haiku : manifestation process
heart whispers symbols
mindful make intentions, plans ~
action complete, sleep
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Roses are symbols
Love in real life
Its thorn
Its spike tip leaf
Its hard stem
Its gentle petals
Speaks the giver's intent
Smiling heart that accept
Both sparking eyes that yield
In a moment of time, golden
A celebration, two hearts that mend.
Shecht and eat the Paschal lamb
Destroy the ‘no-gods’ of Canaan and Ham
Break the middle matzo, hide half away
Harbinger of a now-hidden day
Chew and swallow the bitters as a reminder
To treat the stranger amongst you kinder
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Notes:
'Shecht- means 'kosher-kill' an animal
'Paschal lamb' - one of the 'no-gods' of Egypt
'Canaan and Ham' - idolaters
Ham was Noah's son, ancestor of Egyptian Kings
Canaan was Ham's son
Mulberry trees, the symbols
of abundance and beauty,
bear sweet and very juicy
white, pink, or purple berries!
The white mulberry leaves are
the food sources of silkworms.
These trees are hailed,
since time immemorial
as the trees of life,
and herbs of immortality!
Butterflies, the symbols
of metamorphosis, grow ~
moving from caterpillars
to beautiful winged creatures,
passing through difficult times!
Their delicate beauty,
and graceful flight is seen
as tokens of elegance, and joy!
They represent freedom,
endurance, and love!
emphasized
distinguished
& scattered
spread out
pretexts
for
reflection
of
nowaday
notions
influenced
&
flavoured
with
humour
prompted
by
contemporary
critiques
All poems are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I am the banner planted on the hill,
Twisting and flapping in the breeze.
I am the pale bird following the ship,
Over blue waves and swelling seas.
I am rain falling on the growing corn,
The music that makes people dance.
I am the open book, the tree in leaf,
The honesty of pure romance.
I am a star that shines in velvet night,
A mystery preserved alone.
Your world is as it is, no more, no less,
You know my name - but seek your own.
Preserve integrity and Freedom’s rules,
Keep them from cradle to the grave:
Value humanity and nature - above all,
Call no man master, no man slave.
Looking for a potent punch line,
on thoughts began to wine and dine,
which noticed not flutter of heart,
caused by love which for love does pine.
Vibrant living is a learnt art,
that needs us to add joy to cart,
koel’s song, taking all along,
the way soul’s ascent, we kick start.
Throb of love discerns right from wrong,
making aura bright and mind strong,
without which we’re on earth adrift,
oblivious to God’s bliss gong.
Dear poet, why merely words sift,
when in cave of heart, glows God’s gift,
radiant light, shining so bright,
enabling our consciousness shift?
I want to live and die at the same time,
In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime.
I pray for the grotesque fame,
None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game.
In this asylum, I live a lie,
The river Life is nothing but a gridlocked tie.
I want to be alive until I don't want to survive,
This phase is not my only witless dive.
Is this asylum true, or just a gruesome illusion?
I want to bring back my vision.
I don't want to live in this ponderous loneliness,
I don't want to die until I wilfully confess.
This asylum is full of savage desires,
I want to submerge myself in my obligations.
The river doesn't want to join the ocean of dark necessities,
The meander is coming closer to my pertinacity.
True wisdom lies in my shadow,
Until it stays in my favour.
For centuries, I have penned the tales of this asylum,
I am nothing but a mere equilibrium.
a gesture
an
immersive
spectacle
a threshold
is crossed
in the
silence
the
lingering
shadow
of
grief
enters
then
loses itself
in
light
I Climbed rocks winged with words,
and paint beauties on my path,
invade palaces unhindered,
bearing arms welling from this frame.
I draw the sword from the scabbard,
piercing dictators with a dagger,
I cut their cables by this craft,
and watched their fickle frame subdued.
I soar like eagle in my thoughts,
coruscating gleams attending,
I see nature's beauty and hear voices,
I roam in firce shades in search of jewels,
The pulse of fear or grim assails,
Yet capapie and undaunted.
I see men entrapped in a race,
oh! that they might see the filth,
and time, how short to pen,
these vague and obscure moments.
Yet, poetry catches but a few.
Seductive
plaY in a realm
of iMagery & rhythm
Beyond
metaphOrical reflected
crystaL light
deSign
oracles as purveyors of all destiny
what was holding hints of that which shall be
the reading of cards with colorful themes
journey of select stars not what it seems
direct result of some predestined scheme
all caught up in some dice thrower's dream
digging through entrails of what's always been
for many the way the future is seen
predictions soon become self-defining
soothsaying just a short step from lying
all an indication your life's preordained
whispered with straight face, little doubt, no shame
a human future cannot be amassed
while one is fully immersed in the past
Politics is like an abstract painting
Difficult to understand
A lot of symbols
A lot of representatives
A lot of metaphors
A lot of hidden meanings
A lot of colours
Attracting but blinding the eyes
Too simple to the eyes
But too complex to the minds
What's seen by the eyes
What's heard by the ears
During canvassing may not be true
We may be cheated and tricked
Like dogs
As some people rear dogs
Some people eat dogs
Vitriolic stances generate vicious marks.
Sweltering, an irritating swamp of sadness.
The bold spirit is infused with pitiful dark.
Levied by cruel words exuding madness.
Each genius suffers fools that ruin their harks.
Parades of enormous egos in the sky.
Thinking, they are clever in their eyes.
If you follow the fool, you will run dry.
This sense of pride links the beat to the rise.
The patient’s head horn was extremely high.
If you seek fame, they shun the white feathers.
Going by water and fire pulls you near.
Stiff work is vital for raising bright ethers.
Each step takes us closer, great or mere.
Bear you via a mirror and dispel your pressure.
Written: October 10, 2022
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