In deepest, darkest depths of my despair
I find myself without a saving grace.
A pendulum of pain prevents my prayer
from rising upward through the dead of space.
Within these walls a war where no one wins
repeats itself just like a worn-out rhyme.
No swain should e’er succumb to swinish sins,
for he who does the crime must do the time.
And yet there was a time I loved her true,
and in those days we dreamt without restraint.
These merry memories now make me rue
a life I should have lived with more constraint.
For now, I dwell inside this cursed abyss,
a mournful soul who misses her sweet kiss.
Categories:
swinish, angst, arabic,
Form: Sonnet
Occasionally
We see
Phenomenal matters of love
With our heart
But not with our eyes
At first, we find ourselves happy
Where we unearth in the yard
At the bottom of the gravel
Gold or diamond
Inadvertently
By sheer luck
Or by accident
The great misfortune
Or happiness
Not far from the hourglass.
Love walks with the season and time
As the clock tells the tone and time
The barometer measures the pressure
Of love with patience and passion.
Periodically
We see
Unprecedented matters of love
With resentment
We ask for forgiveness and help
Since our heart
Is blind, swinish, emotional and sensitive
In the face of irreversible decisions.
P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Matières D’Amour’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
swinish, emotions, forgiveness, happiness, life,
Form: Free verse
Hating isn't for whole of my life,
Yet in here, I have to create a strife.
We shall wait till the poem, I finish
Then I'll embrace thee going swinish.
Grant me now, I'll pretend,
My hatred will blow to an end.
Ever since the time we met,
My loathing grew strong, I bet.
Don't advance near me, ever
The glare I bear here will lever,
That will throw thee to a distant,
Never to be, anyway persistent.
Farther away shall thee go
As I yell with a wrinkled brow,
Yet my heart shall cry in fear
Lest we lose the closeness, so clear.
I am almost getting over
Come nearer, let's see the changeover
I am a Q whose life will be vainly dark
If I am alone like in a lone park.
Categories:
swinish, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Can you hear it?
Not that anybody presses so,
But still,
There they are.
Their obnoxious shouting,
With twitching countenances,
A purely inconceivable demeanor
Consisting of nothing
But insanity,
Lust,
And overall
Ravenousness.
They used to walk,
Walk inside,
And back out again
Ever so orderly.
Gloriously gallant guards
Protecting the central base
Of their livelihood.
Now,
They scramble
Writhing,
Self-penalizing,
Wriggling with utter chaos
As the lot of anxious,
Swinish abominations
That we now realize they are.
That we are.
Categories:
swinish, allegory, analogy, angst, animal,
Form: Free verse
Wishes favored over air
Hopes o’er constancy plain
Oases stripped of falsehoods fair
Still egged on by pain
Flowering hope, a swinish symbol
The sweet are only taste
Protective only as a ghostly thimble
Plummeting disgrace
Tip toe tip toe little dreams
You’re wrong, you’re air, you’re scarce
Glazed eyes reek of busted seams
In a knitted sleeve that tears
Categories:
swinish, childhood, dream, fate, hope,
Form: Quatrain
My past life was like a cold lump of clay
Forced to caricature, no more no less
Numbed and swinish, departed and grey
With a fractured heart, slack and lifeless
Though I wandered harshly; looking but locked
And twice pulled sparing arrows from my chest
A true golden beauty leaned in and knocked
Some sense into my head; my God I’m blessed
I look at my life here and now with you
And I find life in bloom all around me
A garden of growth filed with soft and new
Fruits and flowers beside the Sacred Tree
The pieces of my heart, your touch restores
And the key to my love, forever yours
Categories:
swinish, love, marriage, wife, life,
Form: Sonnet