Many fall in love without
presence of mind.
They repeat the mod cliché
that love is blind...
But sensible matchmaking
chooses more feasible soulmates.
Kids need adult supervision
in the matter of dates.
Love is a very special emotion
that causes much commotion
in the heart and soul,
where it has a big role.
Love's possible anytime, anywhere,
and many are caught by it unawares.
But don't let love be just a stupor
from which you wake up in horror.
Don't let love be a one night stand drink
from which you get a hangover.
Committed Love shouldn't be a fad or spell
from which you just get over...
When young minds play their own cupid
To many that has brought heartache and sorrow.
Underage kids dating is even more stupid
They usually regret on the morrow.
Reason doesn't work in a fit of passion.
So its best to love with
your mind and consultation.
Having love affairs without deliberation
is harmful fashion.
Head over heels
without discussion,
with well-wishers
may cause concussion
headache
of so-called lovers...
Use your head before your heart
Not every spark
should start a fire....
We shall defeat the loneliness
due to our willingness to be
as one
My handsomeness and her
Beauty shall be the. Means
to justify the agreement of
those who find us attractive.
The flutes and bassoons complimentef
One another.
She planted sugarcane in a wintery
region. And fused sugarcane fermented
With dehydrated pine berries.
It's desespert need to belong among
the popular and most notable
Allowed smart folk to fuse flavors
that complimented one another to
Establish a new flavor for people
Who weren't ashamed to want and
Need it. The "slurps of respected people's"
Sorted men andales. It sorted fools
And connisuriurs to delight on flavors
and tastes!
"What smiles are men's"
Written by; De Slurping Kind"
Music created by lovers
Music created by wisher
Wishers Music in a world
Of pretty people
Another "I Do," Another Pledge**
I found myself confronting mortality in the guise of the viper on the day my heart was irrevocably broken. Deep within, I understand that he liberated you, much like the Meadowlark’s song.
Once again, I utter "I do" and make another pledge. The deceitful viper adorned himself in the same black suit. He donned the colors associated with malevolence during this second endeavor, for it is indicated that "strait is the gate and narrow is the way."
His countenance radiates as he feigns a smile, resembling a contrived pose for the camera. I observed the specter of death in his expression, reminiscent of Pinocchio’s nose.
The well-wishers murmured, "No discernment; what a disgrace, what a waste! A lamentable image of a man." The pastor solemnly proclaimed, "Amen."
I perceived death upon the visage of the haunted individual. The fissures in the antiquated brick wall emitted a haunting melody: "You stand before the altar as yet another fool."
Is this a wedding or a funeral—an evening fraught with foreboding? The middle-aged groom reflects a decline in love and kindness. Love, indeed, is blind.
Finally, everything was made possible
From just 'You and I', to 'Groom and Bride'
By our beloved and precious families
We walked the aisle of the church with blessed smiles.
Friends and well-wishers, who always stayed along,
Who prayed and blessed our journey.
Grateful to everyone for being a part of our wonderful story.
The crush of reporters with mikes
the security entourage
Autograph-seekers, well-wishers
hand-shakers, selfie-fishers
On stage 24/7... with luck, for years
Careening 'career' ... jeers and cheers
~ ‘midst the booze veneer
Stop peeping through my window.
I am not, herein, on any snooze show.
You frighten me with pin-pierce-like aches.
In my dreams, you send snakes.
I am frightened of my irreversibility.
Isn't evil's mischievous causality?
I sleep and wake with thanatophobia.
Knell is heard in my ears, not Gloria.
The world seems strange to me.
My well-wishers say I'll be soon free.
Is freedom regressing within myself?
Do I need, anymore, jewels on my shelf?
I remain shocked, often, and numb.
Unconsciously, I calculate my existential sum.
Anguish and anger brew in me.
I see void, vacuum, and absurdity.
Where has my creed gone?
Why is there dryness in the marrow of my bone?
I bear everything, whether great or small.
Trusting in an eternal life towards which I crawl…
Lost in the lexicon of subtlegafe
dumbconfonded at the the break of day
Watching the smiles from the well wishers
a mass of contradiction ensures
A vexation for the night
brief excursions to be stet
stretching time higher than the cornflowers
back bent the best he could do
Every dearest moment
sent by love is sweet honey,
open those arms and greet it;
it's not gold, but rather joy!
We are restless seekers
and persistent wishers;
we cling to silly things,
our very narrow and irrational minds
won't perceive anything that binds!
Every dearest moment
felt with true appreciation
sparks a cheering elation;
every dearest moment
is as dazzling as snow,
making feelings glow!
We turn away from untrue looks,
shunning pretentious affections...
until the perfect match is found;
until that big dream is crowned!
“Let’s fly together
I’m the pilot; you’re the stewardess…”
Such is articulated by my special child!
Thus, we soar beyond clouds
inside his wheelchair-turned space craft.
Devoid of wings, there we zoom
toward the stars
enthralled by celestial bodies
midst triumphant glee.
Exploring freedom with zest
we bow gratefully to God
praising Him midst miracles
acknowledging His specialization
for impossibilities*...
Concluding our journey
we meet angels of sweet kindness
ready to distribute heavenly goodies
for well-wishers in the orphanage.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
February 25, 2024
3rd place, "Fantasy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chetta Achara; judged on 2/27/2024
You left
After death
Knocked at your door
No need to say more.
We painfully grieved
We recited your poems.
We cried like grown kids
As you lay
Silently surrounded
By a dazzling array of orchids
You said nothing
Phenomenal Darling.
We quietly grieved
We listened to your poems.
As you lay in state
Speechlessly surrounded
By good wishers who love you
Many poets paid tribute to you
You were phenomenally gifted
And blessed
May you rest in peace!
Now we understand your poems
We know why you had to leave.
Death came
You were neither ashamed
Nor afraid to go on the journey
Today is your day
And ours will come soon
Under a somber moon
Let us reminisce
You will surely be missed
My Darling
The bells rang
Good morning.
Copyright© June 7, 2014 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
If this is the last time, a vow I keep,
Lamenting loneliness, within me seeps,
The cure, I believe, lies within the soul,
Awakening it, making the heart feel whole.
A voice so warm, a smile that brings in light,
Medicine for my heart in the lonely night,
Not desperate, yet longing for a friend,
A companion's solace, a soul to mend.
As companions depart, leaving me in strife,
In this vast ocean, seeking precious life,
Well-wishers fade, just fleeting for a while,
When chat windows close, lonelier the mile.
Love, a vine that clings to nearby life's wall,
Embracing me with compassion's tender call.
Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: miraculous rule
Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand
Sir Jude never gave them a thought:
Not the kind of ideas he bought.
Well-wishers went down on their knees
"Please sir, play the draws - Double Please!"
Soon, the draws great miracle wrought;
On other palms dropped what Jude sought:
Millions that shan't take one to court;
Big cash for life of any sort
And since then Jude body heat fought
At home waiting: his empty pot:
Goes to toilets of The Caught Short
Who tells people "God is my fort!"
A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth
Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of life in piles
Surmounting torments of viles
Dreams on waters slate
Streams of sages proliferate
Sun beam of neon flickers
Teeming waters on pickers
Wishers with panoramic views
Dreamer of waters purviews
Like well-wishers throwing coins over heels
Eye-openers on picker wheels
A river full of life
A river lull of strife
Outpouring a thousand mile
Outscoring a thousand smile
On this river of hope
A bigger dream to scope
A kaleidescope of scenery
Grandeur over tapestry
One day the said river dried
No one ever wondered and belied
Gold in pieces on the ground mounted
In the hearts of gold sprouted
Euphrates...
A river
First you must have faith in your talent
Confidence in yourself must be present
Then your progress will be super fast
All the difficulties, you can just outlast
Methodically if you make the preparation
Perfectly you can execute your portion
Proceed with a positive thought to win
Be firm zestfully, then the task you begin
Never think that you can never at all do
Always believe that God will ever rescue
With hope fill your heart and be mirthful
To all your well-wishers be truly faithful
Maximum optimism is the best spirit
That will highlight finely your merit
Getting upset or confused is very bad
Always trust upon Justice must be had
Definitely the path will contain hurdles
Life will be filled with terrible riddles
A wise man has a balanced approach
His mind, fear cannot at all encroach.
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