like in an ice cream shoppe or confectionery
a poet’s selection’s necessary
couplet or rhyme, lyrical chime
sonnet or ode, peach ala mode
fonts galore and shapes
like raspberry dreamscapes
symbolism in imagery, or
metaphor continuously
begin with the ending
end with the beginning
which person – 1st, 2nd , 4th, 3rd,
animal, human, fish or bird
infinite assortment, endless variety
~ remember not to leave out levity
The brown rat tail maggot has a lovely wiggle
He is silent, not even a teeny tiny giggle
Smaller than a matchbox, or bee oh my oh me
From stagnant water drainpipe one crawls to me
We do the cha cha, this rat tail maggot and I
He gets into trash, next to stale blueberry pie
I send him to the landfill on Old Pike Road
He’ll get to devour decayed mold, ala mode
Ala-Ka-Zammm
There Once Was A
Palm Reader Who
Took Her Hands To
The Mooon!
Per-lang-guh-lang
Dang-ding Digie-Dong
A-Dang-Doong.
One Light Side
One Dark Side
Now Both Palms
At Once, In Her
Divine Magic Hands!
She Held Chance
Made It Dance!
To Whatever
Weeping Willow
Wanton Whispering
Whip-poor-whill's…
Wood Will.
Solid Will.
But Here, Oh Earthly
Mutters…
Curving Palms…
Carving Whims…
With
Her
Whimsy
Well
Distracted…
With-In A Luna Kalla-Ka-Zooom!
-Gray Squirrel
08-17-2025
Johari window;
no one can see through this pane,
where I make my decisions.
my thoughts ala carte,
and not all desirable,
sussed out in my universe;
perplexing to me.
sift through so many pages -
childhood habits and missteps.
when faith came my way,
how divine the candlelight,
the Spirit lighting my path.
electrifying,
sword of positivity
discerning my every word.
don’t always listen
to the reproof; button up.
shame’s not a place to live. look
up to God’s grace; bow
down in that out of sight place;
forward march into glory.
sometimes there are storms:
depression, obsessive fraughts.
I pray through it; God’s faithful.
lingering in brain,
too long, could drive me cuckoo;
get in, get out, get moving.
inner voice, I must control.
abracadabra I wanna grab ya
don't tell Da and don't tell Ma
a Halloween gala
a ghost town, caw-caw
abracadabra I wanna grab ya
Abracadabrabroo me Godzilla now shoo
shelling out with toothless spider-Hue
got no candy? Duh
this ain't Malibu !
Abracadabrabroo I'm Godzilla now shoo
Abracadabri got the heebie jeebies Gartzie ?
well smezzle pezzle see this old machete
gonna hack your back
cuz I got the knack
Abracadabri got the heebie jeebies Gartzie ?
Ala shazam its a bloodlet moon fricassee
everyone is shakin' I don't care, Tee hee !
served them Grinch tea
now they all have to pee
Ala shazam, its a bloodlet moon fricassee.
Jane, my former fellow-worker friend, who lives in Carmel-By-The-Sea, and had been visited by many of us from work.
Gleaning Clint as a third invitee at His Hog's Breath Cafe/Tavern, thanks to Jane<--impetus of my 114 miles (228 miles in total, down/up) drive from my San Francisco home, with the added feature, aside from Clint, is California's central coastline drive ... ala incredible folks.
It's been some time since the store episode/trapped-i/epic-sword, in-back at home recovering.
My phone rang during days that it did, of horrid prices and matching service, hmm--half a second or half a century.
Anyhow, tis Jane calling for a special invite to The Grand as her creative date/Clint cancelled last minute as he found her to be his perfect catch at 21 ... to a catch 22, so the lamb pulled out of the bag and clawed me.
A stray lock of hair
in the corner right there
In the parlor, a faint whiff of perfume
The couch messy and wrinkled
piano’s ivories uncovered and tinkled
I know what you’re thinking, dear
but please don’t assume
For these are just clues, all part of a poem
~ detective-style, ala Watson and Holmes
July 7th Benevolence
Spies Flawed Sight in Tammuz,
Yiddens’ Tragic Hearing in Av,
Shemiras Einayim, impropriety removes,
3 Middos did Avraham have,
Good Eye, Humble Spirit & Generous Neshama,
Their counter moves:
Ayin Rah from a blind Lev,
Arrogant Spirit, Ala denial of Truth,
Greedy Neshama follow ingratitude does!
Yet thinking your answers give birth,
To the Emes, yields “Gaivahdik” shallows,
Better to grope! … say, “I don’t know!”,
20/20 can be an illusion,
Attending focus is by Anavah,
5 Tammuz 5771 was my stroke intrusion,
Closing my outer eyes is how,
My inner eye yields “Ruchnius” Fusion!
Echad = 13, Unison,
It’s the 13th Anniversary!
Sea surreal in darkest nets
Nocturnal-ness in jaws and tentacled breasts
still the thrill, breathless at my thoughts
the sea - a catch
The sea a catch, oh my stars
that settle like flickering candles
on tremulous waves
The sway, the dance, oh
the romance of candlelight
aboard the deck of dopamine
I resist the thought
that I’m in-between
cruise ala royal dreams
The drift of ebb and flow
I fly so slow, slipping
undertow, envisioning
serpents and maids
I’m made for the sea
See my tales splash
flibberty-thrashing
about in a net
netting the seashell gold
of surf and turf
sweet sands that tug
my eyes and heart
I blink
back tears
When will we see each other
‘gain, this match
of tenderness and angst
Let the torrents roar
Let the sides capsize
Let me touch your silkiness
your depths
your traps
of playfulness. The reader
must think me silly
as I surrender to the crests
and climb aboard
to see the sea
and sky collide
I’m given over
and under
in thunderous claps
to sated and salted
direct attack
of anything that might arrest
my joy
my exploration
my destination
my ploy
to dream without danger…
I was branded a randy Romeo
I was not looking for Juliet to
sow oats
I was young and vibrant looking
for fun
When I met her accidentally in
the city of the Sun
Doing what boys my age were doing
Mimicking borrowed accents and
characters
Out of James Hadley Chase novels.
I asked her out at the first instance
and she agreed
I felt she was too naive and an easy
picking,
So I thought such innocence
Meeting Francis Moses, my pseudo
name
For cover and get away
Prince charming having ala carte all
in one swoop.
I thought I will eat my cake and wipe
my lips clean
With a smirk on my face I looked away
easy prey, so I thought
But i was wrong I didn't bargain in falling
in love
Cupid's arrow scored the bulls eye of my
heart
And I fell head over heels in love for the
first time.
I was out for a prank and became a victim
instead I got ranked.
Grammar fools
My ignorance just makes me stronger
But when I try to write, it makes me wronger
I decry anyone who knows more than me
I call them names without an apostrophe
Because I’m so clever, don’t need to learn
Then I look at my account, how much did my book earn?
Still, I call you a Nazi for pulling me up
Knowing my stupidity is an over-flowing cup
So don’t dare to challenge my writing art
Because I think fried food is ala carte.
Now all you grammar pointers, who
Promote genocide, don’t question me
Because you’ll hurt my pride.
David Cox 03/07/22
On the way home
With my kids in tow
To the all night
Supermarket we'd go
For a late night treat
that we bought each week
Our favorite pie ala mode
As an introvert
I'm not given to
talking to those I don't know
Except sometimes I
Just can't resist when the spirit bids
me so
As I stood in line
behind these three
little Asian guys ahead
Who were buying
round angle food cakes and
And cigarettes unfiltered instead
Before I could zip up
My pie hole
As the register started to sing
I asked what have you
guys got planned tonight
Gonna go home and blow smoke rings
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm
Mwen renmen ou chak jou
Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou.
Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote
Ou nan kèm tout la jounen
Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen
Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste
Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous
Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous
Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen.
Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen
Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen
Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm
Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm
Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib
Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib
Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an.
Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal
Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl
Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou
Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen
Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen
Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou.
P.S. Tradiksyon "Joyous Women’s Day"
Ki ekri Pa Hébert Logerie
Copyright © Mas 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè liv pwezi.
Sitting in the park , and its almost dark.
Running down the road , thinking of pie ala mode.
Standing on a hill , thinking of being still.
Laying on the beach , knowing anything is at your reach.
Do Not Fall Down
Falling down, simply terrific
for the young!
For the elderly, no, as our springs have
indeed, been totally, sprung.
I took a big spill on Halloween,
And now I am known as the Poetess
ala Wheelchair Queen?
Feel like I finished a boxing round with
Mike Tyson.
Me, a pummeled, poetic. baby byson!
11/1/2021
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