You, gorgeous Muse, with velvety skin
The sugary sap of my poetic pen
And the sole labyrinth of my soul
You inspire me and I adore you.
You are my perennial spring smile
The garden of my ethereal flowers
The leitmotif of my dreams in exile
And the fictional oasis of the fall showers.
You are the guardian angel who's never absent
And the devoted hope with multifarious scent
You never say no, no. Oh! Eternal is your beauty.
Woman, Woman, Muse of Saint-Valentine
Your sweet perfume seduces my whole being
And your maternal voice rocks me daily like a baby.
Copyright © January 14,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
saint valentine, angel, beauty, friendship love,
Form: Rhyme
He held not one sword.
Scattering crimson parchment-
encouraging love forsaken by
men with narrow hearts.
Weddings in the cradle of night.
Sweet songs are sung softly,
by few brave enough to witness,
holding candles. Ready to hush their glow
as soldiers scour the streets.
Hunting the steadfast will of love.
Devouring the flesh of those found with
steel and flame- Fed to starven Lions for
the amusement of the starving masses.
Oh, how easy it is to be tricked into thinking
you’re the Judge. That you are superior
when blood is being spilled, and you’ve
been given the idea that it’s at your behest.
Perhaps even, for your betterment.
But, all hearts weep when pierced.
And, all the tears are crimson.
No one was or has ever been truly above the other.
Without the magic that would make two become
one despite the knowledge that they could very
well, be doomed by their eternal pledge-
we are but, mortals.
Two souls, cosmically entwined. Truly superior.
Honest in its vast and incalculable grace.
Humanity’s transcendence.
I’d lose my head for that, on any day.
-James Kelley 2019
Categories:
saint valentine, dedication, deep, history, life,
Form: Free verse
Man of good intension, of love, honour,
though defied Roman emperor Claudius,
became a Martyr died without mourner,
yet over centuries became most glorious,
Roman army free of affection or love,
dedicated Fighting men was Claudius's law,
man of the cloth married lovers as he should,
Claudius beheaded him and that's for sure,
from priest to Saint this good man became,
lovers all over the world now celebrate,
fourteenth of February they did proclaim,
due to his death and his undesired fate
this most important day for you and mine,
thanks to wonderful acts of St Valentine.
2/13/2017
Contest sweet Valentine.
Categories:
saint valentine, celebration, christian, dedication, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
Rose and jasmine may loose their
charm and enchanting fragrance
Honey may taste sour and bitter
Even season's sugarcane may
go dry and juiceless
But oh, my sweetheart
I know you 'll remain
my love of charm and virtues
And of unfathomable affection
A true gift to me for life
From St.Valentine!
Categories:
saint valentine, valentines day,
Form: Blank verse
Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.
Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.
Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.
Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone
all the way to his grave.
Categories:
saint valentine, corruption, murder,
Form: Dramatic Monologue