Iron oxide
Leads to red beach
Vivid red waves.
Color red beach
Form red algae
Red colored sand.
Paint sky red
Brush by red rays
Red light reflect.
Flash red river
Awes many eyes
Flood by tourist.
Feminism
not a cause for the season
not a “select”…only
not a choice to adorn….”esg”
not a biscuit to crumble…stale
not a tick in the books
not to bat away like a gnat
not to wash away…a sandcastle
not for a cause…far far away
not in the land of a female monarch
not one queen, more than one
not witnessed…anywhere else
A graveyard of schoolboy errors
To bury one’s head in shame…such cringe worthiness,
To attempt an impingement…insanity it surely was!
Not a shred of integrity….it looks to be
Water comes from rain,
the river comes from nature.
bad floods come from man...
Red sky
In the morning
Is Shepherd's warning
Bad weather is coming.
Oarfish appearing
Untimely at shoreline
Is something phenomenon
Signal to natural disasters.
Star like moving
At stargazing advent
Unravel mystery SciPy astrology
A 21th century normal technology.
No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
Love has the power to muzzle
Shackle, overpower, direct and destroy
Love can be a very volatile or hazardous toy.
As soon as one is somewhat comfortable
Love shows her ugly fangs on the table
Love is not always a beautiful spring.
Love behave like a cunning chameleon
Love behaves like an uncommon phenomenon
No one can completely comprehend this thing.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
He thinks he’s a phenomenon,
An orange, when he’s mere lemon.
The more he gets the squeeze,
The more proves an ass he’s,
A kind that higher goes,
The more tends to expose
Like a monkey on tree
Whose rear we all can see,
One who lacks sense not so common.
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Happenings |11.09.2024| USA, political, Humour
Pet’s note: This is third in a series of three limericks on current happenings in USA. An ass here means the quadruped, Some, so sensitive, may please note.
Sun flare water
Hues blood, fire cloud
Sight to ponder.
Fast as you can say ‘Jack Robinson’
Up pops another rookie phenom
But as April heroics fade
to June swoons
Came the dog days of August
extinguished ~ the honeymoon
Lightning strikes, and thunder roars
As torrential rain pours and pours
Down constantly on window panes,
Flooding rivers and blocking drains.
Dark clouds are gathering in the sky.
As the flood water is getting high,
Causing debris and falling trees
To float down roads with speed and ease.
This storm looks like it is here to stay,
Its force has caused all trees to sway
Rivers swell, streams overflow
When this will stop, only nature can know.
Buildings and homes are sad and lost.
This horrendous storm has come at a cost.
All possessions and human life,
Are under pressure, filled with strife.
Why are we all so insistent?
Thinking the world can't turn without human existence.
We are the slaves of nature every day,
No matter how we think or what we say.
It's a no-contest situation.
Mathematics isn't optional in this equation.
a bee's dance 'phenomena-
logic-calls'...
wing a 'meant-all diction-
airy' wrt...
whether weather rings
nasty or...
nice for a queen's tea
sweet nest...
stan sand
It’s not each of us,
It’s not every one of us,
It's all of us,
We are all linked as one,
Connected as one if we will.
Our bodies are the divisions,
Our minds, the barriers,
Our thoughts, the obstructions,
Our fears, the hindrance,
Our heartstrings, the weaknesses.
If the walls around our
consciousness can be pulled down,
The barricades around our
thoughts can be thrown away,
We will experience the world’s non-duality.
It’s an energy that can be strengthened,
It’s a force that can be amplified,
It’s a path that can be uncluttered,
We need to understand its potential,
We need to learn to harness its force.
August 13, 2022.
Non-dual Awareness Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.
Usain Bolt is a phenomenon.
It used to be: "Stockily Built,"
"Shooting like the ball from a canon"
And seriousness up to the hilt!
Along came Usain like a bolt!
Not with the tight and stringent run
But with the elegance of a colt
Directly from the sound of the gun.
He executes the knees-up style,
His chest's at maximum capacity.
And is held out all the while
While the legs speak agility.
He monopolizes not this style of running
But engages all departments to their limits.
He sees that all engines are firing
And ultimately deserves all plaudits!
Water from the rain,
the river is from nature.
dirty flood from man...
As the sun beats down,
a loving caressing breeze,
softens all nature..!
When the thunder roars
from the branches of flora
all the birds flutter
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