Swamped Poems

- Echo With Unanswered Questions -

              - Echo ~ the witness who talked too much - quote by poet

                                         a mournful echo
                           sounds swamped my pulsating heart -
                                       do not repeat them
                                   empty room - masonry wall
                                   historic bells from gray peaks

Slave of our mind

To eat when hungry and sleep when sleepy,
at first sight sounds simple enough to do
but when swamped by thoughts, fearful and creepy,
we’re bemused by puzzles we need to sew,
so know not that peace graced on but a few.
Oh, to be a child again, free from strain,
frolicking carefree in the monsoon rain!

Speaking Your Mind

Speaking Your Mind

Every time you 
don’t speak your 
mind these things happen:
snails do 
aerobics, flamingos update their 
details on
important apps, palm trees spill 
out Amish hats, combs beg to 
eat 
lemon pie, stools memorise 
flame thrower literature, and
gravy animals, who live in 
the clouds, help out 
swamped midwives.

Invasion

Paratroopers stealthily slide unnoticed,
chutes deployed, small blazes of white obscured by
fog that lingers lazily, til their numbers
    cover the meadow…

Faster, faster, not just content to cover,
reinforcements filling in, words unspoken,
synchronized with perfect precision, ever
    picking up tempo…

Occupation utterly overwhelming,
swamped defenses, raising a flag, surrender.
Long, the arm of conquering winter, brings a
    lengthening shadow…

Come To See Me

How do you feel about me,
What prevails now - hate, or indifference?
Or I’m too dimmed to be seen
Indistinguishable at the distance
In case you would like to know
How do I feel about you
I can’t describe it, but I can show
If you would let me to do
But you don’t like to reply
Anticipating there’s nothing new
You’ll hear, and maybe that’s why
The TV and facebook have you 
Am I wrong, or right, if it matters
Tell me something you’d like me to hear
Before I get swamped with long letters
Come to see me, while we are here.

The Departure Or The Loss Of A Darling Spouse

It's heartrending to lose a spouse
A very special woman who shares the house
With your body, your heart and your soul
It's very hard to feel losing your whole
Your being, everything you have
It's utterly sad and strange to feel that five
Of your best fingers are cut and numb
It's inconceivable to feel lost and dumb
For quite a while. Losing a darling spouse
Is like being swamped in a toxic niche
Full of bees and ants. A greedy leech
Has sucked up your blood and your mind
And your brain is not feeling too kind
It's painful to lose a wonderful spouse
Your world has turned upside down
You cannot smile. You cannot frown
Everything is different, even your house
Tears are flowing like a river in the summer
You feel hopeless and helpless. And it's somber.

Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.

TRUE MEANING

TRUE MEANING

Easter’s a time of faith at least for some
But others may just take it as a holiday
Its significance today is at risk of fading
Swamped with fancy gifts and parading
The word holiday is actually a holy day
The One having risen, again will come

Marietta Georgia

Marietta Georgia the beginning 
and the end of poetry soup as we 
knew it today we are swamped by ads
investors buying web domains inventing 
shenanigans amidst their very own 
motives creating fake accounts all 
under the same foundations gathering poets
to allow poems to be featured in anthologies 
now is the time for all great poets to come 
to the aid of their country to write or 
not to write that is the question

Storm In a Butterfly House

It rained for 3 days,
drenching torrents plunged down
as if a dam had breached.
There was some local flooding
but by and large only minor damage
a lot of litter and flotsam though
‘sky wreckage’ some called it.

The butterfly house was swamped,
its netted walls were ripped ragged
by broken tree limbs,
the seams in the wooden roof
split apart and a wild,
wind-riding rain rode in.

Purple Admirals were beaten down
by the gusting blows,
then drowned.
Painted Ladies were murdered
their mangled decorative forms
no longer cosmetics.
Longwings no longer flew
but in death, swam limply
in the splashing puddles.
A disarray of broken wings
carpeted the deluged floor.

Somewhere in this caged house
sodden chrysalids sway upon fractured twigs;
eventually there will be fluttering wings,
but not here in this ruined shelter
were the air still drips wetly
onto unreceiving
and unmoving antennae.

Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall 
Please tell me why I always fall
When I try to do something that will build me up 
Then suddenly lose motivation and zeal for it all 

So many pursuits  were met halfway 
I tried to learn skills but procrastination domes my way 
Or suddenly I'm swamped with other responsibilities 
And when I'm ready to go back, people have already gone far 

When I look at my reflection what I see 
Is a failing hypocrite starting back at me 
People think I'm so smart and so put together 
They don't know what burns underneath my sweater 

I wish I could be easier on myself 
And take things one step at a time 
But with the way things are going 
I can only feel peace with God by my side

Fall From Grace

swamped by illusions 
immersed in delusion
a strange darkness 
thoughts in confusion 

‘tis the magical way 
living light is caged
its pride demolished
by cravings upstaged 

demi-gods powerful
choosing paths unjust 
on falling from grace
turn thus to dust 

a mere wisp of straw
can turn the tables
love alone is real
moral of all fables 

27-February-2023

Estonia's Fifth Season

 

Estonia is a country on the shores of the Baltic Sea
the smallest country in Northern Europe
with a fifth season . . . 
a predictable period after winter and before spring
that takes place every year
when flooding submerges forests, the land and homes
with miles and miles of vast moving water
Estonia's Soomaa National Park is a magical place
to experience this fifth season
using water highways knowing the danger 
but with excitement
floating among the trees by canoe
in a drowned world
of swamped meadows and vast forests
where woodpeckers knock on trees
and flowers still poke out of the water
in this haunting landscape of Estonia's fifth season
and then, the water seeps away. . . 
 
________________________
November 07, 2022

Poetry/Free Verse/Estonia's Fifth Season
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1499-667-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance L France


Written for the Premiere contest, The Fifth Season
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 11/14/2022

Sparkling Verse

There are whispers of neon swirl and spinning.
Early morning chirps amid rippling vacillation.
Shades of rainbow with pearlescent spattering.
Ruby tunes in the midst of songbird perception.

Early morning chirps amid rippling vacillation.
Melodies emitted by psychedelic wind whistle.
Ruby songs in the midst of songbird perception.
Glyphs of the cryptical script cut in the crystal.

Melodies emitted by psychedelic wind whistle.
Eerie outlines hopes and dreams in artwork.
Glyphs of the cryptical script cut in the crystal.
Glow with sonnets of a rainbow made of spark.

Eerie outlines hopes and dreams in artwork.
Onto a gloomy sky that was swamped with rain.
Glow with sonnets of a rainbow made of spark.
Is it eminently feasible to experience all the pain?

Onto a gloomy sky that was swamped with rain
Shades of rainbow with pearlescent spattering.
Is it eminently feasible to experience all the pain?
There are whispers of neon swirl and spinning.

Written: May 29, 2022

Agoraphobia

Caged between
giving up and pushing forward
You are trapped within this
solitary zone
where chaos and hate overtake
moments of joy try to escape
You run the distance with nowhere to go
Quarantine days, like a Broadway show
echoes in your head torment you all day long
breaking the warrior who was once very strong
Sitting by your window,
You watch how the light plays on the trees
and the birds swoop
living each day like a bleak dream
monotonous routine on loop
A swirl of emotions melts into soundless oblivion 
swamped all over you with a negative caution
You curl up, claw at the walls of the pit
giving up every time but still holding on with a grit
Anxiety rips you out of sleep, 
you label it as Agoraphobia
I tell you we’ll overcome this pain
and start all over again
I tell you, You’re an Artist- create Art
For you touch lives, you are a savior of my heart.

Her

Her dreams are scissored 
Her hopes are shattered 
She groans to a deaf world 
Her ears are swamped with words 
She's stuck with the  bed 
While her peers are paging through the future
She is a burden,  oh !!!she is nuisance ..
She sometimes dust her self off 
Yet  can't find the ground to put her feet 
It robs her of her joy 
She goes through life with a soft mind ,yet  cold heart 
She sometimes hates the gender 
And all she has is herself...
Teenager,  protect your future
Teenager, don't murder your heart prematurely 
Teenager, protect your future
Teenager, don't be your monster 
Society, let's protect their future
Teenage pregnancy is an enemy,  not to teenagers,  but society...

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