More often, her soul widens
farther than breaths of a moon...
and through irreverent eyes,
she saunters into the ledge of woods
past time's curfew and nobility --
a wanton stroll by this sylph
daring the commoness of old rules--
Twirling along pebbles and sand,
kindling night's liniment glorious
like the flared climb of dusk,
her wildfire spews a wanton blaze ----
fearless like some insolent woman
rising from mediocrity, burning oil
while dragonflies sleep in a lull ;
her navel radiant in the flickering,
feathering night with such
stubborn will...a maverick defying
traditional anthems of her nun's school.
Yet, this flared essence turns into warmth
as she tenderly flushes my fears at night
to hold the moon soft blue
while her arms delight in classic tunes,
cleansing my tears with hums
of ardor...and wings spread on
hope's ride divinely beaming with grace:
Mother.
Mama- light tenderly cuddles me;
each sky, each ream of grass
healing my rough, young adult soul...
“My soul is a black maelstrom…” ~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.
Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry as the scorching desert sand
Fear like a heavy boulder sits on my chest
My heart is chasing a Chimera
A pit is forming in my stomach,
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
Grim and gloomy feelings shroud my being
permeating a fatalistic suspicion of society at large
dragging me down the road to depression.
A sense of emptiness is mushrooming within me,
like the morning miasma blurring the view,
All hands of hope have been withdrawn
Every moment henceforth
is pregnant with some novel challenges,
Tackling a new task overwhelms me
and despair prevails over my soul undeterred —
Bogged down by fate,
Tethered to my faith,
and mired in a spiritual quagmire
I am unable to claw my way back up
to Mount Calvary.
~Prompt 2: "As I slip into the void of this endless black."
~Contest: Venom and Stardust: A Birthday Prompt
~sponsor: Sara Jama.
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a kaiser
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
The vibrant hum of passion spews from our lips, as our tongues tango
in the fleshy dance floor
of you’re gullet
The cool breeze freezes the salt to our skin
we speak louder to cover the crash of waves
and the squawk, of sea birds
My arm tangles around you’re waist,
and my fingers dig in to you’re precious skin
Hiccups of love
muddle my words
I lose my voice
in the new found abyss
of you’re eyes
The silence
smooth
sticky
warm
passion
Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy,
filled with self-righteous indignation.
You brute, who spews words of exaltation,
Thy tongue reproves your very own decree.
Thy nature be that of a hypocrite...
with one hand offer a pat on the head.
The other, a knife till victim lay dead
Having drawn thy pen, you stab and you hit.
So misguided Brutus, you have become,
deed was done to a Julius-like one.
Were you inclined when Senate had begun?
What has led thee to the darkness succumb?
Whence you see the baneful flaw of your ways
You whilst then know, 'twas blame you earned, not praise.
The rain is drumming on the rooftop,
tomorrow the river will flood.
The morning news spews outrage
about sewage in the Potomac,
apropos somehow.
Epstein
Iran
Tariffs
Democrats
Republicans
Jesus saves,
maybe not.
LIFE is full of memorable moments:
My brother died
my cousin died
my friend died
my classmate died~
Seconds tick by silently
as my elderly mother
waits to die.
My life is remarkably unmemorable
and that’s okay…
It's not
as if you have
a choice in the matter,
but if you leave a poem it's
enough.
Without the Light, darkness descends
blinding the minds and hearts of men
foolish words and twisted thoughts
truth and error are tangled and tossed.
Prince of darkness spews his lies
“do what is right in your own eyes”
down the wicked path of deceit
away from God, His truth to seek.
Sacred sanctity of new life
becomes a nuisance, source of strife
abort the child, call it their right
an ugly evil, horrible sight.
Fresh flowers are the children’s hearts
immoral lies are poisoned darts
to change their sex, not be as they are
is against God’s plan, always “on par”.
Bitter the apple, once tender and sweet
endless our strife, til the Savior we meet
which path to tread, be it narrow or wide
the one to life, or condemned to die?
Beyond the shock of hearing
Of Rob Reiner’s awful death
Were the comments by a “leader”
Who spews hatred with each breath.
No matter what your feelings
(And of Reiner, I’m a fan),
There’s a level of respect that should
Be granted to a man
And his wife who suffered as they died,
At home, where they were stabbed,
Yet even this presented as
Attention to be grabbed.
There aren’t words to write about
This national disgrace
And even if some MAGA folk
Speak out to save some face…
The outrage should be ‘cross the board –
Ferocious, fierce and loud,
For how in this America
Can anyone feel proud?
Profane words, poor things, scorned as contraband,
In contrast arraigned with words weighed as sane
That hold a moral firm ground-- for long grand.
Forbidden, they talk to us in words plain
But are powered by voltage of thunder clouds
Which, words that wear civil dress seldom can.
What beauty-- words raw, truthful, not in shrouds,
Honest if rude, can do free from restrain!
Not sure? Try stub your toe and mark your jibe:
Sage decorum nor yet homilies rife,
Nor vague philosophical diatribe,
Nor yet poetic prompt on fleeting life!!
Pain, no child of elegant etiquettes,
Spews words profane-- flood flooding past floodgates.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 17.12.2025 | profane, sane, words
Note: The part - II follows.
**Cleaners**
~ O.P.E.N ~
Mon-Fri: 7 a.m. to 7 p.m.
Sat: 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Sun: Closed
- 7a.m. 7°C -
The key scratches
alongside the knob,
cobwebs capture
every corner of the door.
The cold air thumps
against the windows,
as the lightbulb flickers
morning and night
in the gaps of the ceiling
outside the barely
shut door.
Underneath,
reddish pigment cover
the bricks and the cracked
mortar spews out moss,
releasing all creatures
from its remnants.
Squirming around,
tossing about surrounding
the cigarette bud left
from last winter.
The distant air smells
of cheap store bought coffee
mixed with gasoline.
Above rests a pair of shoes,
tarnished from all the weather,
tangled since last year.
The shoes aged
along with the time
whereas the boy,
since last winter,
dissipated
with the once lit
cigarette,
As white blankets
the grounds,
the embers sparks
rises with the ashes
up the telephone wire,
I barely remember
the time,
that boy
never came back.
Edited (7.18.26):
1.18.17 ~ 2.19.18
What is an internet predator ?
The darkness knows it’s end is coming ...
It works to deceive
It shows its true colours in the company of peace .
It screams “You Lie “, spews words of ridicule to make you cry
It’s mental disease , causing discomfort and feelings of unease
A darkness lurks within , smiles at the end of a bad scene
It’s guiding you to its light ..
behind your smart phone screens ...
I am shocked to see so many followers and its numbers on the rise .....
Is 666 a real number ? Does it mean the demise ?
As above is so below in cotton cumulus skies ?
Love flutters amongst the poppies the ones that keep us safe
Be Kind
BeHappy
Be Gentle
Be a genuine face
Be Safe
The rage prevails
On nights like these
When reason fails
And anger breeds
It matters not
The efforts made
The tension’s hot
Foundation laid
The venom spews
From your mouth
You leave no clues
Of what went south
We all must guess
On what, the cause
To start this mess
And prime your claws
And even when
We challenge you
You twist a spin
Deny your blues
You’ll cease to claim
Where you’re at fault
Won’t taint your name
You won’t be caught
Terrorism Explained
Nazis
KKK
Epsteinists
Zionists
common denominator
white men
who professed superiority
Nelson Mandela de bunked them all
a little man in front of Fox news
laughs at the truth
spews illusions
who could possibly be
attracted
to such monsters of hate
Archie Bunkers still exist!
Written: July 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Salted lips confect rust melt,
In my mouth hangs mango smoke.
Bread with oil seeps bitter gloom,
citrus spews on copper tongues.
Vanilla beats in the haze,
ash stays like razed molasses.
The lamp spills sweets on your chin,
my thirst croons of gold and grit.
Your breath spews poison,
your words like hail
storm the night.
You're toxic and
your truth is blackness
doused with venom.
There is no room for compromise.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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