Mystery Writing Poems

For all the planning
and learned preparation
poetry remains part
mystery

a write only dimly solvable

a poet wisely advised to
proudly accept 
all credits, while adhering failures 
to sacrificial muses,...

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WEB OF WORDS

Weaving a wonderful Web of words, 
Of such delicate silken threads, 
Where words are woven and entwined, 
These stories running through our heads....

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Had they left this trail of words
Leading to a shadow
Concealing a mystery
As a challenge
Perhaps
A map-less guide
To an unknown horizon
Peeking over a surprised sunrise
Maybe an invitation
To...

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I am now learning
How to write a good haiku
‘Tis my real first poem.

Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author...

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Who can say where it comes from?
Only that it’s there, when least expected,
thought to be rare if not obsolete

One night, the air a swirl of...

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Beethoveen boppying to the beat of a rhythmic flow.
Classified as most wanted.
Hop scotch jump ropping pro.
Treasure in it's cat.

People in it's horizon horizontally.
Pope's prediction was...

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The said hieroglyphics drove into the night,
Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped,
Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight,
To foster fomented a reasoned parallax,...

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"Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more, in the leafless root there is no less"...

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"Truth shall always prevail", 
... Or so I have heard. 
It's merely been a year, 
Yet, can't seem to recover. 

Crying for help? 
"Oof, grow...

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Reading fun books all day
Renews life with a smile
Romance-tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Running book down my lap
Read pages into life
Red hot dreams are in sight...

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I love reading fun books
Life is in the pages
Humor~tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Book slips down to my lap
Dreamland I am headed
Pages coming to life...

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A “PAPA” coffee cup
Not quite as old as
Those who gave it to me.
An old metal stapler,
Part fastener, part weapon.
27 pencils which
Can never be found when...

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In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine,
Second poets tribute series, third poet Gerard Manley Hopkins

Blood that entices with its red-glow appeal
Its bright warmth into...

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My world, You know
My heart, my deepest thoughts
My dreams and my goals,
My memories and joys,
My feelings and my doubts,
With You, I’m an open book
And there,...

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It seems
The poetic forms
Outnumber the norms
Of rhythm, pace and meter
As if meeting an old acquaintance
But didn’t want to meet her

I prefer the Iamb
With fingers counting...

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