Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon
triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones,
I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune
silken feathers of clementine and gold tones-
body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon,
beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones
whilst rhapsodies of nature serve light to calm-
scattered scars in the air, like cosmic mint balm
But as skies swing heavy, and coldness seeps in,
hope breathes from sapphire dews of rain waltzing free,
for when mists of nature envelopes my skin,
I find traces of peace from roots of my tree
amidst the piercing pain pulsating within-
fields of eagle ferns, the tranquilizing key,
sets a serene scene with silver sequined lines,
sprinkling zests of zen from inner sun that shines.
Sometimes mind gets blanketed in confusion,
sinking behind steel walls sculpted in distress
although shadowed stars swirl like an illusion,
faith is the thread for thin needles to redress
and restitch fragmented frames of vague vision.
So let suppressed agony slowly digress
in pearl pages of cathartic tomorrows-
now my ink abandons yesterday's sorrows.
Categories:
zests, deep, hope, rain,
Form: Ottava rima
Thine eyes keep me awake
In thine forest I found thy lake
Free birds playing with gay
Chirping upon thy nest's hay
Thine eyes let me see through
A gem crystallized in wonders
Animals gaze at a wake through
Thy name blossoms with ponders
Vibrant rivers wave along
In thine bed where title rests
Winds move along
As sweet scents linger and zests
Thine eyes will triumph and seet
Over storms, floods and turmoils
Grounds will shake at my feet
But thine eyes never despoils
Categories:
zests, appreciation, inspirational, memory,
Form: Elegy
I am not going to wait for you to get ill
Or to die to send you bouquets of flowers
Right now is the time to make you feel
That you're loved amid the rain showers.
You are deeply loved my beautiful lady
You are always in my mind, in my thoughts
One day does not pass by without the lust
The love of you, under the shadow of my tree.
I tried to bring you a few rainbows, unfortunately
I was able to bring one, the biggest one, the others
Were to shy. They say that, this year, they're too tiny.
Next year, they'll be more glamorous and colorful across
The marvelous blue sky. Later on, there'll be more sips and zests
I'm wishing you: Happy Birthday with all my love and my guts.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
zests, anniversary, birthday, celebration, flower,
Form: Rhyme
(In memory of Nigeria-Biafra War)
We called on him.
In vain he answered us.
He had died at dusk.
And the night passed unsung
We didn’t sing the moonlight songs
Never sang merry-be-my-friend again.
Only the leaves above rustled,
Singing mutely to the patched moon above
And the link was cut and broken at dusk.
We mourned the night passed unsung.
Only night beings hummed songs that
Rose above Rooftops, and away
Into the nights.
Soon his mother’s sobbing receded
As night’s winds lured her to sleep.
Above, the sky wore patches of mangled
Cloud. Lucifer was there casting
Lots for the nations on the Niger.
Doom had overtaken our innocence.
Soon the airplane came, rumbling noisier than
Her usual gentle flight.
Sparks of suppressed play zests unwound in us.
We rushed to the open to shout her farewell
To the unknown.
It was bombs and explosions shattered us all.
Since then, we never sang
Merry-be-my-friend again nor
Fared well to the airplane.
Categories:
zests, night, war,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The voice of love was melded by the screams unheard
And was abided by the iniquity that kept on saying,
The breaking away time was felt by the weeping unobserved
And was shammed by the smiles that kept on retelling,
The engulfed days of zests by the writings left isolated
And was mirrored by the images of hermit souls of bonding.
The eyeses of faiths was dismayed by the treason besieged
And was beset by the malady that breathed sinning,
The aroma of red roses was reeked by the blazes reddened
And was tinged by the eroses that revived on wounding,
The shed of blood by the stream that was left spouted
And was mirrored by the images of devotees of pledging.
The esthesis of bonheur was born-again by the esthesis disgraced
And was eluded by the span that panted abasing,
The savor of buoyancy was maneuvered by the griefs graveled
And was defamed by the sarcasm that haled on mewling,
The drops of tears by the eyes that was left dazzled
And was mirrored by the images absorbed so recalling.
Categories:
zests, depression, hope, life, lost
Form: Rhyme Royal