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Pristine Place

V-isions
H-armoniously
I-lluminate
A-ll,

M-aking
A-tmospheres
E-thereal

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Vhia Mae Pulido)

pup transforms pristine pool into a mudhole

pristine clean water
swimming pool for two fun dogs
retrievers mudhole

puts in rocks and clay
thick enough for mudpies now
brother drinks his fill

Meraki

Always remember Meraki
In a time that is fleeting 
And will soon be gone 
In the moment I am alive 
And my soul at peace 
Oh how often we forget about sonder
A raconteur can only say so much of the old days
Of the Lassitude that came by the hour
Some cope under the gaze of a life epiphany 
And others fill their nights with mellifluous sounds of the classics
Or a tryst under the tenderness of the night sky where for once all is Pristine

A Pristine Village - Me Born to Dwell Place

In verdant valleys, where wildflowers sway,
A tranquil village, where my heart stays,
A place of serenity, where love abounds,
Where laughter echoes, and memories resound.

The thatched roofs, the rustic doors,
The gentle streams, that forever roar,
The scent of earth, the warmth of sun,
A sense of belonging, forever begun.

In this haven, I took my first stride,
Where innocence bloomed, and dreams reside,
The village elders, with wisdom so bright,
Guided me through life, with love and gentle might.

As I wander through, the familiar lanes,
Memories of childhood, forever remain,
The joy of simplicity, the peace of mind,
A sense of connection, forever intertwined.

This pristine village, where I was born to dwell,
Remains forever, a part of me to tell,
A place of solace, where my heart finds rest,
A haven of love, where I am forever blessed.

February Is Short, Cold, Snowy, And Pristine

I love the month of February,
The shortest and coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like Feb is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amidst treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen and solid near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.

February is the season of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, Pristine,
Snowy, short, Pure, dark, and lovely; Feb’s now
The celebratory month of Black history,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No bathers on the sandy beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.

February is a month of a kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And hardcore lovers dream warmth under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.

Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Pristine Isolation

Serene spread of cerulean sea
calmly cradles an emerged island,
girdled by slim silver garland.
Trees scaling cloudy cobalt sky,
complete picture of pristine isolation.
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February Is Short, Cold, Snowy, Pure, Dark, And Pristine

I love the month of February,
The coldest month of the season,
For an array of emotional reasons.
And yet, it feels like she is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amid treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.

Feb is the month of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, Pristine,
Snowy, Short, Pure, Dark, and Lovely; She's now
The celebratory month of Black History,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No swimmers on the wintry beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.

February is a month of kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And hardcore lovers dream under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.

Copyright © February 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.

Tropical Vacation

In our haste to pack, we left winter behind 
Easy to forget with thoughts of paradise filling our minds 
As we depart from the plane we are met with the warmth of the sun 
Relaxation has surely taken over leading to a week of endless fun
Strolling on the beach hand and hand 
Our feet are greeted by the sparkling sand 
As day turns to night a romantic dinner at sea awaits
A perfect evening for love we need to create
Dolphins glide by across the pristine turquoise ocean
All in sync with their effortless motion
The silence in the air is broken as a mariachi band starts to play 
What a pleasure to be part of such a wonderful day

Pristine Forever

O, your affection
Gives me new birth every day;
How pure you are, Mom!

Pristine Again

Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I had begun to walk His way.

A Pristine Paradigm

One night while slumbering in my bed
thoughts were floating 'round my head,
that tinged my heart and singed my soul
with effervescent, gleaming gold.

Whispering through the darkened air 
"You know you're on the right road there,"
where eagles fly and clouds drift by
and angels sing sweet lullabies.

Where a full moon shines like a silver pearl 
and the universe dances like a little girl,
and all the matter in planets and stars 
sing "Praise the Mighty Maker" from near and far. 

And history past and future days   
line up together in sun and shade, 
in one long sweeping saga song
"The past is prologue, here and gone."

And other things that we can't comprehend 
are drifting high up in the winds,
for us to catch and hold on to 
when the time is right for me and you.

Until then, hold on to those most dear
while letting go of pointless fears,
for tomorrow when the new day shines 
we're that much closer to a pristine paradigm.

Pristine Peace

pristine peace


   pristine peace prevails in serene state of mind surpassing malice.


   07/02/22

The Art of Peace

Contest by John lawless

February Is Short, Cold, Snowy, Dark, and Pristine

I love the month of February,
The coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like she is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amid treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.

Feb is the month of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, pristine,
Snowy, short, cold, dark, and lovely; She's now
The celebratory month of Black history,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No swimmers on the wintry beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.

February is a month of kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And hardcore lovers dream under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.

Hebert Logerie Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Pristine And Untamed

Wild
pristine
and untamed,
nature feels free
unfettered by time
or arrogance of Man.
She is part of everything
half creator, half destroyer;
She is the architect of all life,
all its beauty and abominations.
Connected in a fundamental way
we appreciate Nature's artwork;
like painting the sunset scarlet
and inking the sky crimson,
or apple-blossom pink.
But She also hosts
hurricane winds
volcanoes
fire and
ice.
From
scented
orchids to
ugly vultures,
nature modifies 
and diversifies life;
altering environments.
Forcing life to adapt or die,
allows for more varied creations
on Earth's ever-evolving forms of life.

A Pristine Moment

Nonetheless, it is autumn,
which irritates me
Regardless of the crowd,
despite the constraints.
Meet you in the spring.
My heart is in danger.

And then there's hope.
And a crazy dream, 
As well as a tenacious sail.
to my straying heart, 
the night storm, 
the safety lane,

And a wheat field.
I'm starving.
And a child's delight.
Today is a feast day.
Despite autumn.

And I don't have a strong interest in anything.
From deception and stay.
I apologize.
My heart requires. 
Meet my requirement.
For the sake of oxygen, water, and bread.

I'll move to the dome of the night to look for you.
Please allow me to observe.
On the lash of a star
Perhaps the psalms of the wishing night.
a creative chant,
Also, please play my melody.

On a cloud hole, 
sing... sing.
I might be finished,
living a dream.
Condolences and victory to my soul.
For all my inspirational blunders.

I sang a lovely melody.
As a table as a bed swarm,
as a roving field blunt.
Pristine morning and a smile.

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