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A Fool In Love In Paris, In April
For crying out loud
I am awesomely proud
To be a Fool in love
With Mother Nature.
I thank the Almighty above
For everything he has done
Hoping that I have a secured future
Earth is now my haven, my Heaven.

I am a Fool who loves my wife
The beautiful trees and flowers
The hummingbirds on the top towers
And the daunting intricacies of life.
Today is the first day of April
I am thrilled like a new drill
I am excited to be the only Fool
Swimming naked in the icy pool.

For God's sake, I am a Fool in love
The eagles are hovering above
The green mountains, this is awesome
That's wonderful, that's very handsome.
This is spring, a new season with a lot of potential
Sure, I am lackadaisically controversial
That's why I love the mad and irate women
And the jerks who refused to say Amen.

Copyright © April, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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it’s easy to miss the juncos’ slow, sudden departure in spring;
messengers from colder warming worlds

they arrive a dulling autumn:
peppering notations of life in a landscape encased,
each deep dark demitasse
brewed on increasingly tardy dawns
painting a night sky inverted

standing ankle deep in first snows
searching for leftover springs beneath the detritus

but then they finally emerge with the warblers,
orioles, robins, and buntings

and pointillism fades beneath impressionist palettes
that flash over treetops and underbrush

but the last juncos linger:
quiet familiar trills outside my window each morning
disrupting stillness till it disappears
an ode to the dark-eyed junco

i just ******* love birds idk what else you need to know. about time i wrote a proper poem about them
morning dew coating the fresh grass
pitter pattering rain showers
green foliage growing on trees
flowers budding in gardens
sun shining in a cloudy sky
the air chilly and warm
nature rebirth
dancing in the rain
jumping in mud puddles
basking in the rays of light
Robin, butterfly, chaffinch calls
wisteria climbs on ancient walls,
magnolia, daffodil, snowdrop scramble
carrion crows parade and amble,
in the garden near the maze
early spring brings warmer days
—apparent late spring.
I wish the heart responded
to all that's in bloom.
I can't help the heart pulses. From Haiku #035.
If I felt then what I feel now
I would love you
All the more
Beyond the exotic folklore

Your Sweet beauty
And Our love like jazz unwinds
Upon the Heavenly luminous shore
With the ballerina waves
that dance
With kindred romance

While you dazzle
With your candlelit
And casual pizazz
The diamond stars
Blush like salsa roses
Blooming
To Sparkle
Gaze WithIn Gaze
Love WithIn
Honey caress

The Spring evening moon
Like a candelabra
Sweetly ablaze
It sighs goldenly aglow
With Our love to forever flow

Reynaldo Casison
I would be glad as the midnight rain
Upon the Spring flowers
Blooming WithIn
The diamond gaze
Of fine wine stars
For her Sweet Love
to be forever mine
Therefore I weep to sigh
Like the exotic flowers
With the Golden rose moon
In the Heavenly sky
Their Love is forever mine
and
Sublime

Reynaldo Casison
Debbie 4d
The blood red vibrant buds on the trees ignite
in a chaotic emergence against the pale blue sky.
The infant spring sheen of the warm sun,
beckons my mind into a garden of oblivion.
Heavy thoughts are lost to the miniature whistles
of the happy house finch.
Breeze sweeps crumbs of dreams that were never clinched.
Penetrating the soul's rich soil
are fresh buds of ideas that have remained loyal.
Before blossoms burst, my black dirt voraciously thirsts.
And then joyous daffodils destroy winter's curse.
Happy spring!
kaylynn 5d
I can't wait for spring
when its officially mine
flower fields in my mind
lets lay down
bathe in the sun
seven playing in the background...

beautiful
so he calls me
take a look in the mirror
has he seen his face?
has he seen his soul?
oh the potential of us together
he's something new
just like the springtime
everything comes back to life
makes everything new again
what more can I explain
he is spring
dressed you for the rain
now this snow pelting pain
aww kid ! bad forecast
haiku inspired .. for my 6yr old
25/03/25 - date of original notes // i dressed you for rain and now this !/sorry nipper/brained by snow pelting pain/but forecast/i dressed you for the rain
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