Poets Poems
I Am Searching For A Real Hero
by Hébert Logerie
I am searching for a real Hero
Not a virtual or an actual zero
I am searching for many Heroes
And I want to earn many zeros
After any number greater than one
I want to go beyond the Heaven
But I don’t want to get high
I want to go high, high, high
And get as much knowledge that I can
And I want to say that yes, I can
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Shall I take thee, the Poet said
by Emily Dickinson
Shall I take thee, the Poet said
To the propounded word?
Be stationed with the Candidates
Till I have finer tried—
The Poet searched Philology
And when about to ring
For the suspended Candidate
There came unsummoned in—
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Simple Account Of A Poet's Life
by Maxwell Bodenheim
In 1892
When literature and art in America
Presented a mildewed but decorous mien,
He was born.
During the first months of his life
His senses had not yet learned to endure
The majestic babble of old sterilities.
The vacuum of his brain
Felt a noisy thinness outside,
Which it could not hear or see,
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Réponse À Carl Brouard
by Hébert Logerie
Ce n’est pas obligatoire
Mais je me fais le devoir
De répondre à Carl Brouard
Savoir boire n’est pas un art
Boire n’est pas un devoir
Mais une nécessité obligatoire
Cruciale voire vitale de boire
De l’eau. Choisir un tel destin aléatoire
De boire sa jeunesse
Jusqu'à l’ivresse
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A Multitude of Woes
by Carl Halling
Yes, there was a time
I was obsessed by melancholy,
I saw deep sadness,
The quality that so tormented
My former favoured idols,
Poets, painters,
Musicians, actors,
Creators of every kind,
As glamorous and romantic,
But it’s not,
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Mirrors of Mercury
by Ghairo Daniels
{ “Awareness : He began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror.” -
Gabriel Garcia Marques }
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Mirrors of Mercury
Who is Shams and who Rumi
is like asking who is fork and who knife when apart they sing not a single song
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Simply Yeats
by Ghairo Daniels
SIMPLY YEATS
My verse under Yeats’ carved door
he merrily chuckled at white
envelope, sketched butterfly
said he preferred to receive
verses this way rather
than reading them across
post-modern websites
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No wait in vain : Poets meet
by Ghairo Daniels
No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet
For decades I waited
And you did not come
To listen to my rude insertion
Finger a sound at the back of my throat
And the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
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Poets
by Joe Cyr
Most poets write in shortful spurts,
(Departures are Evangeline and Shakespeare's works).
Now, why do poets write that way?
Why do they bother with contrived word play?
There's something about poetic style
that more easily makes people smile,
or cry, at times, it all depends
upon the poet's aims and ends.
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Poets
by Ghairo Daniels
POETS
Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk
on the Oregon floor
boards creaked with late afternoon lore
Dry gin in a glass waiting
it wanted to bubble like champagne
but there was nothing to babble about
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