You sparkle, Bill,
in the way a stray blue thought
lights up a quiet room~
not loud,
just true.
A small brightness,
unexpected,
like finding a feather
caught in the hinge of a day
that felt too heavy
to lift.
You speak,
and something in the air
shifts~
a soft bound
toward calm,
toward the kind of peace
memory keeps
for later.
Not brilliance,
not blaze,
but that gentle shimmer
that stays
after the words
have settled.
And I think
that’s the real glow~
the way your voice
turns the ordinary
just slightly,
so it opens
like a door
I didn’t know
was waiting.
Written 5th Aug 2026 for weekly poetry competition. August 3rd 2026 to August 9th 2026
I am a tall American Sweetgum Tree
Star- shaped leaves colours of purple yellow and red
Graceful ~ loved by all
Robins land on my branches
Sweetly serenade me
Songs of joy sharing nature’s love
Children skip round me giggling
I am head tree guarding the Magical Forest
Unicorns, fairy’s ~ even goblins love me
People come hug me and tell me they love me
Majestic mountains bow to me
Magical kingdom is place to be
Castle glistens in the sunshine
At night owls hoot to me
Lights surround me showing my beauty
I love all seasons especially winter
Snow dazzles and sparkles on me
People from all over world photograph me
Quote “keep dreaming coz ~dreams come true, when you fully believe “by Scottydotti
Acrostic
R ainbows flash across the sky
A las~ beauty of the colours
I n sink~ they sparkle and shine
N ever ! stop believing in love
B e happy, share the love
O h such bliss from God above
W ow ~ devine beauty around
M agical unicorns radiate joy
A las ~ time zooms by, sieze the day~ fly
G lad to be alive, free to be me
I indigo sky so blue above you
C louds are amazing look at shape, see pictures
solitary moon
shining through stained window sash
rose in beveled glass
sparkling bloom in light
exuding magic powers
in the sleepless hours
golden times will come
in a cottage by the sea
he will marry me
pink rose in glint vase
where the pearl moon is peering
in teal days of spring
Swivel
and Sparkle
and Splinter
passion will bear
Aghast
over serrated
STARSCAPES
blistering past
the past
AGONY
Scalds and
Stumbles
Destiny
flings
AJAR
seething
delirious
rumble
of a dismembered
S T A R -
Flushed in a Ream of Fire -
Redolent and
Untrue -
scorching the sky
ENTIRE
over remains of
YOU -
over charades of splendor -
over cascades of pain -
over a long-lost
Laughter
desolate and insane -
over volition
SHATTERED
into a silent scream -
over intention
SCATTERED
into a field
of seem -
over a lifeforce
blended
with a malignant lie
over a soul
upended
in an obverse reply -
Over my clutching wristbones -
over your lips of dew -
over two Haunted Heartforms
Blended and
Torn Anew - -
Vanishing passion
Clambered
Shriveled like drops
of doom
and Essence remained
Dismembered
In the Blistering light
of the moon.
Love may always sparkle in our eyes
but when comes Valentine's Day
champagne is a must on the menu
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Burton and Taylor.. lived often
in trailers..In a way they still do.' Though on tv.'
And pc's also phones now, mind you.' I see they've kept up
With (the times) just a note in my rhymes
Dick was never failed by his libido, nor was
Lizz, as far as we know? I guess one
thing was
In his favour.' Thats the gifts he often gave
Her..It seems he knew what made her tick
So. He provided much in lapro-dizzy-ac.' Now
Those great diamond rocks, sure soothed her 'whole
Being' or so i'm told.? may these lines
Lift your soul.? Levity cant hurt us, if its
Warm, not cold.' So i leave you some lines
That might stick.? Sort of? well?? In you mind,
Yes!! A laugh-rod-isiac.) I know.?
Ha ha.' Or even ho? This poem being
Rather slick..I hope it'll do do the trick.?
Tonight, it's madness to see myself
Deep in your brown and soft eyes
It's like diving into a modest mirror
Where a special joy awaits me like a tiger.
My face dances at the bottom of this strange pond
Where two average fish swim like two pigeons
Shutting back and forth like two lovers under the bridge
It's captivating to look at you with a happy heart.
In the sparkle of your sweet and loving eyes
I see myself beaconed and drowning in a well of humor
Where two young turtles try to escape in vain
Forgetting that they are damned for an uncertain time.
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
They dressed me up in tinsel
and lametta I recall
stood me in a corner
not as a wallflower
I was the belle of the ball
but now my needles shedding
the moment I've been dreading
limp lonely forgotten neglected
not long before I'm ejected
and two weeks later here am I
a sad and sorry sight to behold
enough to make one cry
discarded by the side of the road
wasting away out in the cold
alas this is the fate awaits us
to make the children smile
here today gone tomorrow
born to sparkle but for a while
alive like rainbows
buds bluebirds wild ecstasy ~
cherry sun gone down
I had a green parakeet and Sparkle was his name.
When he died thirty-five years ago, it was a shame.
On the last day of April, I found him dead in his cage.
I bought him in 1981 and he died of old age.
My one parakeet outlived three blue parakeets that belonged to my mother.
Sparkle was my one and only parakeet, when he died, I did not buy another.
I owned my parakeet for over nine years and he was a great pet.
He died 35 years ago today and he was a bird who I'll never forget.
(Dedicated to Sparkle who died 35 years ago today on April 30, 1990)
If I were a dewdrop, I'd wish I were a blossom.
If I were a blossom, I'd wish I were a butterfly.
If I were a butterfly, I'd wish I were a dewdrop.
Where does all the wishing end?
In a little house, where there is golden honey light,
a wind-kissed garden, some star-woven lullabies, and Grandmother,
laying the tapestry of tomorrow on the sandalwood table.
And Aarohi, Aarohi, sitting at that table,
eyes sparkling like monsoon rain on lotus leaves,
wishing to be there.
Strong, resilient, iridescent
Trapped in folds, they are translucent
Culture cultivate grafted right
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Mollusk secretes nacre layers
Wild pearls fetch prompt giga payers
Placed right they are prettiest sight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Implant good in delicate soul
Ego, pride, hate, lust can play foul
Turn to true source to be moonlight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Kindness, faith and love are virtues
Rare, admirable true values
They attract source and return bright
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
There is nothing that you need to do or say,
I can see what you are thinking by looking into your eyes.
Those eyes that are the window to your soul,
Those eyes that are so often difficult to control.
I see your eyes go dark when you are feeling angry or sad,
Your eyes that sparkle and shine when things are not too bad.
So, I look at, and I watch your eyes, you don't have to speak,
And I know you will find the happiness that you seek.
Down by the river
In a valley very green
Live the nicest little people
That were ever, ever seen.
They have lots of little houses
All along the valley floor
With so many, many windows
And such tiny, tiny doors.
And if you’re very careful
And you creep up soft and slow
You might sometimes hear their laughter
When the sun is sinking low.
For these tiny, tiny people
Sleep all through the sun-long day
And soon as night approaches
They get up to sing and play.
Through the night with moon and stardust
Shining in the river’s face
They go dancing down the valley
Breaking up the mist like lace.
And if you’re very careful
In the morning soft and slow
You can sometimes find their jewels
On the grass-blades hanging low,
For the nicest little people
In the river valley green
Take the mist and dew and stardust
And their laughter all unseen
And they mix them all together
Just before the night is through
So that in the early sunshine
We enjoy their jewels too.
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