arm through mine
i’d forgotten she’s blind
peripherally
2/24/2023
Categories:
peripherally, body,
Form: Senryu
The train was zooming by,
When I saw her like a veil
A mystical angel
In the heavenly sky…
She was strolling in the street;
She was immaculately neat.
It was like a dream;
I wanted to scream:
Oh! God, Oh! Beauty,
I just peripherally
Saw the most beautiful woman
On earth! She was way gorgeous than an omen,
And prettier than an April bouquet of flowers;
She smiled and laughed like no other creatures.
What a Joy! What a Beauty!
What a treat,
To have mnemonically photographed such a woman,
Who smiled like a Baby,
And who educed a warm drop of rain
From my right eye,
Which caused my heart to beat
So profusely and to switch side,
And my spleen to quiver,
And my soul to beg and twitter.
Oh! God, this one had no flaws,
No scars, no thorns, and no claws;
No tattoos, no chains, and no rings.
Her hair was her wings;
She swam through the clouds like a proud swan,
Like a mermaid in the deep blue ocean.
Copyright August 6, 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books.
Categories:
peripherally, angel, beautiful, beauty, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Times get spent in eternal search,
Betwixt life and death life perch;
Holding here; holding there,
Hanging like monkey; not fully aware;
Temptations of growing higher creep in,
Like other unfulfilled desires within;
Illusions-filled dreams; nasty nightmares,
Midst these, sleep stands and stares;
Kith and kin assure: we're here,
Who truly cares? - is to none clearly sure;
Having peripherally pleased and within cursed,
Friends and relatives go around as nothing happened;
Momentary joys, like, butter over toasts, glitter,
Only to melt and make their presence blur;
Butterflies and dragonflies; moths and beetles,
Get pecked by instantly appearing eagles;
Confusions and chaos in annuls of graves end,
Eagerness of living, like untimely moon, seems crescent;
Quest, in forms of queries, persist,
At one stage, as act of death, everything does exit...
13 March 2022
Categories:
peripherally, life,
Form: Free verse
Discrimination? Never -
Like charlatans, we claim,
Aren’t guys and girls, here,
Like fantasy, peripherally, same?
Nourishing the boys,
And starving the girls, yet, dear,
Is, in real life, like sun and moon,
Seen, at this juncture, crystal-clear…
If female infanticide
Has exhibited its ugly faces –
Isn't female feticide
Spreading fast in many places?
We have left plants and flowers hitherto,
There might be a time coming soon;
When men-folk might start considering,
Selective-destruction of female flowers, a boon…
12 January 2022
Categories:
peripherally, discrimination, gender,
Form: Free verse
Beauty stealthily creeps; peripherally drifting, sight unseen.
We’re caught at times within her gaze so clean.
Our eyeballs turning inside out rusted with mistrust,
find beauty sometimes giggling, hidden deeply, as she must.
Sometimes creeping slowly by, we neither see nor hear her sigh;
feel her tap upon our shoulder, finger poking, smile sly.
Like pregnant moments muscling to the fore
you must un-witness what you’ve seen before.
For beauty knows no bounds and this a fact:
your heart, in subtle ways, she will attract.
You must resist the urgent need to disregard,
however hard;
the tingling skinny memories that strain for every clue.
not within the eye beheld; but in the heart of you.
Listen though your very life depended;
for when it is upended and your breath is held suspended,
you may hear, the footsteps and the parting of the air,
as beauty slow descends the step
and meets you with her stare.
Categories:
peripherally, anniversary, beauty, engagement, marriage,
Form: Couplet
It has been low, dim, and heavy,
heavens part, light swoops onto open waters,
the overflow of recent torrents
glittering sky-fish skim.
Keep on driving as if the road were silver rails.
Right and left window worlds out of synch
peripherally bifurcated by speed.
The heavens part un-stitching fraying seams,
smudges unravel. Light pushes
into the open mouths of surface breathers.
The grey is rent, more light bounces off eyes;
it is a fast road; squint, grip the wheel tighter.
Left and right small animals un-plod
from the wet earth, hedgerows whisk thin colors
expose nestlings in their cradle hideaways.
Pick up a cup of instant noodles,
a 6-pack from the quickie mart.
On the lot heavens are opening
one acre at a time,
light lowers like a faded wedding gown
marbling concrete
dressing the cars in lacy.
Reach into condo, eat noodles, drink beer
while heavens knit together
with a last twinkle of silver needles.
Categories:
peripherally, poetry,
Form: Free verse
last year's unplanted
milkweed pods are
weighing happily
not on my chest
of drawers but
my bedside
end table
beginning
to open on
their own even
oddly because the
only something that
might be soil is my must
be dirty bedroom allowing
them to reign and roam free
over dust tumble weeds and
dandelion peasantry both
blowing in a draft's breeze
around my room but the
regality can be milked
out of this weed
and and or but at
some time i think
i saw peripherally
black and orange
as my door hinge
spoke in a creak
that they were
here with me but
when i woke was i
a man dreaming
that i was a butter
fly or a butterfly
dreaming i was
a man
Categories:
peripherally, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Eyes down, I do the test.
Eyes down, it's you I detest.
Avert your vicious stare,
your blazing eyes, frying me.
I won't look up, until you look away.
I can see what your eyes are doing
peripherally,
in the corner of my eyes,
while I blaze away at your belly button.
I feign deep thought
by looking down to the left.
I feign deep feelings
by looking down to the right.
Once your eye-stare stalking
fails to get attention.
I will lift my sights
and up my eyes, to eye to eye level.
Then it's my turn
to searchlight stare
at your eyes, blazing not blinking.
Daring you to look back, to up your eyes to mine.
The Ante is Upped
You Bastard!
Categories:
peripherally, anger, conflict, courage, fear,
Form: Free verse
Invariable measures find me concluded with torment.
Crystallized reflections peripherally surpass imaginations advent.
Crackling blisters intern vivid arbitration, as if to teach spine-chilling lessons.
Collapse goes hostage lungs, held up and recorded in air gasping sessions.
Constant ringing beneath definitions light concealed bag piped eye shadows haunting address.
All occurs timed perfectly for surprise panic attacks; choking on nothingness.
White vaporous visuals infiltrate what sight left remains.
Useless kicking and screaming ended then when normalcy fathomed midst windowed pains.
Feelings numb agony crippled sightless time; acoustic sound walls burrow.
Vines manifest scandalous intent, my surrounded record beckons such growth still; you expect me to feel sorrow.
12/09/16
Categories:
peripherally, abuse, betrayal, character, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Wear and tear on the loaded mind,
Seeing only hardships, peripherally blind
The breaks in normality shakes the conscious
Deadly stones that life throws, dodging lethal launches
No attention for those deserving of it;
Well mannered individuals have to get in where they may fit
Only the strong can balance the unequal pressures.
Weak and feeble are startled by the lightest of feathers
Trying to decide which way to go,
Moving mountains to find the sun's glow
Hoping the heart will take them there
Laps around earth's circle and dances around society's square
Categories:
peripherally, absence, adventure, allusion, blessing,
Form: Couplet
I see you there,
painting a literary facade,
thumbing through Cervantes
as though it has usurped your very being.
Your unenthused stance reveals your ruse
as do your constant glances in my direction.
In my quixotic state, I wonder if you
fancy me your Dulcinea
or if you merely question why
I scribble so wildly upon the page.
You, Sir, are my current inspiration
and I shall not tire until our story ends.
Peripherally I register how slowly you move
toward the books behind my chair.
I want to turn to you and recommend Solzhenitsyn,
third shelf down on the right;
but hesitate to be so revelatory
about my interests.
Now I feel your eyes discreetly moving
up and down my page,
ingesting my words.
Realization hits.
Our eyes meet.
Yours ablaze with the knowledge
of immortalization in my poetry,
mine wickedly feigning innocence.
You turn on your heels and stalk off,
undoubtedly in search of a windmill to best
for your lady fair.
Categories:
peripherally, imagination, life, on writing
Form: Free verse