Long after its death where dipsomaniacs and dreamers
Have gormandized its spicy meat, its shell still breathes
Emitting a monotonous sound to wake-up babies, toddlers
Mothers, fathers, cousins and soldiers carrying wreathes.
The lambis exhales a sound of patience and resilience
It is a symbol (for Haiti) of hope, pride and perseverance
Haitians are born fighters. Haitians fall and get-up
To fight daily. Haitians, with a smile, will never give up.
The long monotonous squall of the almighty lambis
Can traverse the craters of the mountains and appease
The giant waves of the raging rivers. Listen to the sound
Listen to the bells of freedom, wit and liberty abound.
Copyright © December 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Whispers of the wind rise through my pink hued leaves.
Ethereal evening glow lights the skies.
Raiders of the dusk, hovering on standby.
Walking my way past, I take the dais.
Omnipresent generals in attention stand along with me biased.
Longing wreathes wait on the carved guardians of kingdom mean.
Voyage through the vast unknown is on cards
Either a march to victory or martyrdom I believe.
Salvo of battle cry reverberates unseen.
They looked at the sounds of tones whiched they decribed as tunes of "doomed and saddened people" The blues were the themitism of devilsih wierds could justify the meddling of people. Speaking certain names, with words to create a concern. To cause trouble in the stg: she jumped until the waves knocked down the sand castle her brother had created: and laughed that his labors were in vain.
To make sure the happiness of an individual never happens due to the needs of people, external of a relationship. An action to prevent two people from being together.
An action to prevent two people from collarating either to prevent for a big score or to preventing from starting something new together. Either a permanent relationship or marriage. ( often using terms from one gerne to conflict: (for example) she refused to give the proper instructions to convert the formula, knowin:g it was key to the success of the project)
Written by:
Niente Ad Libertum
Thesotuxo KottonBottom
In Autumn
In Autumn pumpkins hang out in
hedge mazes, corn visits wreathes in
Finland, spices go to
music festivals, photos of
chestnuts do
the splits, marsh mellows make
prank calls, haunted houses tailgate
tourist buses and
fire trucks and
ambulances, porcupines stop
thinking, umbrellas talk
24/7, squirrels read
encyclopaedias, jam people pretend
to be dead, candle people pretend
to be deaf, scarves wear
boots, maple syrup gurgle
nursery rhymes, hens learn to
play the
banjo, chickens lay
cell phones, cherries chase after
bunnies, cupcakes plant
trees, wallets take out
the garbage, and
mittens dip themselves in
cream cheese.
Behold the world, encased in trembling fear,
Where whispers choke beneath a gilded chain.
The cries of truth fall mute, unheard, unclear,
While tyrants feast upon the meek in vain.
The streets are rivers, flowing red with plight,
As hunger gnaws upon the soul's frail thread.
The flames of greed consume the faintest light,
And silence wreathes the dirge for dreams long dead.
Yet, in the shadowed corners of despair,
A spark ignites, defying night's cruel reign.
The poet’s quill, a blade both sharp and fair,
Cuts through the veil to free the world of pain.
Rise, wordsmiths, rise—your gift divine bestowed,
Let justice bloom where truth has long been stowed.
They asked me to carry you to your final place,
I said I’d be honoured with a smile on my face.
But now the times here and I’m in the line,
I’m fighting to breathe brother, I’m not doing fine.
The tears in my eyes make things all a haze, I look to my mam she can tell and holds my gaze.
I can do this for you bro this last big thing,
So I turned to face you and the music started to sing. I carry your weight and yet you feel light, Are you even in there brother this just doesn’t feel right.
You should be with me out riding my bike, you should be teaching me about girls and going on that hike.
But instead I walk you down to your final place,
The wreathes all lined up and there’s a frame of your face.
We cry and we laugh speaking about when times were greater, I’ll miss you big brother this is not goodbye..it’s see you later.
Spellbound life takes dream flight,
magic wreathes charmed longing where fancy shadows sway
in moonlight.
Stardust wand blurred,
swings in weird hands in sapphire bay,
wizard.
Romance
performs ballet
trance.
Spellbound life takes dream flight,
swings in weird hands in sapphire bay,
trance.
People of many nations
Rallied to the cause
United in their effort
To end two World Wars.
At the many Cenotaphs
Poppy Wreathes are laid
With two minutes silence
And National respect is paid.
Veterans of all generations
Think of their lost friends
Tears are held back as
Each ceremony ends.
We have kept our promise
Renewed every November
In spite of passing years
We will always remember.
*Image Raptured in Heaven by Pint.
Raptured in Heaven
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Those who have mourned, the meek, and merciful,
Answers to who holds the key to unlock,
Plus, hungry and thirsty righteous dreamful.
Newness befalls refreshed innocent breathes,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
True turtledoves hail friendly laurel wreathes,
Harmonious life will be a cakewalk.
It is Grace who's at your door, comes a knock,
Your soul chronicled in the Book of Life,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Preparations made for your afterlife.
Prayers gifts comfort, freed from the abyss,
Your salvation resources round-the-clock,
He kept His promise--everlasting bliss,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock.
2023 February 02
*10th Place*
YOUR OPTION
~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 February 06
Your hairs are grey,
and too are mines,
with the same scent,
they still remain divines,
We had a life,
a really great one,
enjoyed together
the rain and the sun,
we laughed a lot,
we were like a wot,
our stong connection,
we never forgot
And since we are in bed,
in our last breathes,
let me make love with you,
embraced like the flowers in wreathes
The body of yours,
is for mine like cures,
still at this age,
it give me allures
So my dear Cass,
I never wanted less,
that being with you,
all my life through
How crisp is the chill of Autumn's wind
that brings a blush of rouge to my cheeks.
It blows through branches dressed in leaves
of chromatic colors, crimson, orange and gold.
Hues that appear in the fall, vibrant and bold.
Beneath a forest of maples is a woodland carpet
and all that remains are empty nests from spring.
But nearby I hear the drumming of a woodpecker.
Clouds are swiftly drifting by as if in a hurry,
and squirrels are gathering acorns. How they scurry!
Faintly, I smell the sweet scent of oak boughs burning.
Smoke from a chimney wreathes its way to the sky.
I'm only able to catch a glimpse of the log cabin,
but I envy who lives there, enjoying nature's charm.
There are pumpkins to be harvested on their farm.
I smile at a pair of swans as they glide on the pond,
swimming together without a care in the world.
Mated for life... how I admire such avian fidelity.
Nature has lovely scenery in each season of the year,
but none as glorious as Autumn's colorful sphere.
Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper ~ December 23, 2022
(M)ay this Christmas bring you peace
(E)verywhere you go
(R)estful moments and happiness
(R)ides through twinkling memories
(Y)ou are watched by angels
(C)andy canes and sweets to savor
(H)olly, wreathes and mistletoe
(R)emember each and every thing
(I)t’s a celebration of love for all
(S)nowmen, candles and bright lights
(T)o glow in the star filled nights
(M)erry Christmas everyone
(A) special time for giving and sharing
(S)erenity will find your heart, you are not alone
Heidi Sands
12/22/22
Carolina Jasmine
wreathes her in beauty
cancer free
Upon the ground
(To be sung to the tune of “As Time Goes By” from the movie “Casablanca”)
In this October mist
I know you must insist
The leaves will fall around
In colors right before your eyes
Upon the ground
The temperature will chill
These sunny days so still
A pumpkin patch you will be found
They grow along a vine of green
Upon the ground
Pine cones and scarecrows
Wreathes upon the gate
Warm sugar cookies
Resting on a plate
Scarves plaid and woolen, oh we cannot wait
For autumn’s wondrous sound
The gardens now are bare
Though still a smile we share
This season always does astound
Our footprints as we walk we leave
Upon the ground
For the: Change the Record Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
Charcoal cloud clutches the marooned moon
The sky stifles behind the dark shroud
The nubile night breathes the music of breeze
Rippling in the sound of silence.
The ocean wreathes with surging surface waves
The water at cold depth is fathomless serene
Respires the breath of dense darkness
Flowing in the sound of silence.
The tapestry of life torn by torment
Searches deep within for the lattice of quietude
The smothered mind soaks the breath of solace
Drifting in the sound of silence.
The captivating cacophony of materialistic life
Suffocates the consciousness of the absolute being
The secluded soul is suffused with the breath of bliss
Wafting in the sound of silence.
In the endless journey of the insensate essence
Across the seamless landscape of the ultimate reality
As we be breathed, feel the breath of Om
Vibrating in the sound of silence.
(Om is the sound of sacred spiritual symbol in Hinduism, signifying the essence of the ultimate reality, consciousness, or Paramatman. (Wikipedia)
August 19, 2021
Contest : As We Be Breathed
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
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