Rebellion and riverbeds start to dance
with a rush flowing, slowing, then stalling.
Both try perilously to gain traction,
the current is treacherous take a stance.
It may appear that you’re barely crawling,
and then brute force takes over a fraction.
At times the first step is all you can do
but it’s enough to get something going.
Often a change can stem from infraction,
that desire to disrupt springs a call to
action.
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients
On their death beds, who are resigned, hopeless
Penniless, helpless, and spiritless.
Haiti needs a mega break from all the powerful parasites
That are still exploiting our precious resources at countless sites
While concomitantly exploring and impoverishing our peasants
Our innocent siblings who perilously work for crumbs and cents.
It is time that all truths are spoken or be told
It is time that we unearth, unfurl or unfold
All vile plots so the world can witness the premeditated lies.
Papa Noël is a well designed invention in disguise
At Christmas time, the hurts are excruciating
And the misery is objectionable and nauseating.
Copyright © December, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I know she is lost
but those lost
can be brought home
I want to print
one hundred
missing flyers
but how she’d hate
to be found
believes she knows
this twisting trail
Like her mother’s
weary face
awaiting a simple knock
If I linger
in her swelling shadow
will I be swallowed?
If I dispel
my every urge
to search and save
will she forget me?
If I rush
toward her trembling arm
golden cape draped from my neck
will she resent me?
Missing pets
might stray to long
surrounding sidewalks
turn strange
She is far from
a mangy mutt
still she prowls in pursuit
of his fleeting praise
How does he have her
blindly convinced
he is steering
the right direction
How does he have her
mindlessly certain
his hostile affection
is truer than us
Us who never screamed
who seldom swore
would not dare sneer
It is unsettling
to remain upset
I have lost her
She is the one
trudging through
the disorienting fog
She is the one
facing the perilously unknown
evergreen grove
miles from home
I am only the one
who knows
she is lost
You stole my far away kingdom
didn't say what for?
Said I didn't have the jurisdiction
to grapple my own crown
The ice resurrects steely bacteria
will our antibiotics endure?
I feel all elephantine
the piper is never paid
My foot prints are all asunder
on ancient sanded dunes
My ship is sinking
The troubadour sings
The innkeeper perilously on the cliff yelps
some erratum does he detect
suddenly a commotion
a score of gulls screaming
wings flapping, gliding, wheeling
then within half a minute
away into the sky behind the houses
what and why I asked myself
but found no answer, as usual
a pattern of small copses
gaunt, unloved trees, perilously
leaning against each other
roots drowning in pools of muddy water
picture of neglect and decay
and then in their midst
a carpet of bluebells
field of sheep
field of horses
field of crows
field of cows
field of rabbits
field of wood-pigeons
field of barren apple-trees
field of bare earth
field of undrained water
field of hope
field of neglect
fields of Britain
Ohh yee
Multicolored feathered luminous
Hummingbird
Perilously perched on the tree ahead
Recently just since landed here
Currently now drawing in such deep breaths
Filling up your lungs with every gasp
Expanding your barreled chest
In order so you can
Sing and humm me
I alone a natural lullaby
In order to show me what it must be like
To fly free above a placid lake
Shimmering without a wake
And then afterwards please promise me
Once you are done and through with me
You will move on
So you can make another person's
Dream come true
And on your way
Disappear behind a rainbow
Leaving a trace and shower
Of a billion golden flakes and sprinkles
Wakes and trails
Reading some homework
The day seems like artwork
Has the sky ever been so blue
Three guys toss a frisbee
perilously near me
shirtless boys silhouetted in turquoise
We’ve got our shades on
We pretend not to watch em’
But we know they’re putting on a show.
We’ve got fold up recliners
and we set a timer
to move to the shade in a minute or two
But the sun seems distracted
cooler and less radioactive
dozens of students are out on the quad
The trees aren’t just standing
the breeze has them dancing
to ‘Blood in the Cut’, a song by ‘K.Flay’
On this cool, near-fall holiday
We’ll while our day away
each of us claiming a chance to relax
Now that we’re juniors, we know the facts
We get that there’s still a lot of reading to do
but we know, we can have a little fun too.
What else would you expect us to do?
Psyche perilously perched in purgatory
Tragically trapped in the middle
Swimming through a swamp of suffering
Perplexed trying to solve life’s riddle
Sinful soul of a sinner
Peacefully put to rest
Eyes clear after cleansing
Purge purified my inner protest
Reluctantly walked into the fire
Now ready to put agony to an end
Gradually rising from the ashes
As my spirit no longer condemned
Finally found forgiveness
Shackles on my mind set free
Escaped eternal torment
Marching along to a new decree
I like walking in the park just so long as
it's not after dark
Because when it is it bristles with
a sordid air of unease and other worldly
risk
So much so even the familiar leaves strike
trepidation and turn giants into fish-moths
And what lunar light is not eclipsed
bends perilously into creeping shadows
jostling for attention with the flickering
street lamp just about to pop
And running isn't even an option as the
grass doth seem to come alive to
panting and deep breath and swages
onto your shoe laces
No space or corner is safe to retreat to
it's as if the nether regions of the underworld
have rose up to come and play hell
Gothic is an understatement even the church
steeple seems to be moving further and further
away it's almost out of sight
And my watch has somehow stopped or
maybe time has itself so I do not know
how long it is till the sun comes up
'Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro'
my true love
you came an saved me
with no arms of your own
you washed down to the soul of me
giving righteousness in the pit of me
and i screamed out the motto
dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope
and wonder why it took you two year
to call out my name, and save me
from the wrong perilously medical pills of over expose Amoxicillin
and sadly i new (knew) i would not be saved for long
it still lives in my lung and when i smile my teeth
the doc says is anthrax to the out!
and this will be my end
for the best way to infect in ut
is to case it at someone window fan
and let the dust ring out!!
by:lyricvixen bares the true
Disclaimer: THE Poem Does NOT Provide Medical Advice AND IS FOR Information Purposes Only. IT IS NOT Intended TO BE A Substitute FOR Professional Medical Advice OR Treatment.13 years ago abuse • dark • pain • true
God what you done recently
my only fear that death
isn't the end of this
counting pennies to buy dinner
see i stand
as you stare
from a ladder
perilously position
on top of a chair
without care
thoughts to air
welcome to my lair
where from shadows glare
unravelled eyes stare
and tendrilled fingertips
seem to point
that i am there
there i know i live in here
Giving thanks every day
Receiving grace the old-fashioned way,
And pondering how lucky I am
That Jesus came as a little lamb
Instead of a chastening rod;
That this path I have trod,
Unusually rough and perilously steep,
Delivers me safely
Ever closer to blessed serenity.
written January 23, 2022
ice-shrouded tree limbs
tilt perilously groundward
sparrows have cold feet
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written November 15, 2022
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for "Winter Haiku Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
#20 on Best 100 New Poems List
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February 1, 2022
Gigantic pylons of wind-carved granite
Form astonishing pillars of natural wonder
Sculptures to rival Borglum's finest faces
Perilously perched along the winding trail
Punctuating the Black Hills with awesome
Commas of towering mystical totems
Where once the proud Native Americans
Roamed with the buffalo in blessed peace
written August 25, 2021
feelings flood my mind as I speed,
at many thousand miles air flow,
hope is dwindling, would I succeed?
could be a case of touch and go!
white clouds look on quite helplessly,
jittering firefly rumbles low,
left engine smokes perilously,
landing it would be touch and go.
four hundred lives could well be lost,
peaks of mountains covered in snow,
fear and doubt loom, better think fast,
to get across is touch and go!
past the mountains, riding on prayers,
I turn a corner circle slow,
good pilots must be good stayers,
hope in heart but still touch and go.
few miles down, see flickering lights,
runway ahead, bright dots in row,
I slant the wings, ground in my sights,
land!!! Thank God for helping me so!!
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Written 02/April/2021
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