The knife held in trembling hands.
Gasped breaths intermingling in the cold, dreary night.
Hushed whispers, choked off words.
Thousands of what if's disappearing like smoke in the polluted sky.
Soft flesh held in calloused hands.
The soul staring out through its window— or maybe the bars of its cell,
Wondering in amazement at the brine red pools.
Wish you'd have kissed as softly as the knife hurt you.
Glided your dirty hands on unblemished skin as the glinting blade did on yours.
My dream was to marry Miss Poetry
When I was very, very young
Intelligent, determined and strong
Miss Poetry was sweet, zesty and classy.
My Muse was about styles and literature
As I said before, it was always a dream
A luscious dream that shone like a scintillant beam
And I bitterly blamed Mother Nature.
Through inspiration, I tried to find her
Very late at night and early in the morning
Before dawn. So far, I found nothing.
Yet, I’m still searching. I want to conquer
Her smiles, her heart, her soul and rosy kisses
And those would be all the missing pieces.
Copyright © August 2013, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Sun
resplendent, lustrous
invigorating, radiating, warming
humans, habitats, ecosystems, vegetations
captivating, energising, enlightening
scintillant, fluorescent
Light
Date: 18/01/23
Delightful Diamente Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Beauty of a blind man's insight in darkness,
Lack of lustre of insight in the sighted and the wise;
Aglow with stars, the scintillant splendid sky
Charms the black night only in light's absence
Kindling our cognition of the purpose of 'Black' - A Blessing!
Date: 08/25/2021
The Color Black Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Nestled in the woods,
away from sundry glances,
she sleeps in his shadow
and sighs in dusky dreams.
Her melancholic, frozen limbs
ache for the warmth of his orb!
At the dawn of the mellow sphere,
embellished with his golden beams,
she sparkles with his splendor
and smiles at the twilight wonder
as his rosy glow suffuses her being.
Bedecked as a bride in sheer delight,
she serenades merry melodies to his divine sight
and swings in joy with zephyrs.
His glimpse brings her veins to life.
Though far, far beyond her mortal reach,
he inspires her to flow with his rhythm
and exude her ethereal beauty;
she’s a scintillant stream of love!
Date of submission: 1/23/2023
Contest Name: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Contest Sponsor: Mark Toney
She knew she wasn't the
first shy girl conned beneath
a scintillant moon.
Why do boys lie so
- inveigling fabrications
- hoping to impress?
Why interlace fibs,
when, from first sight, she had longed
for his carnal lips?
Now doubts danced - as if
evil spirits were called and
asked to watch, and gloat.
"I can't talk to you
again," she said, "after all
- you’re a stranger."
She doubted he cared
- she doubted everything, like
she had a soiled heart.
I watch her in the sky shining like a diamond chit
splashing her light around in the midnight sombre
she is more beautiful then all other things that orbit
this star, she's an insight to our inner world order
and a heartbeat pulse, I've never known to quit
Watch how she tails her glow above your head
reminding you of halos, sunrises and auric sheens
She's a polished scintillant, never to be misread
a navigator in full throttle a beauteous inbred
even Captains of the sea want her on their team
I remember when I was little me and my daddy
In the backdrop of summer, standing on a balcony
He pointed a finger and taught me about star poetry
I never could have met STARS without his guiding light
So when he died, I quietly sent him out into the night.
3/19/2020
Your love orbits my celestial body causing earthquakes and floods,
Within a calamitous canopy mixing of the barbarous bacterial bloods…
A seditious satellite roaming amongst the scintillant sacrificial spheres,
Hiding amidst your clever cloaking giving me many torrential tears…
Your Supernova will combust leaving you stranded throughout the galaxy,
As the ashes that turn to dust releasing me from your gravitational agony.
Sept.30.2019
Brevity Poetry
No More Than Six Lines
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Music:
Mysteries of the Space Age
Part 2
By Jamuroo
N/A for contest
The mist of the dew
smokes my vision
before the shadows
that penetrate my mind
because of your fallacies, felonies
and fallible conviction;
that with notable ghostings
they falsify your reason...
Well, I'm the phoenix
renascent before dark carburization
and cenesthetic ashes,
that has reached its zenith
ardently scintillant...
And, in front of your dew
and grim manipulator
I admonish and warn you
that firmly and solemnly
solidarily calcinated and burned
your counterfeit heart will remain...
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Luminesence
besprinkles fantasies
on liquid love
surrounding us.
Riding the ebb and flow,
we rock
we lull,
we ripple
in the reverberations
of our aphrodisia.
Salty breezes
teases our excitement
as we salute Venus
with sexual gifts.
Moonlight waltzes scintillant riffles
across the glass-sea surface
to the bateau we sail;
as we dance,
rumba romance
in rhythmic swells,
on our Little Piece of Heaven.
Susan Ashley
July 25, 2017
In the days of mystic Merlin and captivating Celtic lore
The Ancient Druids danced and exuberantly did explore
The Celtic Circles of cityscapes and festive furthermore
They gathered ritually round their sacred scenic stones
Like super Stonehenge sites of zodiacal zenithal zones
Within the Galic gates of the great universal unknowns
Celebrating the Summer Solstice of Natures living law
Through cosmic energy the Druid Duir of ancient awe
Of Celtic clans with sapiential symbols of a Shangri-La
The Celtic Cross still remains within our scintillant sight
Tuatha De Danann tribes of the gods of ritualistic rite
Their stories and teachings amalgamate in a Wizards night.
May.02.2017
YGGDRASIL ME - Contest
Sponsored by: White Wolf
Illustration by same poet...
Markers on white board...
Why do the stars die?
What if such light vanishes?
What if glows darken?
Seek new horizons,
Illuminate dim radiance,
Burnish darkened clouds...
Should glows be polished?
Should obscure stellar cores shine?
Are they even bright?
Clear lucid dreaming,
Scintillant astral travels,
Flashing dimensions...
Should universal
Concealments be enlightened
From ambivalence?
Should such dull secrets
Be revealed or get unveiled
From black nebulas?
Dusk, dawn, day, night, gloom,
Time, space, gravity...;
Are they all shaded?
se déplaçant lentement la tête
de la gauche vers la droite
que le ciel s'ouvre à la lumière night-club
avec le globe scintillant
avec les produits chimiques se précipiter dans les veines
elle ferme les yeux pour profiter de chaque seconde
également
elle oublie la journée de travail, elle oublie la capacité de
oublier ---
alors maintenant quelles sont ces fragments de fracturation?
ce sont ces nouvelles lumières dansent derrière le fermé
paupières?
ce qui est de cette étreinte chaleureuse merveilleux?
pourquoi est-ce interdit?
elle coule
plus que ce qu'elle ait jamais connu
elle éprouve de l'expérience et vibre sur son
grandiose, plus grand, plus grand, plus lumineux
qu'elle ait jamais connu et
ne voulant pas ces moments pour mettre fin à
ne voulant pas ces sons pour arrêter
en passant par son être même
les pompes de musique les pompes de musique
et les lumières faibles sauter
et les lumières faibles sauter
et les lumières faibles sauter
l'intérieur de la caverne comme
néon électro-moustiques
avec pas de place particulière à faire.
The hymns of harmony
Refer to me alas—
With gallant glowing glee,
And shiny silver glass.
Scintillant starry streaks
Of light cleverly hide
The wakefulness we seek
Between The Worlds' divide.
And fumes that Gods inhale
Will perforate my mind.
The fragrance very frail,
With ecstasy entwined!
And Logic WILL protest
Insisting: "Oust with dreams!"
Yet blatantly we’re blessed
With soporific gleams.
Now rest your head anew,
Below the starry sky.
And I will sing to you,
In loving lullaby.
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