#phenomenon
i have since learned
however that
in scientific terms
there might be something
in the belief that
a full moon will impact
upon a person's behaviour
and can lead to
subtle changes
of mood and patience
not due to spiritual
gravitational or
mystical effects though
but simply because
the circadian rhythm
can get disrupted
by that sudden flood
of silvery moonlight
known as increased
nighttime illumination
which can cause some
to struggle to fall asleep
while others may experience
up to thirty percent less
deep sleep than
they need
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
it makes no sense
to someone like me
when they say that
the pull of the moon
at its fullest
can make people
behave strangely
differently
erratically
seemingly
out of nowhere;
whether at its fullest
or as a mere slither
in the night sky
the actual moon
remains ever-present
and unchanged
in both mass and
gravitational pull
the effects of which
must remain
largely the same
regardless of how much
is visible and illuminated
on any given night
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
Love has the power to muzzle
Shackle, overpower, direct and destroy
Love can be a very volatile or hazardous toy.
As soon as one is somewhat comfortable
Love shows her ugly fangs on the table
Love is not always a beautiful spring.
Love behave like a cunning chameleon
Love behaves like an uncommon phenomenon
No one can completely comprehend this thing.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 10:31 AM UTC
~
*Major blue empty:
first listen to the weather pattern;
the scaffolding remains,
but the holding songs
of color are threadbare;
simulacra of imperfection
simply swirls like seagrass,
a pointillist matrix
of rainfall rustles
gathering scene -- nothing
stands on its own initially;
but after a few localized
moments it collects
to articulate this silence,
as each sound looms and subsides
in the garden of
selective speculation.*
~
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 4:43 PM UTC
I see you looking back at me,
but I have no memory of you,
no name or event to link us
as kindred soul.
There's a sun playing
expressionless games
about to fall from the shelf,
my feet may burn, but never my heart.
My mirror is a broken window,
the broken window, a city,
and a man and woman
are crossing into it,
—crossing my mind,
fused together.
Their laughter like
claps of thunder,
bursting forth in a sky
devoid of any signs of me...
Nov 21, 2022
Nov 21, 2022 at 6:40 AM UTC
I am not the homeless madman
the lunatic on a boat to nowhere
what do I do with the information I have gathered?
the numbers
the dreams
the sky drops into bed
I'm living a dmt trip
without the dmt
I can tell you what I see
but you can't see
I can tell you what I hear
but you can't hear
I can tell you that a spirit
lives with me
but you will never meet him
I saw it in a movie once
an explanation
I noticed them and they noticed
that I noticed them
so many ways
they reveal themselves
if you could see what I see
perhaps I could find solace
in the knowing
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
A rare and rather precious bloom
The shining light in a darkened room
Someone special
Now and then
Gets closest to a perfect ten
The rest of us live in their shade
They never last
All flowers fade
Phenomenons are born not made
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
I can see it
right there at the edge of sanity
hovering like a giant black stone
against the early morning Sun
I notice because I always notice when they appear
my attention drawn to that one spot
in the vast open sky
it moves slowly as I reference it's location
just to the left of a jet's vapor trail
I reach for my phone to get a photo as I'm driving
slow down as I take a ramp
point in it's direction and snap off a pic
I attempt to take another
but it is gone
vanished
I wonder if I caught it before disappearing
five minutes later I park
check my phone
and there it is
quite small
but there it is
I got you my friend
extraterrestrial hide and seek
I've been playing this game since I was a kid
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Love is the hunger that only one heart can satiate,
The thirst that only one soul can quench..
Love creates a balance.. Not a deficiency,
It is between two opposites,
For only two opposite sides make a balance.
Only two opposite sides can come into one and make a complete piece..
Two hearts beating into one,
Souls lighting up in sync.
Love is not what we see. It is beyond what we feel.
Love is that which we can't help but watch unfold.
It is a phenomenon.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
ordinary morning, late, bright and clear
weekend, no hurries, lets stay on in bed
in a flash, thunderous roar from above
mountainuous rock crashing, my mind saw
the skies echoed, rumbling in agony
rumbled and rumbled, on and on and on
strange sinister sound, trapped constant droning
UFO? baby superman landed?
rushed outside: no crash, just clouds in clear sky
rumble, rumble, rumble, man-made or what?
thundering, faint and far, near and muffled
none thunderous as the first rock that fell
then it rained: heavy; a soothing warm rush
droning masked, but strangeness etched, and lingered.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
In flow I’m yet still,
Present here, but eternal;
A mystery clear!
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
something brushes my cheek as I sleep
tiny footsteps perhaps
and I awake in the vaguely lit room
somewhat startled
for this is the second time in two nights
but on this night I do not simply turn over
the dreams, these nightmares of sorts
are beginning to extend
well past the moment of being awake
now propped on one arm
I focus my eyes and sweep
first across my pillow
slowly to the edge
of the mattress
which is inches from the floor
I see it
not scampering
but walking away at a normal gate
this bright neon red spider
large and life like
moving away towards the corner
wait!
I'm fully awake and I'm seeing this,
the thought occurred
my every nerve twitching in icewater
it's legs cartoonishly long and thin
I watched in stark silence
as it bent low and weaved its way through the space between my slippers
then behind a box of videos
I sat in disbelief
again asking myself if I were awake
but I knew
there was no need to slap myself this time
I slowly leaned towards the box and pulled it quickly
towards me
it was gone
and I was still awake
still in some place between disbelief and shock
how does one escape their nightmares
when they cross from dream to reality
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
I'm always trying to figure out why I go back time and again to writing poetry. It's such a strange phenomenon. Sometimes, like now, I'm allowed a glint.
Poetry Is My Means
Poetry is my means:
To thinking out a thought;
To finding more about myself;
To analyzing good and bad:
To making tail or head
Of circumstance.
Poetry helps me define,
Refine,
Become a finer person,
Binding my persona.
So many things I did not know
Of which I had not one iota
Of ability to see:
The **** silly, plus the willy-nilly
Miracle of mind,
Its mysteries revealing hints
And hinting at the revelations
Which belong to geniuses
And saints:
Everything I ain’t.
In learning and forgiving
Poetry is everything a giving gift
Can give.
Poetry Is My Means 4.15.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative III; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
*Watch me
See how
graceful I am
I make no mistakes
under your watchful eye
I am gilded perfection
just me and my righteousness
righting all the wrongs
while you watch
Me and the right moves
just don't take your
eyes off of me
or I become part of this massive
presence in the cosmos
doing soulfully wanton
and naughty things
shed light on me
and I become this
perfect
little
freak*
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
The ocean may rise
In a phenomenon disguise
You may not wait to give me a hand
To collect the emerging sand
Or the damaged pieces of shells
When the shores sink in like wells
The drips of water may sway
And you my friend, would just
Turn away......!
©sim
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
as the shadows speak to one another
in whispers above my traveling thoughts
what to make of this seeker of deeper dreams
I surprise them when I hear their voices
through the lucid silence and
the bending seams
like a surgeon's surprise
when a patient's eyes
flash open from deepest slumber
they are drawn to me
in my dream scape sea
and 333 is my number
though I be the one in search of answers
there are questions within you I raise
for the King of lost souls
and graveyard dancers
can provide you a glimpse
of your living days
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
A phenom pursue movement
by midnight if entrained encampment
flush by her heels while quatrain will absorb
when she only a heaping there in life with
hers round circumference as deeply met
for a week if her sorcery became a tempest rife
in horsepower with such antigen that an earthquake
with even more liquefaction than mere mention
on cruises her regression must also play into her automobile
and forebode her ritual in speeding in class action.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
Home bound after work
near 12:30 am
just a few minutes from checking my email
then retiring
as us old folks like to call it
from the North side of route 7
at a slight angle
there and gone in half a second
was the biggest meteor I've ever seen
if that's what it was
so big that I slowed and listened for a boom
but nothing came
I have no idea how far it went before touching down
but this isn't about the meteor
this is about the fact that when I got home
and thought about who I would tell...
there was no one that came to mind
I've seen so much crazy **** in my life
that the stories have grown old
even the new ones
I breathed life into a dead woman one morning
then faced the fact that I couldn't save another
hit by a truck on my way home
just after midnight
on the day before the great Russian meteor
I saw 2 objects in the sky on fire
and not moving...
in broad daylight
I've been touched and spoken to
by spirits or ghosts or phantoms
take your pick
I saw 3000 people sacrificed in the name of what?
and as a child I witnessed a president murdered by those supposed to follow him
I've grown to see the young know nothing of that last President who actually had a vision and a spine
and when I quietly leave this life
there will be little to note...
a brief glance
of my obituary
by a few sad souls
I often think of a quote I heard as a young man
by a comedian; George Gobel
who was on the 'Tonight Show'
Dean Martin and Bob Hope were also on that show
and unknown to George, Dean was flipping his cigarette ashes
in George's drink as he was telling his humorous stories
this caused the laughs to come out of sequence...and finally a confused George said; 'Did you ever feel like the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?'
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
what a wonderful coincidence to discover that when I look up
one of my two favorite words
threshold
it is linked to my other favorite word
phenomenon
but my life is laced with coincidence
my third favorite word
they happen daily
like itches
for instance,
today I did a wikipedia search for Ezra Pound
because my poetry student daughter fell in love with one of his pieces
I find that from 1945 to 1958
Mr Pound was incarcerated at St Elizabeth's Psychiatric Hospital in Washington D.C. after being found incompetent to stand trial
for treason against the United States
my father worked at St Elizabeth's hospital for 30 years
including the 12 that Mr. Pound was a patient
my father, who kept his poetry hidden in a little black book
I have a vision of him
young at the time
enamored with the 60 plus year-old poet
seeking him out and finding him
resting outside at one of the tables
enjoying the simplicity and intricacies of nature
and perhaps they have a chat about poetry...
my father having a chat with Ezra Pound
70 years before his granddaughter falls in love
with one of his poems
a poem already written and filed away somewhere in the memory of a once beloved poet
threshold: the magnitude or intensity that must be exceeded for a certain reaction, phenomenon, result or condition to occur or be manifested.
“nothing happens until the signal passes the threshold”
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
**Makes no sense to Me
Throwing Themselves
into Crowds
Crazy "BLACK FRIDAY"
How could this Happen?
Black Friday is now Thurday
Goodbye Thanksgiving
Black Friday is Here
Scariest Day of the Year
You Could be Trampled**
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC