"survivals" poems
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES
( Sidhe – Spirit, Ard Ri - High King, Tir na nOg – Land of eternal youth )
JUST A MOMENT AGO
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melody to rhyme
Birthing Sidhe candles smile, lights of love, souls glory
Stars dancing with joys release, Sidhe awakening to loves destiny
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
I stood upon Erins western shore amidst constellations considerations
And dreamed I had sailed again across the eternal sea
To Tir na nOg there returned to be
Oisin the Wanderer no more, ever seeking my beloved Naimh’s shore
Queen of the Sidhe, her consort again, Ard Ri of Eternity
Ah my heart demands my Sidhe sings of Naimh’s wondrous beauty. .
Her Eyes Like Twin Candles Dancing
Lips Full Of Mysterys Promise
Her Hair Bound, Crowned With Lustered Glory
A Smile To Die For . .
She Moves . . Sidhe Moves . . Like Poetry . .
Aie, Her Voice, Her Voice, Like Honey and Cream
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
When love was a rose without thorns
Before tides of centuries tears
Swept us apart
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
The glorious moment of our days glory
Our age of grace
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melodys Grace. .
INTO THE DARK
What does a candle remember . . .?
What does its flame recall . . .?
Aiee Aiee . . . Akhenaten Flee We . . . Nefertiti Aieee Aieeeee
Flee . .Flee . . . Undone We . . . Betrayal. .Flee Flee
Akhenaten Akhenaten . . . Must Flee We . . . Wee Wans Take
Nefertiti Holds . . . Flee We Must . . . Fleet . . . Flee Fleet . . .
Harps heart has chambers that sigh with grief
Ashes of roses burned with weeds
Remains of our loves day
Harps heart by hearts harp no music moved to test
Hall of memories by no one chorus caress
No whispered echo no candles smile no Nefertiti
NOW MY CITADELS HALL I MUST NEEDS MY IRE
RETREAT TO WHERE NEEDS MUST ABJURE DESIRE
Once more to recite survivals bitter creed
By heartstone embers to gnaw betrayals cold deed
WILL TO BEAR SILENT DEEP EMPTY DAY
HARP HEART STILLED
by no Nefertiti played.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
I am a knock on your door
You open up and I sneak in
Ill put your life on the market
Snarky teenagers to target a holiday demographic before fully developed concepts begin
Your backpack and notepads house your sins
A man that's tall and gets caught in the calls of women to distract from the purpose of ink pens
You're too ***** to be great
A ****** is a dead end
And a vortex for survivals' fate
Explorations of vanities' intellectual alternative gate
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
Here's to showing off about football
Here's to thinking cautiously
Here's to candy
Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away
Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits
Here's to kitties and puppies
Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart
Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together
Here's to a mutual friend
Here's to black and blonde hair
Here's to math class
Here's to learning
Here's to growing
Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one
Here's to November for closing the gap
Here's to weird animals
Here's to a new group
Here's to the boy who drops out
Here's to getting to receiving his GED
Here's to "I don't want to go homes"
Here's to choir as well
Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed
Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing
Here's to boyfriends that lack approval
Here's to moving to a new room
Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean
Here's to Rory and Lorelai
Here's to that phone call at nine pm
Here's to "He wants to take a break"
Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears
Here's to friends ready to comfort
Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you"
Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened"
Here's to feeling comfortable again
Here's to pause buttons for God of War
Here's to "He just broke up with me"
Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore"
Here's to comfort and to "I hate him"
Here's to wanting to better oneself
Here's to falling short and crawling back
Here's to first fights
Here's to only lasting twenty minutes
Here's to "He blocked me"
Here's to "He's cheating on me"
Here's to not needing him
Here's to the past coming back to haunt you
Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend
Here's to silence
Here's to "She's so pretty"
Here's to "I love you"
Here's to "No more pining after lame guys"
Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill
Here's to days of brokenness
Here's to hope
Here's to the future
Here's to sweet sixteens
Here's to first cars
Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire
Here's to sassitude
Here's to sasstastic people
Here's to near deaths
Here's to survivals
Here's to first sleepovers
Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows
Here's to Philly cheesesteaks
Here's to Thai tea
Here's to "When can we do this again"
Here's to nightmares about rejection
Here's to dreams about perspective
Here's to an undying friendship
Here's to an eternity of trust
Here's to many more days
Here's to you
And here's to me,
Cheers,
Your best friend
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
I'll always wear a smile,
When you choose to push me down,
I'll always wear a smile,
When you go to let me drown,
I'll always wear a smile,
When I cant stand on my feet,
And I'll always wear a smile,
When I truly face defeat.
Because some people say,
That when you lose it all,
Theres nothing left to live for,
And that drives me up the wall.
Cuz I don't believe its true,
Because I've really had my share,
So what you have to realise,
Is your friends are always there.
Cuz I've been down,
And I've been low,
But I dont think you really know,
Cuz when I ask you what you think,
All you do is ******* blink.
The fights, the lies,
The wins, the ties,
The deaths, The survivals,
The killers, the rivals.
Wheither its fighting off cancer,
Or just a skinned knee,
There's always an answer,
You just need to see.
My band made it far,
Further than the rest,
We won it all,
And passed the test.
But trials soon followed,
When they went to italy,
One of us was killed that day,
That one of us was part of me.
It started on my birthday,
What a great surprise,
I prayed for him that night,
I hope he never dies.
But it looks like I was wrong,
Because when all the months had passed,
My birthday came around again,
And that evil spell was cast.
I wish he had've woken up,
A coma wasnt the way to go,
It would've been less painful,
Had I chose to just let him know.
That night I'll never forget,
That brutal way he died,
He had finally awakened,
When the glass cut through his eyes.
As he tore through the windshield,
And bled out upon the ground,
The car kept going,
Leaving nothing but a sound.
I lost a dear friend that day,
I loved him with my life,
My heart was torn apart you see,
I couldnt stand the fight.
Then eventually it hit me,
And the name just made me cry,
But reflecting back upon this,
I wish I had known why.
So for one year I struggled,
And one year I fought,
For one year I kept my hope,
My heart was so distraught.
But the more I thought,
And the more I listened,
The dreams I had,
Would only glisten.
It was then I realised,
What was going on.
And he was in a better place,
His sufferring was gone.
So when you think you've lost it all,
Just give me a second thought.
When your loved one breaks your heart,
Dont let it all become distraught.
Cuz the more you worry,
The more you doubt,
And the more you lose
To what this life's about.
Cuz I've had it to.
MY heart's still broken.
But the way to live a life,
Is to never stop hopin'.
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 6:38 AM UTC
Chocolates, hearts and flowers are ubiquitous in the markets or stores
It is like a frenzy storm, like heavy raindrops rushing through the gutters
I am told at the big mall, it’s like Christmas Eve, where procrastinators
Are buying boxes of chocolate, flowers, candies of all kinds and colors
Candles, jewelries, intimate pajamas, and **** accessories for loved ones
Wow! Love must really be in the air or something different is quaffing
The oxygen, which is necessary and essential for our survivals. Something
Is in the fresh air, where the moon is full and craziness makes no sense
In this fascinating world, where babies are slaughtered and innocent victims
Are cursed, beaten, jailed and killed: I ponder and wonder. They don’t care
It’s is a show of tradition, not a show of unconditional love. I cannot bare
Not to say anything about what I’m witnessing and living. Bad dreams
Endure; they don’t last. Nightmares see the devil in the dark in your bedroom
I guess, hope and pray that Saint Valentine can improve the current events
Yet, I am afraid of the hypocrisy, which behaves like evil rats and pesky ants
Yes, I am confused, shocked and bewildered by so much extravagance for only one day
I write and pray that true love rains and reigns, and tolerance shines on Valentine’s day.
Copyright © February 13, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
Eaten Alive by Nothing
Surrounded yet alone,
Wasteland of desperation and despair,
Reaping rotting fruit, bloats, gnats, flyblown,
Longing, loneliness is never fair,
Lanterns and candle light to keep you warm,
Dancing shadows morph to devils,
Slitting despair bleeding, breeding ticks that swarm,
They feed and breed into hungry weevils,
Burrowing through chest to feed on carrion of rotting heart,
Also feeding on air from lung,
Heart along in solitude from ventricles shredded apart,
Alienating through truth, be still my lashing tongue,
Friends are always around,
Right until you need,
A lost letter of emotion sent outbound,
Lost but never found, devils take the lead,
Numb, in slowly boiling water like a frog,
Past scars of trauma a curse,
Can only feel so much before a clog,
Until you become cold, psychotic, or worse.
Break out the old smokescreen mask,
Smoke, laugh and smile,
Survivals your only task,
Foot in front of foot until your first mile,
Decaying down to skin and bone,
Each mile a greater distance,
Always harder when you’re alone,
Exhausted, running from the devils persistence,
Until a day you want to be alone
Quarantining spread this plagues fate of hate,
Feeling like happiness is just a loan,
Someone finally listens, too little, too late,
You hug your dark cloud,
With a thirst water doesn’t sate,
Ears covered, anxiety so, so loud,
Take a shot, a smoke, anything to placate,
An infested body no one wants close,
Insect army of traumas and abuses,
Each growing into a lethal dose,
At least for now, I still have my uses,
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
Of the greatest spinning,
at dawns formable bowtie hour
in materials soft and sour
comes the velocity of understanding
among vapor rebellions-
scrimmaging clouds, a solemn weap within, inside
wanting to hide from gravity stricken rain
take cover in the trees,
take cover in the leaves.
A roof over your water boarded head,
and witness all electric feelings vanish from
clay stricken pale skin.
the ones that offer no sense
and hence, the adventure
it is not the same.
as beams forged from mosquito
hammers and nails:
the construct, sweaty prison arisen
to catch the artful tears
of all the games above.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Grappling. Grasping. Reaching. Sinking.
Cocooned in this pit of mine.
Enveloped in its darkness.
Calling. Shouting. Hoping. Nothing.
No rescuers left to help.
Just me for company.
Accepting. Settling. Slumping. Resting.
Tired of survivals effort.
Weary of the ache.
Holding. Listening. Thinking. Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Sinking.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
Blinded by wind
and billowing snow
frozen horizon
distant shore
Out on the ice pack
time is on loan
death's always stalking
which way will you go
Freeze in the night
or a treat for a bear
survivals the name
of the game out there
Maybe you'll drift
for many a day
slowly you'll starve
maybe your saved
Perhaps while your blinded
you'll step through a hole
drop through the ice
succumb to the cold
You cry for your mamma
how did you get here
traded a bit of adventure
and lost all that's dear
Farewell to Mamma
farewell to ye all
there's no hope for tomorrow
going for a stroll...........
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
My presence serves its purpose
Beyond all words of my exclamation.
with the experience from nature's pinches
Growing from calamity to thrones.
Countless survivals like winter fires
Melting snore fearlessly
Built on, melted by blaze.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
All my life I’ve been thinking, In an ocean of thoughts I’ve been sinking
What’s a man like? How does he walk and how does he talk. What does he read and how does he write? What in earth is success about. I mean where is the deadline, when is the final shout out? There sure is no medal to determine but there must be a reward out
All my life I’ve been thinking, In an ocean of thoughts I’ve been sinking
I might not have all the answers now, I don’t think I ever will. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned: It’s to stay flexible yet still. Last few years were pretty hard so I’ve learned that life will try it’s best to tear you apart, Maybe that’s what the whole test is all about. But I promise you hey, No matter how rough things get I swear on my life I’l always be fully present were I stay. I will never touch anything with half my heart. And I might not have a recipe to a happy life even though I wish I did. But if I can attempt to explain it then I’ll tell you this: If you seek education then learn what you love and if you want to work then work on yourself. And when you’re thirsty for that life will make you dry, have a seat and feel your drink pouring down your throat and don’t stand until you’re quenched. And if you are to marry then marry a queen and if you fight then you might as well make a scene. But if you want to steal then steal gold and when you’re stuck go pray but if you pray then pray real. Whatever you are be it with all your heart. Always filter your thoughts and watch what you say, and don’t ever jump to conclusions for that God himself is grey.
All my life I’ve been thinking, In an ocean of thoughts I’ve been sinking.
No solid answer was provided by any of the books I read. It drew me more patterns added more thoughts instead. Too much frozen information at the back of my head, waiting for execution day after day night after night. Still searching an answer for what’s a man like? How should I be? How should I look and what should I see? All my high school years turned out to be a lie. I am not defined by a cigarette or how hot my girl is. My car is not a measure of how manly my flow is. **** never got me high it was all in my mind. I know that for a fact now cause I’m no longer blind. It’s like the more I grow the more colors I find. And if i was ever able to unite all those colors I’ll tell you this: It’s easy to shoot a person a real gangster is the one who resist. Know that nothing is easier than cheating on your girl yet a true person is the one who commit. And when circumstances are hot it’s very easy to back down but the survivals are the ones who never quit. I don’t know at which stage we twisted the rules for that it’s such a clear game; Know that the hard thing to do and the right thing to do are always the same.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Tree top excursions
Suggest dusk has finally come
Home comfort calling
But I misplaced my time
Make my way slowly
City lights grow distinct
Narrow paths for crossing
Rub shoulders with shadows
Acknowledge their presence
Ignore their motivation
The innocent seem so sinister
When the day succumbs to night
A distant figure flickers
Caught by cherry smoke
Coat tails scrape for escape
Urgency in the footsteps
Jay walk for comfort
Not knowing its danger
Chain link detour
Concrete echoes confrontation
Violence shatters my silence
Sounds of hate
Sounds of sadness
Observe a conclusion
A crumbled life line
A spent conscious
No breath left for lifting
Statue stiff for survivals sake
Hoping for a hurried perception
There is no vanity in desperation
Voices cry from a cold hollow
Asking my place in all this
I say do not fear
For it is only momentary
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Name, that one entity; a source of tranquillity?
I was asked, under a deep, night sky
I named you, I cried to the wind, in front of you, no need of my any ability
For the peace lies in the cores of the universe,
You still choose an earthly body over the deities godly?
I named you, I wrote it on the mesmerizing horizon
The sky, the moon, the body you're given,
You have no love for the sight that has.... you, imprisoned?
His eyes, his body, his shoulders so dear! My sky, my moon, lies there..... my heaven!
This world; a battlefield, are you obliged to be a knight?
My arms have his power, in him; I find all my survivals
The war will end, and you'll lean without an armor, how will you flight?
Gian alone.... flies for once in the seasons, let me go back to the grounds of medieval
You cling to the thoughts of flaws, the unlawful laws, and.... mere dreams; you draw
I name you in the colors, with you.... I draw the utterance of oblivion
Would you stop a poet from penning, a painter from painting, and a lover from love, I asked
What you show to me, is a truth and not a facade
-Zahra Batool ****
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
there is so much i haven’t done
i keep wondering
if i’m ever going to live my dreams
which i locked away from all the screams
of the people who don’t believe in me
none of us asked to be born here
but we’re living to survive
to live the moment
to cherish and love
to dream but to beware
of any becoming nightmare
i’m ready for the knives to cut me deep
i’ve already healed
from the scars that made me weak
but made me got up on my feet
remembering all the moments
i promised myself to not cry and weep
when the enemy comes ready to beat
i’ve been defeated but no more deceiving
no more hesitation, i’ll turn the wheel
i’m far from weak
i’m the strongest i’ve ever been
you can’t hurt me
if my scars are already seen
you thought you could manipulate me
but here i am, messing with your brain
telling you nothing but the same words
you’ve been telling me for years
i watch you fall into the lake
****** rain dripping down the lane
you’re drowning and you can’t speak
is there something you want to say?
i’ve heard it all, no more place for me stay
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
How is it that time
pushes me back and forth
How it is that life
makes me want to grow
The spirit grows old
My mind lost control
Survivals of war
The world won't reach its dawn
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC