Poetry of Hernot Versaint
A Glass of Fire
A real soldier
never knew where and when
he is going to die -
and die
for his country or for a fair cause
is to grow and spread hope
and
courage to a new generation.
A real soldier
born frequently as fire
in the water,
by wisdom and knowledge always knew
when to reach the front
line
where the flag must be hoisted.
A real soldier
die for his country
or for a fair cause
is to raise monumentally the patriotism
into the
coward minds...
Copyright©2005 Hernot Versaint
never knew where and when
he is going to die -
and die
for his country or for a fair cause
is to grow and spread hope
and
courage to a new generation.
A real soldier
born frequently as fire
in the water,
by wisdom and knowledge always knew
when to reach the front
line
where the flag must be hoisted.
A real soldier
die for his country
or for a fair cause
is to raise monumentally the patriotism
into the
coward minds...
Copyright©2005 Hernot Versaint
21st Century Eve
Every day is different, different
like amazing history in the
middle
of D.C., where the colour of the sky
indeed change, change to
bring more
lift in the wind of following the
BO'star as the birds have
turned
to angels around that plane over
the cold river making the
month
of heroes by inspiring the new
generation.
Every day is
different, different
like the BO'star in the middle of
D.C., to bring
more lift in the wind,
where the warmth among the crowd
melting the snow
and turned to the
glass of wine for everyone to toast
and celebrate the
21st century event...
Copyright©2009 Hernot Versaint
like amazing history in the
middle
of D.C., where the colour of the sky
indeed change, change to
bring more
lift in the wind of following the
BO'star as the birds have
turned
to angels around that plane over
the cold river making the
month
of heroes by inspiring the new
generation.
Every day is
different, different
like the BO'star in the middle of
D.C., to bring
more lift in the wind,
where the warmth among the crowd
melting the snow
and turned to the
glass of wine for everyone to toast
and celebrate the
21st century event...
Copyright©2009 Hernot Versaint
Harden Candle
The candle burning me,
burning me suchlike I pray,
praying through the thickly
flame waving my voice around
the rock candle
skipping my
hope and my patience had
turned to a long dream
made the harden candle melt,
and flooding under my shadow...
Copyright© Hernot
Versaint
burning me suchlike I pray,
praying through the thickly
flame waving my voice around
the rock candle
skipping my
hope and my patience had
turned to a long dream
made the harden candle melt,
and flooding under my shadow...
Copyright© Hernot
Versaint
The Souls of Arlington
All the thankful ranks are still honouring
the crowned souls;
but they would not be so
lucky to see the bravery of the higher boots
on the ground side by side! And their loved
ones are still there occasionally
on their own
knees with flowers. Perhaps with regret or pride
as long as
the sacrifices shall be made for
the country and the honour that we all might
pay
in a way or another. The memories of
Arlington are not in a specific
cross but into
the human minds more than the past and the
future of the
following crowns...
Copyright©2008 Hernot Versaint
the crowned souls;
but they would not be so
lucky to see the bravery of the higher boots
on the ground side by side! And their loved
ones are still there occasionally
on their own
knees with flowers. Perhaps with regret or pride
as long as
the sacrifices shall be made for
the country and the honour that we all might
pay
in a way or another. The memories of
Arlington are not in a specific
cross but into
the human minds more than the past and the
future of the
following crowns...
Copyright©2008 Hernot Versaint
Lonely Moms
All of the single mothers represent
the ''Notre dame of
patience''.
Through the silence they receive
carefully wisdom and strength
to be
so patient in enduring crisis and
tears of the coward hearts. And
to
sing: crying, crying is the song of
the nude feet; as my mother used
to
sing when I was a child. Even though
she has been gone, once in a
while
I quietly hear her voice humming:
crying, crying is the song of the
nude feet. And when I happen to
see a crying baby onto his mom's arms,
it's
naturally reflecting to my memory the
picture of the ''Notre dame of
patience''.
Although with grey hair, I still feel
lucky for being also in
the maternal
swing. Thanks MOMS!
Copyright©2008 Hernot Versaint
the ''Notre dame of
patience''.
Through the silence they receive
carefully wisdom and strength
to be
so patient in enduring crisis and
tears of the coward hearts. And
to
sing: crying, crying is the song of
the nude feet; as my mother used
to
sing when I was a child. Even though
she has been gone, once in a
while
I quietly hear her voice humming:
crying, crying is the song of the
nude feet. And when I happen to
see a crying baby onto his mom's arms,
it's
naturally reflecting to my memory the
picture of the ''Notre dame of
patience''.
Although with grey hair, I still feel
lucky for being also in
the maternal
swing. Thanks MOMS!
Copyright©2008 Hernot Versaint
Windy Sparkles
One of the most important human vitalities
is so free as the
wind: thought;
coming from nowhere, take cares of the whole ‘life,
the
fertility of whatsoever, keeps the human
mind of making the world so
beautiful for free
as the wind waving all over the ugly and beauty.
The weak and powerful thoughts contribute to
enduring the strength of the
wind always brings
the fibbers over the available minds grasping the
such
free blessings, and that couldn't be
interpreted as poem without the windy
thoughts
request ultimately the quietness at the right spot
of receiving
the fertile fibbers may have to appear
the shape of the sparkles as the
trophy of memories...
Copyright©2008 Hernot Versaint
is so free as the
wind: thought;
coming from nowhere, take cares of the whole ‘life,
the
fertility of whatsoever, keeps the human
mind of making the world so
beautiful for free
as the wind waving all over the ugly and beauty.
The weak and powerful thoughts contribute to
enduring the strength of the
wind always brings
the fibbers over the available minds grasping the
such
free blessings, and that couldn't be
interpreted as poem without the windy
thoughts
request ultimately the quietness at the right spot
of receiving
the fertile fibbers may have to appear
the shape of the sparkles as the
trophy of memories...
Copyright©2008 Hernot Versaint
Clouds Over the Hill
I see the sky as the title of my dreams,
When my feet hit
against a stub
around the ground and my head
Straight up to the clouds
travelling forward,
forward of my steps make me go on,
Reaching the shadow
of the hill
Between the clouds and the stubs
Around the ground as the
flowers of the trees
Growing, growing toward the sky to bring
The title of
my dreams...
Copyright© Hernot Versaint
When my feet hit
against a stub
around the ground and my head
Straight up to the clouds
travelling forward,
forward of my steps make me go on,
Reaching the shadow
of the hill
Between the clouds and the stubs
Around the ground as the
flowers of the trees
Growing, growing toward the sky to bring
The title of
my dreams...
Copyright© Hernot Versaint
The Inerasable
What a great opportunity, amazing brain power
and a wise
blessing when the time is up to
translate the thoughts in writing a poem
like a net privilege to make it straight as
request the real feelings and
knowledge of
the poetry oughts approving the birth of a true
work like an
unknowing child mistyping in a
nice pair of shoes factorising a mountain of
thoughts flooding to the available minds around
the pen and paper to
describe the difference between
poetry and poem! It’s up to say: only in
the
poetic language, mistakes may mean
something, ultimately spring the
path to reach
the universe of the supernatural freedom. There's
no
fascinating poem without masterful thoughts
switching my native language to
yours, to be
better understood as long as the poetry reflects
the dreams
and issues of life, where the wisdom
shall be translated through the
inerasable...
Copyright ©2008 Hernot Versaint
and a wise
blessing when the time is up to
translate the thoughts in writing a poem
like a net privilege to make it straight as
request the real feelings and
knowledge of
the poetry oughts approving the birth of a true
work like an
unknowing child mistyping in a
nice pair of shoes factorising a mountain of
thoughts flooding to the available minds around
the pen and paper to
describe the difference between
poetry and poem! It’s up to say: only in
the
poetic language, mistakes may mean
something, ultimately spring the
path to reach
the universe of the supernatural freedom. There's
no
fascinating poem without masterful thoughts
switching my native language to
yours, to be
better understood as long as the poetry reflects
the dreams
and issues of life, where the wisdom
shall be translated through the
inerasable...
Copyright ©2008 Hernot Versaint
"The Dance of Shadows"
I
am always impatient for the season,
where the shadows are seemingly alive
with big or small hat warming the spot
of the Halloween dance.
Under the masks, all the faces claim to be innocent
after the dancing night gets over, and always declined
the colour of their costumes.
Among the Halloween dancers, the shadows shapely
contesting the happiness between masks and costumes
raising the hit of this annual ha,ha,ha dance...
Copyright©2009 Hernot Versaint
where the shadows are seemingly alive
with big or small hat warming the spot
of the Halloween dance.
Under the masks, all the faces claim to be innocent
after the dancing night gets over, and always declined
the colour of their costumes.
Among the Halloween dancers, the shadows shapely
contesting the happiness between masks and costumes
raising the hit of this annual ha,ha,ha dance...
Copyright©2009 Hernot Versaint
The Puzzle of Truth
I wish to find the exact
words to say something
that is not easy to be said. Hummm: The truth!
It's missing around the human life; everybody is afraid
of the truth because it's sumptuous.
If you don't like to say the truth, you won't be strong!
The truth is missing, missing through the all about family,
politics, diplomatic, and love, even about education.
Although, the way of truth is from your heart to your mind
Do not be afraid of the truth, it is the reward of inner freedom;
I wish to express the exact words of truth reflecting courage
for the next step. And at the end of a long way I will be strong
enough to reach the goal of my dreams!!!
Copyright©2009 Hernot Versaint
that is not easy to be said. Hummm: The truth!
It's missing around the human life; everybody is afraid
of the truth because it's sumptuous.
If you don't like to say the truth, you won't be strong!
The truth is missing, missing through the all about family,
politics, diplomatic, and love, even about education.
Although, the way of truth is from your heart to your mind
Do not be afraid of the truth, it is the reward of inner freedom;
I wish to express the exact words of truth reflecting courage
for the next step. And at the end of a long way I will be strong
enough to reach the goal of my dreams!!!
Copyright©2009 Hernot Versaint
Himalaya of Corpses
This Himalaya sprang up just in 35 seconds
over the pearl of
Caribs, where the tears
and cries were in the air all over the world,
regarding Espanola which always meant the land
of hills.
Haiti, used to represent the Caribbean memories,
built close to three
hundred years ago.
As the first independent collared nation, it brought
help for freedom to so many neighbours around
the Central and North
coasts, where their
precious liquid ran into the rivers of some lands.
Espanola used to be the pearl of Caribs,
then, it has turned to a Himalaya of corpses,
where the tears and cries
have been heard all
over the world as fast as it has fallen just in
35
seconds like the bang-bang of the 21st
century, touching the hearts of even
those who
used to speculate on the mother nature. Is it a
punishment or a correction? Either one, it might be
a message for the fellow observers or
neighbours.
01/24/10
over the pearl of
Caribs, where the tears
and cries were in the air all over the world,
regarding Espanola which always meant the land
of hills.
Haiti, used to represent the Caribbean memories,
built close to three
hundred years ago.
As the first independent collared nation, it brought
help for freedom to so many neighbours around
the Central and North
coasts, where their
precious liquid ran into the rivers of some lands.
Espanola used to be the pearl of Caribs,
then, it has turned to a Himalaya of corpses,
where the tears and cries
have been heard all
over the world as fast as it has fallen just in
35
seconds like the bang-bang of the 21st
century, touching the hearts of even
those who
used to speculate on the mother nature. Is it a
punishment or a correction? Either one, it might be
a message for the fellow observers or
neighbours.
01/24/10