance
endures
to
mesmerise
the
spirit of
dissent
this treatise
comparatively
rare
yet
so consciousness-raising
a
bizarre offshoot
properly
equivalent&
radical
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I love; I really love your voice and your diction
Recite me a poem in an unknown language
I don't give a darn about the pronunciation
Undress the words; I love them when they're naked.
Take your time; be loud, louder, harder, and then softer
Do not stop when you arrive at the top of the valleys
Increase the volume, drive me crazy and make gestures
I love the tone but I don't understand the vocabular.
Recite the poem in a language that I do not know
Bring controversial words into my brain, in my core
Force me to inhale the rhythm to the point of dying
I'm inebriated. The sly lyrics are tattooed on my skin.
It's okay to charm me, and to caress me with the words
Again and again. Read proficiently like a veteran actress
I'm heading to bed right now, to lay on my back unstressed
So I can dream like a genius in agony on the old docks.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
This is a translation of the poem 'Récite-Moi Un Poème Dans Une Langue Inconnue' by Hebert Logerie.
There being in reality no limitation
Misalignment causation of distortion
Yet on an as is where is basis we do say
That ego attention oscillation yet holds sway
Recognition of truth merely indicates the horizon
Weary are our feet long laden with toxic poison
Light beyond at an unfathomable distance
We surrender therefore inner resistance
Letting go of to get to being the path
Each pulse within a holy sabbath
Awakening smoothly enabled
No ego agenda tabled
Unhurried stillness stance
Of our bubbling joyful innocence
Marks not the time it may take for ascent
Having trustingly surrendered so simply present
There thus no one resident within to measure
Identity vaporised and thereby no fissure
Each throb within deemed as optimal
Beauteous vivifying hues inimitable
20-October-2020
I sit, listening to the whisper in my breath,
shaping my expressions is safer than meth.
A voice among others, I am poet progenitor.
Do you see what I have wrought?
Heavens to metaphor!
As originator and instigator, I wordsmith
like a predator,
a panther ready to pounce,
an enchanter you might denounce.
Do you fear what I have brought?
Heavens to metaphor!
Finding fluid flourishes like jewels,
writing often without rules.
The singing cantor of candor,
A traveling troubadour
you never asked for.
Do you like what I have taught?
Heavens to metaphor!
In these days of isolation,
tenderness must be no aberration.
Here my casual parlance dances,
offering intimacy new chances,
for all your cares it enhances.
Do you welcome what I have sought?
Heavens to metaphor!
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