Submit your poetry!

Highland Poetry is accepting poems to be published on this blog as well as a chance to be included in our annual E-book. A quarterly E-book is planned as well. The poet will always keep his copyright. Send your poems to this address for consideration. You will be notified very quickly if your poem will be in our growing library. Highland Poetry is an extension of Highland Piano Studios which is an independent record label and home of composer/poet Patrick Lee Hebert. DSC02023Thirty to sixty poems per month will be on the main site. Send all poetry and or questions by clicking the “submit poetry” to the right. While you are at it…follow this blog and check out new poems to enjoy as well as maybe see your own work on these pages.

 

Patrick Lee Hebert editor

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A poem about my Dad’s passing.

This has been a difficult time for me with my Dad passing on Memorial Day! Very fitting seeing he was a war hero. I wrote this to explain how I feel now…there is hope at the end!

 

There is a knowing in the wind

I have lost and become shelled

I can see the reasons I grieve

Easy right?

 

Not when a thousand memories re-surface

To remind you that you are still a child

You have not grown in awhile

You are like a swamp…always expanding.

 

Negative thoughts

Give rise to negative actions

Don’t be fooled

They are here now….

 

You may be a fool for a bit…

Until the waves lap over you finally

I don’t mean death…

I mean life…look forward for God’s sake.

Saturday at 12:30 AM…God only knows.

Enjoy Patrick Lee Hebert and son recounting the days of youth and mis-understanding in this live ( at the time) gathering of soul speak.

 

Thoughts about reality… a 12:30 Am Excursion.

 

Patrick Lee Hebert and Patrick Lee Hebert II

 

The restlessness of the people is amazing

They swear to Gods unheard

They worship beings that have no spirit…

They plug into a black world.

 

Picturing a painting

Still life image

The colours and hue never were there

Impressionistic imaginations and watercolor thoughts

 

When I was young

A man came to our village

Speaking of the end

Speaking at me.

 

Once I thought about the moon and

Her conversations

Whispering on the cold breeze of

Midnight…..

 

Love flits like a dragonfly

You swear she loves only you

Who are you to guess at such things

You have been betrayed brother.

 

 

 

Dreaming a dream…..

While inside a dream….

Makes a bit of difference I think….

At least I think….

 

Power unlimited

Failure sensed through dreaming

Never really knew her

 

Broke my damn heart she did.

 

Awake to see that sky

Dreaming of being alive

Thinking of the melody of the trees

Nobody sees……

 

We laughed so loud it was unreal

We became fools for the spotlight of reason

We became whores for the solidarity of the races

We became embryotic fluid for God’s sake!…can you say why?

 

Yet again…

The night comes alive and speaks

The trees whisper their ancient melody

To recount the tales of heroes of men

 

Silent sentinels linger

Over the bones of men who fought

For the freedom of thought

And realized the futility.

 

Toutes ces choses sont les fabrications des hommes…

Des petits reves et des fantasies

Tout dans ma tete

C’est pleine des trucs comme ca

 

Je suis desole pour l’honte

J’était sure

J’était un homme natural

Maintenant…je suis malheureux

 

Ses yeux… Ses cheveux…

Habille en toute noire

C’était la premiere fois qu’on est recontre

Je me souviens pas

A poem about peace

She waits for me

In the meadow across the way

Shy and contained

Her love reaches

 

There is a brook

Quick and spirited where

She laments my passing

She thinks I do not see her

 

Every day I pass

Hoping for a glimpse of her

Not knowing she hides in the trees

Hoping for the same

 

I continue alone

Forsaken it seems

I think I can feel her

Want to know her

 

It has been centuries

But time has no place here

One of these days

We will both see

A poem for a Monday.

WAKING DREAM
Suppose you want the sky
But the earth is offered
What about the sea
Dry land for choice this time

Seemingly alarmed you ask for wind
They give you rain
You will settle for a breeze
A blizzard occurs

Some give up and wait
Some give up and take the offer
I will watch from my window
Let the world unfurl around me

Make no decision now they say
Wait till tomorrow
Maybe what you want will come
I don’t believe it and decide to dream instead…

Of…

Skies and sea
Breezes and sun
Contented dreams
Living there is my dream…

No-one can take it from me

A few poems for Thursday

I wrote this for my lovely wife Caroline several years ago.

 

LOVE AND ASHES

 

Sometimes love is like ashes

memories blowing in the wind

loving the scent of wood burning

passion on fire with hope

 

Walking home in autumn

the breeze shifts the leaves

such is everyday life when you are in love

the journey so pleasant

 

Filled with longing

hoping to see your face

in my dreams

when I open the door…you are there

 

Love is like ashes

memories blowing in the wind

the best part for me

is knowing it is you

 

 

I wrote this in 2006 after one of the worst trials of my life…has a good ending though!

WIND CHIMES

The house was still furnished

when you vacated our life

leaving me with Christmas memories

only two days old.

 

It took a week to remove everything

which I began immediately

even the pieces of tape

where pictures of us once hung…

 

I remember how the tree, still decorated

flew off the back of the over-packed truck

over the bridge and into the river

a cry of madness leaving my lips.

 

I returned every night for a week

scrubbing and washing

all the surfaces we leaned on

loved on…

 

Until every vestige was gone

any proof we lived there…gone

 

Before I left forever

I looked upon the outside of the dwelling

that was to be a new life for us

a new start from a mind only half healed

 

I saw a wind chime

hanging from the corner…

gently singing in the January night breeze…

 

I took it and walked away

never to return there again

going home to hang

in a new but familiar corner…alone.

 

Four years later

that same murmuring singer of wind songs

hangs from the house where we now reside

reminding me of a mind that has healed much further…

 

We are together again…

The wind chimes prove it…

Singing the same song…for different reasons…

 

A poem for Thursday morning

ONE LAST DANCE

 

One last dance

She always asks me

For one last dance

Not supposed to be even tempted

Can’t help the need

She always asks me anyway

Knowing I will relent

She knows her allure

Knows I am weak

 

Tells me she can make the pain go away

Fill all the empty little places

In my heart

In my soul

Most of the time she is right

Just a little bit

Just a taste

Just a strip tease

It is your life she says

Make what you want from it

The glory days are still here

Just dance with me one more time

You are so beautiful

To me anyway she says…

 

She lies

 

She asks me to dance in the dark with her

No-one will see

No-one will know

No-one will care

 

She lies

 

 

A poem for a rainy Tuesday

ORANGE SKIES

 

 

The bright seasons of pain

The faint whispers from the past

Drawing me nearer

Dreaming in the past

 

Once all I could see

Were orange skies

Everywhere I looked

I was dreaming while awake

 

Today the sky is blue

And I still wonder

Why?.. when I think

I begin to dream in orange

 

Orange skies

Dormant colors arise

Lift to the surface

Manifest in dreams

 

 

Three poems for a Saturday.

These three poems are from my book “The Forgotten Dream”. Reading this morning I was touched by these three.IMG_20160708_183201.jpg

 

I FEEL LIKE THREE PEOPLE

I feel like three people

One for me

One for her

One for them

 

One to make the pain go away

Sullen as it works

Dreaming relentlessly

No one cares here

 

Another to gather pride

A distant wish

Kissing a ghost

Lonely

 

Last to become real

In a fabricated world

They laugh

At what I think

 

 

OCEANS OF DREAMS

Awaking from a sultry dream

chasing phantoms in the night

wishing to go back

but afraid-

in the heart of the dreamer

lies the reason he falls

the hell of remembrance

is like sweet and longing nostalgia

 

The hazes that surround the dream

liquid voices

lingering

demand recognition

 

Screaming of loss

separation

regret

wanting to relive it all

 

Whispers emerge like ghosts

crowding his senses

knowing the result

but going anyway

 

Weakness deserves confusion

senses weakened

oceans of dreams

never ending

 

 

WAKING DREAM

Suppose you want the sky

But the earth is offered

What about the sea

Dry land for choice this time

 

Seemingly alarmed you ask for wind

They give you rain

You will settle for a breeze

A blizzard occurs

 

Some give up and wait

Some give up and take the offer

I will watch from my window

Let the world unfurl around me

 

Make no decision now they say

Wait till tomorrow

Maybe what you want will come

I don’t believe it and decide to dream instead…

 

Of…

 

Skies and sea

Breezes and sun

Contented dreams

Living there is my dream…

 

No-one can take it from me

 

Just a thought

What to do when the past makes an appearance

Things thought dormant arise to remind

Trust is a luxury in this tainted world

A world I am forced to travel

 

Feeling hopeless is so easy to fall into

The world is waiting to crash down

Just a thin membrane of courage

Stopping total madness

 

I will never again fall prey to the dark

The somber feelings of dread

I feel watching me through my own eyes

People never really change I am told

 

I write a melancholy tune

To accompany my mood

Being a composer and a poet

Is a lasting and inevitable curse

Dim and Ancient Forest

I wrote this poem at a bar in New Hampshire in 2005. I was just killing time and feeling blue. I asked the waitress for a pen and proceeded to write this on a stained napkin.You never know when inspiration will hit.

 

DIM AND ANCIENT FOREST

By Patrick Lee Hebert

 

Imagine a dim and ancient forest

Where the light barely graces

Where there is no sunshine…

The sky being ashen

 

Imagine being there alone

Day after day

Night after night

Hardly ever emerging

Except to feed on life

 

Then back to the forest

Where silence is the rule

The trees never rustle

The wind never blows

 

No-one sees me here

Totally alone

Wanting to leave

Afraid to leave

 

Imagine being here with me

Dim and ancient moods

Alone with the trees

Alone even though I am here

 

To see the sky

Would be a miracle here

Just gray through the leaves

Heavy heart….heavy soul…

 

Not even death visits here

Afraid to be dismal I guess

No fear of him here

Even when feeling dead is natural to me in this place

 

Imagine a dim and ancient forest

Go there and see for yourself

It’s easy for me

 

It’s my soul