PRETEXTS FOR REFLECTION-:-
luxurious
connections
motivate
intuitively
transcend
WITH HUMOUR
flavour
contemporary
interpretatIons
synthesise
senses
&
IMITATE NATURE
emphasing
coherent
emblems
figure
visibly
Autumn’s first colorful leaf
leaped at my feet
Though I am no longer excited
by bold promises, false pretexts
emphasized
distinguished
& scattered
spread out
pretexts
for
reflection
of
nowaday
notions
influenced
&
flavoured
with
humour
prompted
by
contemporary
critiques
Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a sophisticated shaft
To mechanize, modernize or upgrade the messages
A poem is, of course, a piece of writing in process
It’s a bubbling melting pot, where many things are amiss
For many logical or purposeful reasons and for excuses
Which are existentially beyond the scope of countless texts
Poets are generally perplexed and write under pretenses or pretexts.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
SANCTIONS ENGAGED
the impact
formulated&cultivated
to promote
captivating
the impossible
eliciting
dazzling sparkling
gathering the dedicated
with oblique
but lighthearted
pretexts
& pleasures
vituousy
devoted
to facilitate
&reward
continuation of the
subordinate role
cited by a phrase
inward daydreams
an unappreciated
force
but with
an essential aim
somewhat incongruous
but significant
perpetuates the
expressive sensation
connects
meaning
with a new style
continually
contributing
to its
origins
frequently applying
distinctive approaches
&poignantly tracking
tendencies
to mesmoralize
&
immense in
full participation
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
As of the virgin voter robbed off her conscience
Freedoms of expression turned into a massacre...
Protestant chap spoke of the deed, how lame are
We the stereotypical "us", to turn protest a violent
Turmoil only inflicted and turns a tragedy for my
Daughter had been shot, Was it the prospectives
As buoyed by the hopes of a new era? Only now
Acknowledging vehement fingers pointing to all.
Clarity is of mine dilemma, the know how of her
Demise never cleared and held on the pretexts...
Prejudices ever spelt and the truths on accounts
Of vices that virtues of "Democracy" never crafted
Now just dancing in the dust, and that gardening
Spade got blunt with the digging... Assertions too
Claimed in streets as of five more dropped, sadly
We mourn and no recognition brought forth from...
Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find
Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough
Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame
With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made as fears
Sprang on the lost the illusion
Baked in their soft centre
In reaction to the disaffection and delusion
That feelings may never enter
Into contests
Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain
Under pretexts
A go at love in the main
Signifies a journey on the back of futility
Backed up by contrary advice
Veering towards the volatility
Love tags along in every slice
Love snaps on suitors
Mad
Enough to pose as imitators
Of sad
Hearts that cried
Once smitten
To the core when they tried
To tame love forgotten
Into the dustbin of history
Replete with burnt fingers
Whose mixed blessing story
Singe many Cupid singers.
a multitude of pretexts
the foretaste
of argument:
premise explored
ignorance isolated
then
exchanged
for
understanding
So to say
To do more for the retain land, aliens can do everything
Dear, come let us weave a rope of Great Wall again
That would be able, to tie strong, enough, if you unite
Let it not be broke by aliens, showing ill will of colonizing us
How they come and simplified themselves
Arranging so, so pretexts, sea, land, forest claimed later, deceived
Now, dear, do much for better education for that you have much enough
Don't beguiled again, as our forefathers lost, believing enemies' play
Never believe, they blow their trumpets for their hay
Yesterday represented well in this matter being traitors
Trade was only excuse to seize the territory of plains of us
Guys, leave them, treat only well, let them come, and go for smooth sake
Matter of quarrel mixes with air as if children play day to day
Aliens seek, weakness to hit, beaware not to be fatigued again
Keep strong love and adoration between neighbor and race to race
Alert your friendship with other countries, they want to be head again.
4/28/2016
Deepak Chalise.
(TO THE VICTIMS OF WAR IN MY NATIVE
CAMEROON AND IN NORTHERN NIGERIA)
Giants
Have filled
The FAR North
Sweeping
Bloodbathing
With sophisticated
Heavy weapons
Connected on a
Barren land
Communicating
As from satellites,
Techniques and
Outfits of
The expedition
They got THERE
Thundering,
Murdering,
Raping, and
Reaping
The scarce
Bank notes kept aside
To launch our economy
here.
The giants are
Putting up stubborn
Resistance ready
To dismantle,
Horrify, and
Offer pretexts
For erecting another
Benghazi or Mali,
Somalia or
The Sudans:
Growing poverty
Exile
On the desert
Migrations
Corruption
Legislations
Segregations
Falling soldiers
Suspecting the
Innocents
Blackmailing
The weak.
Where are our
White hope of
The Opposition
And all the experts
On geopolitics?
Tell us whose war
Is it?
O we are all very well informed
how horrible might been our reality
in the time of transition
from one evil regime to other.
When one day all monsters and predators
from the park of totalitarian communistic Jurassic
suddenly exploded out for absolute freedom
according with Darwinian law of surviving,
when cruelty and greediness
suppressed long time
by cruel regime and power
started make big business and police
and comrades from monopolistic party -
the sable tooth tigers, tycoon and oligarchs -
inspired again as hundred years ago
with primarily criminal and degenerating instincts, pretexts and postulates
under the Marxist’s coverage and context,
launched now the new but the same adventure
leading to great social tragedy inevitable,
where government playing chief role of Ti Rex
instead keeping the harmony and sustainable existence
protecting cheeps, rabbits, turtles and others multiple small creatures
from total extinction,
learn them for art of surviving and flourishing
through social interaction and protection
what would left again as unreachable aim and utopia
for our long suffered nation.
I would in deed thee truly wed
Token drops of blood for you bled
Lavish garlands at your feet spread
Kneeling at your feet all pretense shed
Vow that by virtue and fealty be led
Each promise proofed and carefully read
Barter my name in your stead
Banish all pretexts; to self dead
A humble leader not trite figurehead
In your footsteps softly tread
Feast on your hospitality; in your graces bred
Share your trials; vanquish your dread
Cultivate your esteem; nourish your bed
Furnish your homestead; provide your bread
You go down in the dry pool
foraging for the political errors,
irisprints, a certain desire of revolt,
any skeleton to identify the victim.
An awful claim, the accuser was becoming accused.
For namesake somebody was dying
unceremoniously for holding tuberculosis.
Dots did not help. Washed and dried curses
went into the background. There was a cease-fire
for sometime but the guns will start blazing
any day on fake pretexts.
The ending of pain or pain of ending begins.
The past was chasing, future uncertain, present
is ugly. Peahen likes the tail not the crown.
Peacock is on tree and on fire. Deflection
of sun marks the beginning of eclipse.
A word falls from a crossword puzzle, makes
a history. Death was in crucible, dualism
will survive. The long beard of a terrorist
becomes brown with age. The train is screeching
to halt. There was a landslide.
SATISH VERMA
The incongruity sparkles, dirty diamonds in a drain,
With hackles rising, lips drawn back, in lemon peeling pain;
A psychodrama stage of sleight springboards the stupid head,
“I know,” she thinks, “I’m always right, I know that’s what he said.”
The egotism sponges as a leech ingesting blood,
The eyes are wide, the **** erect, the loins in moistened flood;
A stimulating shafting sort of sycophantic surge.
“His words are all about me now, he can’t control the urge.”
The craziness develops like a Polaroid of junk,
A dustbin lid, a bag of nails, a blue remembered funk;
A schizophrenic symptom in a druggy wrecked-up mind,
Ideas of reference screech, protesting honour is maligned.
The fantasy grows darker like a stain that slowly spreads
Upon the crotch she fumbles with, her fingers cold as lead;
In face of letting loose of grip please don’t forget to smile,
It’s only pretexts in the mind that bothered for a while.
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