not a collection of life’s greatest hits
more the matter of odd pieces and bits
most aspects of existence left to chance
not always leading to rapid advance
jumbled together through disjointed time
risky, no reason, hardly a rhyme
lots of narrative describing mundane
trivial matters of somebody's reign
not every one of Shakespeare's written lines
proved to be earth-shattering or sublime
the glue which held the product together
background, filler, conditions of weather
creating the common vernacular
not all ends up being spectacular
I love; I really love your voice and your diction
Recite me a poem in an unknown language
I don't give a darn about the pronunciation
Undress the words; I love them when they're naked.
Take your time; be loud, louder, harder, and then softer
Do not stop when you arrive at the top of the valleys
Increase the volume, drive me crazy and make gestures
I love the tone but I don't understand the vocabular.
Recite the poem in a language that I do not know
Bring controversial words into my brain, in my core
Force me to inhale the rhythm to the point of dying
I'm inebriated. The sly lyrics are tattooed on my skin.
It's okay to charm me, and to caress me with the words
Again and again. Read proficiently like a veteran actress
I'm heading to bed right now, to lay on my back unstressed
So I can dream like a genius in agony on the old docks.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
This is a translation of the poem 'Récite-Moi Un Poème Dans Une Langue Inconnue' by Hebert Logerie.
Parameter definition is - an arbitrary constant
having a value that characterizes a member
of a system (such as a family of curves);
also : a quantity (such as a mean or variance)
that describes a statistical population.
Spectacular Vernacular
When he said things sounded spectacular;
Which would have to vary in his vernacular,
We soon heard,
When occurred,
And apparently appeared in each parameter.
Jim Horn
outlines
blend
intermingle
pluralise
validate
the faint
interchange..
to become
shadow..
of
itself-
look
closer
for the
elusive
inward traits-
shed
light
on the laconic
with a woven smile....
inner
to
outer
arrayed
Breaking from Vernacular 2 [ edit ]
The truth neglected
A different outcome expected
Never was life so splendid
Happy now even if it ended
Taking time to ease the mind
The less I think the more I find
Change seems more than spectacular
To truly break from the vernacular
On the outside the world is spectacular
Taking a break from the vernacular
Speaking out of sophistication
With no effort or dedication
Taking the time to abscond
Wondering of the things that lye beyond
Alone in the night left with abstraction
Left alone with my ego
My fatal attraction
You say you've loved with all your heart
Dug down deep and pulled out a plumb
Reached levels of ecstasy with numbing toes
Except the ones that went to market
And still, there is hurt in your eyes
That can never be repaired by Botox
With every action, there is a reaction
But Newton’s Third Law does not apply here
Your soul speaks the language of the Universe
But lacks explanation in the vernacular
And when love is dead and gone
All is not lost, the sunrise is but an hour away
whatcha mean it's not spec-tac-u-lar,
it's not the king's spoken command
the way I mean to say ver-nac-u-lar
it's just my talkin' outta hand
don't cha know how folks here talk
syntax of emotion, of little import
music to some ears, others can balk
when e-nun-ci-a-ting an angry retort
it's jus' the way we'z born 'n' raised
don't mean we're not savy 'n' smart
you shake yer head dismayed and fazed
'cuz what is said ain't no work o' art
dude, you learned with the brightest
and know many words and their meanings
of our notions you ain't got the slightest
idea 'bout this neighborhood and its leanin'
form your opinions, but best be circumspect
'cause we talk diff'rent don't mean we can't
infer that you don't unnerstand our dialect
'cause we say "shall not," 'stead of "shan't,"
jus' means we ain't gonna...don't wanna
© Goode Guy 2011-07-12
Through the shades of pain,
Eyes can only read rage and madness,
Encumbered tenants of the
residence where crack lives,
He wants to travel but cannot
afford an atlas,
Dope game forced on him with
no time to practice,
Tries to force himself to sleep
through all the sadness,
Breathing corruption, deep
breathed and maskless,
Dreaming of home but he doesn't
know where that is,
Because his mother has broken
dreams and cracked lips,
He sleeps with pictures of perfect
places he ought to see,
He needs advice that's full of love
and fatherly,
His dad is gone, so where the hell
could father be?
On second thought he thinks
why let it bother me?
The liquor bottles seductively
whisper swallow me,
The liquid drowns the strong mind
that ought to be,
He equates each breath with
Homer's Odyssey,
Hoping the dreams of his Ithica will
someday whisper follow me,
Check your cheques
You must realise or recognise
Quarrelling analysing skillfully
Without criticism centre or colour
Judgement no theatre of grey of arguement
Like a boats draft determined by draughtsman
Curbing ones thoughts like avoiding a roads kerbs
An encyclopaedic almost an un-parallelled programme
A marvellous jewellery there not of aluminium but of pure Gold
Just English
The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringings;
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken form.
I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With a instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing
Would become an elogent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That read my work consuming each morsel
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