#peacocks
The sun disappears much, much later, an hour later to be exact.
This translates into having more daylight and a longer afternoon,
To watch the strolling peacocks in the park, and to have more fun
Admiring the baby bulbs metamorphosing into flowers at night.
The lily flowers are most of the time ephemeral, lasting hours,
Rarely a few days before changing into leaves, which eventually
Will be dried up by the warm air or the rays of the sun. Beauty
Is temporary, so enjoy the spring season and the summer flowers.
I have vivid memories of the shedding cherry tree, which brought
The beauty of spring in front of my house in the dead-end street.
Oh! I miss the atypical moment, when the green lawn was not neat.
Sometimes, the entire top of the hill was littered with falling flowers.
It was strange to sniff the unusual scent of the weather-beaten petals.
Oh! I miss the hours sitting on top of the window like a distraught cat.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC
A peacock has a long, feathered bushtail.
Blue, violet, green, and tail look like a vail.
Fully opened, they look like eyes watching
It looks beautiful while dancing.
By showing its every detail
National bird of India, says its tale
Found in forests and grasslands, it curtails
The big birds are so amazing.
Peacock's Beauty
Feathers knitted and worn as wale
In India, peacocks are banned for sale.
Are omnivorous in consuming
Symbols of beauty, wealth are its citing
In the sky, in my dreams, they sail.
Peacock's Beauty
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
Do you see me? I am running with the peacocks.
They are the Peahens protecting their eggs
and i a part of the harem mating. Forget
the beauty of our plumage -- we will **** anyone
who tries to get our eggs.
:: 11.16.2021 ::
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
.
Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone
.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
Ever,if we meet under the canopy of coincident
Your collars shall be on the verge
To be plucked out by me
With the 'good-girl nails' plunged into your flesh
I promise,
I'll get the red in you,out,oozed
Soon will turn you Sapphire blue
Neither your counters
Nor roughness would chase that of mine
Now then you shall be Kisna's pigment
I shall embellish a Peacock's feather on your unkempt hair design
Your hair that you've nurtured in masculine style
Torn apart and your face wet in wild wine splashed back to conscious mind
A smile for witnessing you mad at me
But anyway vengeance was mine.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Her pure thoughts "Ever Smiling" he spiritual
feathered me down
I was on the other side of Spiritual
Bird-like town
I saw the Robin Renewal her tail
through different time
So Subline like the Eight Folds my path
His hands met my heart vine
Birds were singing
Goddess telegraph
How he mapped my tweets
of the graph
Such immortality eyes feather
whispers Imagery
White Peacock of Nirvana
hearing Awwi
Another bam Kaboom and a thumb
All of a sudden in Peacock race
Forestal Gump a box to preach
Then a hoot and scream what a screech
Like some spiritual God came to her
Peacock of heaven her speech flew her
Her Roaring waters feather our soul
Her miles of vision mystical playful
Madonna his love danced to a fling
Oh! Donna changed dark bird took her
Ballerina wings Belladonna brought her wing
like marine of Godly water
The lady perked up like a Primadonna
The Peacocks became her gift his
feathers move to her heart
she was vibrant feathered and note
I love you to the end of the sea part
Ladybird garlands like a Holiday gift
He smiled at her held her wings
what a decadent moment both smiles
to lift
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
*.
Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone*
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Where the peacock paints the green into the gardens with her crown jewels of blue,
She stayed there longer to watch the plumage of hues.
A canvas full of colours that are very loud,
Is this is what makes you so proud?
Funny how you cannot see your own beauty in the colours that are true,
Instead you see them in ultraviolet, not your royal blue!
She can clearly see, she had eyes,
Strutting conspicuously, it walked away showing off it’s prize.
It thrived where others merely survived, and never ceased to leave them mystified.
She felt like a splash of brown and grey in a room full of vibrant peacocks,
Never realised how time flies with the ticking of the clocks.
For even though she couldn’t fly, at least she knew she had tried.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
.
*Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone*
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
*Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone*
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
Beauty vs beast
The petals of the rose
Draw all the attention away from the thorns
It is fascinating how a single flower can be so beautiful
Yet contain a hint of ugliness in it to
Just like the peacock
Which has a million stunning feathers on its tail
Drawing attention away from its feet
It saddens the peacock itself
When it compares its beauty to the deformity it contains
Nothing is perfect in this world
Dont expect it to be
If these beautiful creations contain imperfection
Remember somewhere we are also flawed
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
*Popularity
Such fleeting and hollow wins
Spoonfuls of nothings*
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
in a room full of peacocks
i am now an ostrich
and i don't know if any of you know how it feels to be a splash of grey in a room full of brilliant blues and greens
it's like being a lonely, pitiful cloud against a blue sky with leafy trim
maybe i have my head in the sand because i don't want to be shallow
but you'd be right if you guessed it's because i actually don't want to be seen when my face looks like this
which is such a cowardly thing to do
(i really shouldn't care)
i read Journey to the Center of the Earth in middle school,
and the only thing i remember is that it was the volcanoes that erupted (like the hives that erupted across my face this past week) that led them to find it-
the heart of life and natural beauty; more breathtaking than the flawless plumage of the peacocks
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Elephant seals
gross and flabby
ignorant of protocol
ponderously scratch.
Uniformed unicorns
importune
tame peacocks
wearing pink petticoats.
Fluted columns fade
at twilight
into the secrecy
of a passing thought.
Toy soldiers
on parade
fragile, glittering
lost.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
All this time you told me that the cotton candy was pink
So I ate at the fluff behind the drywall
I ate it all away
Wondering why I got colder as I did so
Do you know why the peacocks are always alone
I’ve never seen more than one at a time
And I suppose it is because they show all of their colors at once
That isn’t allowed in this game, is it
I thought not
I don’t want to have that kind of plumage anymore
Turn my skin gray and wrinkled and I will sit by like the elephant in the room
Because I never asked you questions you didn’t like
I never asked you to empty the sky into a pitcher just for me
Do you know why the peacocks walk all alone?
Curious, isn’t it?
No friends at all.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC