#panacea
I adore
And you abhor
I love
And you loathe.
I love you forever
And you loathe me
Regardless of your demeanor
I will always show pity.
I love you with a passion
I adore you with devotion
Love is a panacea, a remedy.
I adore you and you abhor me
I love you and you loathe for no reasons and no grounds
Mind you, karma knows no seasons and no bounds
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
Kiss the back of my hand again, darling
Then leave it untouched until I miss your lips enough to make my heart ache a bit
That won't take long, I swear it won't
Your hands tousle my hair, un-tousling a day so tousled
I think you're a panacea
The eyes that bore a hole through mine onto the wall behind
Are the eyes that halt my breathing
The same pair that inspires my lungs to inspire
I shall look at them until this flesh expires
I've found my panacea
You move like the gods enraged by uttered blasphemies
You move with gentleness of the warm early morning light kissing my eyelids
You move so you could take the air I'm supposed to breathe
You move so I could take it back from your heavy exhales
I've never been so sure
You are the panacea
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
*In my mind I can imagine panacea for my poison.
My bruised and ravaged body crashes up upon the shore.
Sin leaks from all these wounds, and my friends abandon ship
As I float off to forever with deaths kiss upon these lips.
And I never asked for nothing, and that's just what i got
if my pride dies before i do as I fall I might be caught.
I wasted all my days chasing things that can't be seen.
As I come into your presence, now I know what humble means.*
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
(a repost from 2013)
My mind is teeming with rhymes, but,
Can't even decide on the first lines to write,
I am confused...... I keep on waiting....
Precious moments are taking too long
To come through.
Right now, I am having
A motley of thoughts,
I am feeling sad...
I am feeling blue
I am coping with anxiety
I sure need a remedy.
Dan Brown? Ludlum? Khaled Hosseini?
Maybe, a Children's Tale by Richard D. Remler,
Or...one from those of a good Soul(in torment)....
I could make a necklace out of pearls and Lapiz Lasuli
Or I could turn to my Gardenia plants, to prune and trim....
A journal and a pen for some memories, some new lines...
A glass of red or white wine would be nice,
A mug of steaming coffee would be heaven....
Still, all these combined would not suffice...
I sure need the best remedy...
I know myself too well....
This time, I need my elixir,
My cure-all...
I need my panacea,
I need YOU.
(but, where are you?)
...it doesn't make sense...
Sally
Copyright September 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC