#landscape
Tourism can be good,to mix for the local economy like windmills generating energy,
positive energy can grow like continuous effort
that 1 day can bring results,
Couples of socks can match and others may not,Similar to diversity where different backgrounds can soak near each other so may the sinful wars come to common terms,
The pond of water can be contaminated yet there was the homes of frogs,
So the homes of the innocent may the leaders not destroy them in crossfire,
Sinful Conflict and war what little can be earned isn’t required for the possible ocean of blood lost,
The pit in the land that can be empty from bombs could witness the future planting of seeds slowly growing into towering trees,
The community servicing others may be like a pricy jewel found in times of famine,
The best of protectors is A
Octopus may have tails each having its own function some hide deeper in the marine so hidden yet an important part of the ecosystem,
Some who may not be the most open yet are essential to attaining the highest level,
Such may be the hidden drive inside the Muslim that is determined not to lose to sin and let good put out the fire of sin with water.
From green lands that can stretch far miles and miles till what is outside what the eye can see,
May Allah protect the natural beauty of the soothing acres of luscious green
14h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:36 AM UTC
There stands a rock here,
the Queen; the King has fallen --
into the breakers.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:45 AM UTC
From The Horse
a lot of digging has been done
right through the island
where the Eastern Canal now
runs, to Mound White
Further on, on the mainland
the canal passed through
the Big Lake
below the Border Ditch
diagonally through the pattern
of the Waterland
past Hollow Ditch and
the Flower Valley Country Road
to Waterland Dam, no further
did the confidence extend
The skeptics got their right
by refusing to contribute
and 200 years later it is clear:
the plan was not bold enough
for the course of history
that is constantly changing
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 4:19 AM UTC
The heath is hazy,
fringed by snow-capped spruce trees, with --
deer eyes in between.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:27 AM UTC
a spat of code traverses (flight 864)
landscape skyline winter stillness
mealy air of an open-space canvas
weights the weather at its' base
pushing down
on industrial marks of the city
those rehashed as living spaces
bedded between old hacks of snow
those that awaits natural collapse
or arson
heavy air packs into low cloud patterns:
subtle stretched cotton bruises
and more distant buttons
itched and fidgeted into being
by unseen water sketches
and faded mountain ridges
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
My window a work
of art, a landscape, changing --
into rain patterns.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:26 AM UTC
I dreamt of a world,
where freckles danced across a beautiful landscape.
But I never could figure out where to find this place
I realize now,
the view of my dreams that brought me peace,
Was the sea of freckles across your face.
Accompanied by a smile,
and a sincere gaze
My provider of peace,
for the rest of days
My provider of peace,
Not just in your eyes,
But in how your soul,
Helps my spirit rise.
You’re the ‘soul who cares’ through thick and thin,
I love the landscape,
But adore what's within
It’s a lot more than patterns on the skin,
It’s the warmth of the soul glowing within,
Beauty not captured by mere sight alone,
Rather found in the kindness and the heart you have shown.
At night I lie down,
gotta try to get some sleep,
It's never quite that easy,
Mind has other things too see,
than counting sheep.
But I see something break through the chaos,
It brings relaxation,
a feeling of peace.
As I stand on the bridge of your nose,
Admiring the hills and valleys below;
I see now they are just your beautiful features,
The freckles that dance so elegantly below your eyes,
They help my heart to finally arise.
Every mark is a story,
A piece of your grace,
More than just elegant dots on a face.
They map out a spirit so resilient and true,
I fell for the features,
But stayed for the you.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:30 PM UTC
Let's talk about the picturesque beauty of autumn
Of the chiming bells of the Angelus
Of the flowers once pretty and strong, on the lawn
Oh! Autumn, you are a very superb season!
Let's talk about the petals and sepals fallen from the sky
Where the trees are stunned and quasi undressed
And the astonished birds which have fallen from the clouds
Oh! Autumn, I love your wondrous and natural smile.
The season of autumn has a sensational scene
A timid and comfortable freshness and a solemn tone
It is the gold of the evening that falls all day long.
It’s the multi-colored leaves and flowers on the vents
Oh! Autumn, you give us so much to imagine
And show us how to mimic mystic and golden moments.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
The sun melts in its golden glistens
Shimmering rays past the forests glade
The sun's light becomes a guest
Shining past green canopies
The sky over casted in pinks and blues
With swirling clouds above low meadows
The wind is that of a sea
Cool and gentle past the fields
The birds are twittering and chirping
With the air ever so sweet
Uplifting spirits like a rivers tide
Raising souls and igniting sparks
The lake is calm and still in time's peace
The mind is empty in bleak whiteness
The eyes gazing this landscape
Quiet in serene abstract image _____Tsuki no ume
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
How am I to say such vigor
specious and amorphous and astringent,
effacing a landscape called yesterday
soon after some shut-eye,
then the jive suspends with
a dissonance creeping in coda
as the overture falls through.
If the clock is right or it feels wrong,
mono-tempo takes over anyway.
Now I see it when looking back.
Enchantment hedged a garden full of lush lives
that I didn’t even know I could ignite
until the season shuffles.
Had I hit my stride? Yes
I keep my head up, but No
I'm upside down, from the outside in.
Clouds that we glided by
are dropping through my hands like sand.
It left me hovering around a layover of sentience
less itinerant than fugitive,
brittle memos that
are in no ways oblivious.
You don’t know your words engraved but
I do.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
drop dusk and there lies sleep
dawning of dream
vital within
there's a **** throat of energy
a body of landscape
and a primal language sewn obscene
oh here comes alike a monkey
see lung as he preens
engorged tongues of mystery
read thirstily read fingertips retrieve
little ******** from all surfaces
all terrains and rearrangements
of past furnishings
lashed is all
generous gobbings and ravishing
demented in cementing and invasive warmth and
decanting honey-clung vital ambrosia
tightens and loosens human in ravel
swallows of emerge and implosion of curtain
it passes til sistence
it passes with yawn
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
The Gloaming Hour
Like a secret
that desperately wants to be kept,
darkness gently unfolds …
unhurried but measured.
The gloaming hour descends
blurring the edge of day.
An in between time,
harboring light while coaxing the darkness
Long blue shadows,
stretched by dying light,
drape the fields like a mourning mantle,
connecting this night to it’s beautiful day…
Willful to keep her memory alive.
Lillie Morris
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Your battles rage, and I see what scars scratch your skin; I see the weight you bear, your heart is a battlefield with unending spar.
In essence,
Distance gives you the view of their landscape;
Illuminating,
We glimpse our true selves through the reflections of others, like mirrors to the soul.
Like their garden, occupied by substance—what withers; mirrors they appear themselves a guard and here I stand, in all my form, a 'lookout' may seemingly.
World is as vast,
My worries small.
Who am i?
Im just passing through; a tourist from a distance.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
Black widow crawling up black vines,
expedition to your collarbones.
Crown of thorns pressed
against barbed wire
but neither of us bleeds.
Widows web resting
inbetween the lilies
adorning your hips.
If you glance southward,
a stabbed jester is crying,
bleeding out onto the meadow
surrounded by red wildflowers,
while the sun is shining bright
and the birds vanish into the clouds.
He's been like that for a while, I
doubt he'll ever stop. Or die.
"But don't worry!" he says,
"It's okay, it didn't hurt".
Black widow crawling up white flesh,
along the moths and butterflies,
across the imps and critters
landing just below the
tribal sigils planted
atop the hill.
Black widow is
squirming and writhing,
the two of you dancing in
splendid synchronicity. Flamenco,
with that reddened, swollen shell of yours
which I so deeply revere for its elegance.
In this tender moment,
the stars are immortal and
the moon faintly shrouds
the city in bone-white rays
of tragic incandescence.
Black widow retreats to its web and
the moths and butterflies have
gone to sleep now.
Rest easy, sweet
Hedone
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
We follow the ****
the sun has sunk next to us --
and makes the grass gleam.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
A gust of frozen air passes by.
Sand and silt submit to air.
The ground is barren and bare.
The sky is quite.
Frost creeps through stone.
Warped whistling is abound.
Distant wolves howl.
Atop a frozen lake I stand.
My clothing ***** to the wind.
The ice breaks.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
Golden sunlight drips
Kintsugi salve on the hills
Three trees remaining
Sunlight endows warmth
Golden strata breathe promise
Three trees remaining
The hills pray for aid
The sun renders grains of gold
Three trees remaining
And by remaining
Three trees swell with seeds of hope
Gold granulation
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
A grand scenery,
it makes my presence smaller --
and also my thoughts.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 4:56 AM UTC
Looking over the canyon,
Grand and conniving,
A grim smile across the broken earth.
My voices echoes from it's bounds,
Without the faithful demeanor from which it came.
It calls back to me in the gambit of hatred,
'Shall you let evil rise again, or will you ***** your hand to end it.'
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC
Every day I look
at the landscape, so unreal --
if one doesn't go there.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 4:22 AM UTC
Chants of forefathers ever enchant these halls,
calm the winds, steel the hearts of the people.
Each time the land breathes in a dawn, unveils
the toil of cloven granites and honed slates,
born of the struggle between two equals:
perseverant mind and unyielding stone,
a pursuit to cause, and mainstay of stillness.
The night that made them pause is almost gone.
The wait now condensed to a single moment.
A flash of acceptance for the unknown,
fresh ease brightening alike the dew and insight,
breeze of release from what’s coming, and what’s past.
The clash resumes. Opposed sides collide anew,
in concord of efforts, each playing their part,
to witness as one life’s storytelling might.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 11:55 AM UTC
On a bright and sunny day
On the 18th of May
An earthquake resulted in a landslide
That unleashed a massive force brewing inside
The eruption removed the upper 1,300 feet
The magma chamber burst- rock & gas blown at supersonic speed
Within 8 miles, all was instantly wrecked
With a shockwave so big, what could one expect?
As the north slope collapsed down
All life forms began to drown
Every tree in sight swept away
19 miles outward; a ruinous ashtray
Silence breaks as ash falls like snow
The once mature landscape now just an embryo
What had become a lifeless terrain,
Now shows us what 35 years can attain.
After the volcanic cataclysm
Biological legacies determine the pace of new ecosystems
The following colonizers proceed:
Lupines, pearly everlasting, alder shrubs, and fireweed.
The coniferous forest was replaced
The deciduous Alder trees won the race
The new forest attracts grasshoppers, birds, and ants
Larks, gophers, sparrows and deer mice take a chance
Out of 256 species alive prior to the eruption,
86 are now in production
20% of the surface is covered with grass and legumes
Struggling young trees that endeavor to bloom
Ecological gaps begin to fill
Strong ecosystems form, production is uphill.
Elk arrives to munch on grass and bark
The thick forests attract birds, like larks.
Fallen logs create nutrients and feed biofilm to the lake
Floating ecosystems now have plenty resources to take
Elevation affects the rate of recovery reports.
The higher the colder, which means the growing season is short.
The loss of trees means more room for sun
As the lake warms up, there’s increased production
More insects and bigger fish, like rainbow trout
Salamanders are scarce now, not many about.
Lupines deserve their own stanza, those purple legumes.
They help make a pumice landscape suitable for others to bloom.
Lupines create essential nutrients the pumice is low on
Other plants are thankful for the rare space to grow on.
All this information hopefully to inspire,
Life pulls through in situations most dire.
Mount Saint Helens’ destructive wake is seen clearly today,
The eruption that obliterated had also paved a way.
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 11:31 AM UTC
snow is pretty.
why?
because
it falls from the sky
and pause
when it lies on the ground
i get drowned
in the endless white
where the light
ceased to exist
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 7:42 AM UTC
Drawn night, summer night
the sky above Montpellier
Venus, breath over hills
Nothing less than spring
Silver needles, delusion-less
and windless awake
right next to the waterfall
The springs steam with love
enraptured with love
atoms of love
Expressions, fragments
of we, elementary particles
mystical body, secret body
of this second
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC