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.
jade
calcite
peridot
porcelain vase
liquid lapis veins
glitter gemstones gleaming
blushing ruby heart sighing
her tourmaline painting hands whoosh
starry strokes of fireflies gardens
chromatic souls from mother nature's pearls
January 22nd 2025
In your hands, lies twenty-four hours to live.
You can cry in your beer…. or smile and give.!
Do you have two legs to walk down the street?
Buy a fresh apple, give it to a homeless one to eat.
If someone walked out of your life, no sweat.
I say find another, with very sweet breath.
All of us have lost those we loved deeply, forever!
But you are the master of your life, yes you, a joy giver!
Please do not ask, what life will do for me!
Ask instead, what will i I do, sming, for thee!
12/12/2924
Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale
Now what do I do with this love of mine?
It seems to have lost it's sparkle and shine.
I hope and keep praying, that he'll show me a sign,
That shows that he feels I've now paid for my crimes.
But here I sit waiting...wasting more than just time.
Playing house and pretending that everything's fine.
Until reality barges in, as I write line after line,
And I see my poem come together...
It's my life that won't rhyme.
The frost on pines,
winter's fine show...
it shines, sparkles.
Unnoticed he all went then,
A rare case for my eyes unsent.
Unaware I walked through the corridor's ment ,
Not knowing someone's glorious sparkles were on me Amen.
Heard his shoes calling loud ,
But it was too intimidating to look around.
Resisted in every way's crowd,
Turned around immediately as I was bound.
Okay , yes our eyes met,
With a rather delusional way .
I looked away as I was all set,
With an unexplainable feeling called love they say....
In the depths of my heart, I felt romance.
A passion that burned with full-throttle force,
And in your eyes, I found a kindred spirit.
Someone who understood my every limit
We sang a song that echoed through the earth.
a melody that spoke of love and desire,
Our hearts are entwined as aesthetic mirth.
A symphony that set our souls turn to fire.
We walked hand in hand through fields of green,
Our laughter is a sweet melody in the air.
The world around us seemed to glean
And at that moment, it was just us there.
With each passing day, our love grew stronger.
A bond that nothing could ever sever,
And as we stood beneath the starry sky, longer
We knew that our love would last forever.
So here we are—both hearts that beat as one.
Living our lives in errorless harmony,
And as we faced the future together, we won.
We agnize that our love will always be.
I offer to you my sweet heart every day
In lieu of heaven and honey cakes
I offer to you bouquets of pretty flowers
To see your sensational smile sparkle.
I think of you every second of the day
With you, I would like to go around
Around and around until I get ebriate
Where I’ll be dazed, and you, my love, bewildered.
Love does lavish wonders
Which schlep crazy happy days
Where I devote my faith and my ardor, to you, at all times.
Love opens wide the doors to great happiness
To let in the freshness of an eternal
And magical spring. Woman! I’m dreaming of old times.
P.S. Translation of ‘Pour Voir Jaillir Ton Sourire Exceptionnel’
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © January 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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