Best Fad Poems
Turn up the radio and ...
It's the same ol' situation,
The same songs, same band
That raised my generation
That was then, this is now
Nothing's changed but my age,
And four numbers, somehow
On a calendar's page ...
It happened again today
In the store where I shopped,
In the restaurant, I heard it play
Proving the 80's never stopped
That was then, this is now
O, to revive a faded fad,
If we never forget how
Good times can still be had
Life, like a cassette tape
With two sides, was designed,
From Side A, Side B can't escape
If you just press rewind ...
According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.
At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray
All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again
When it comes to a test
The face men love best
Is not self-possessed
But quite manifest
In Ye Olde Gene Pool race
Neither beauty nor grace
Could begin to replace
A familiar face!
Slam poetry a form so new
Spoken word more than a view
Some are great some are bad
It is really just a fad
Bringing attention to poetry true
I’ve been on every diet known to man
Atkins, Lemonade, Cabbage and f-plan
And I’ve never lost a thing worthy of mention
But I try every new one, full of good intention
Now I'm on the Whisky diet, which I’m taking steady
And do you know I've lost three days already.
by Wayne Wysocki
I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate
The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur
For variation I can gnaw
This crucifer sautéed or raw,
Just as is, or baked as chips,
A smoothie blend to please my lips
But having said all that, I'll add
Too much of anything is bad,
And I've been craving, as of late,
A change of greens to grace my plate
I now peruse the produce aisle
To find the foods that make me smile
It's time to choose my next big thing
Like watercress or collards green
I'll greet my new nutrition trend
And say goodbye to you, old friend
Kale, we've had a lovely run,
But now my time with you is done.
You don’t miss me
And me neither Missy
Life is full of shocks and surprises
To the foodies, everything is about business
These atypical days: power, money, jewelries
Fad, vanity, cars, valuables and properties.
Mwe, on the other hand, I am about
Love, respect, decency and a lot
Of interesting intangible stuff
You don’t think that ‘enough is enough’
Life is full of surprises and shocks
As the sea is, without a doubt, full of sharks.
Nothing under the sky is eternal
Everything under this huge tunnel
Will one day turns to fine dust
Nothing tangible is a dire must
For my ego. I care solely about humans
Knowledge, books, papers, pencils and pens.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Penny loafers; muffling, shuffling, slipping, sliding symbols of a generation.
The rings of alarm clocks, sprints to an office, and evenings in dance hall gyration.
Low, feminine shoes, a Post-War fad, that were prized for their disarming fabrication,
And preferred instead of the high-top boots, worn by men during War's mobilization.
Slaves of the feet, piously worn, softly they entered the Church of the Reverent;
Or briskly moving on tired, leather soles down the long halls of the U.S.Government.
Hail! The shimmering, scintillating coins shining brightly with romantic sentiment.
Gaudy, nerdy pennny loafers. Comfy on the feet and ready for a compliment.
A rainy night
near a forbiden home
in the distance
along a lone electric shore
thunder echos on distant moors
flickering deep in clouds
lie eternal fire
I lie in dreams
dreamed, nevermore
flying over roofs, roads and rivers
in the rain
in blackend cities
towards a far distant shore
in eternal night
lonely thunder roars.
Hell, It Ain't No Fad, But Best I Forget It
I want it so bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it ain't no fad, but best I forget it
Life is just a broken heart disease
And not golden treasure that please
But that calm after the damn storm
And in my prayers I pray you no harm
Tis my dying soul they want to seize
And lost spirit in this earthen form
O' tis darkness, the evil in terra form
I want it so bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it ain't no fad, but best I forget it
Love is the harvest but mine is absent
A hero's sword is straight but mine is bent
It is a moonlit night and I'm a'cryin
I've lost my true sight, I am a'dyin
Comes that calm after the damn storm
And in my prayers I pray you no harm
I beg forgiveness for all of my lyin'
I want it bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it ain't no fad, but best I forget it
R.J. Lindley, 1973
Lyric, -when life was a dream- a hope
Edited, 1977, April 07-1979
Today, 7-19-2021
Transgender is a real thing
Not a fad
Not a phase
Not a quirky attention-seeking ploy
Transgender children are sad
They want to be who they are
The wisest parents understand
If Johnny wants to be called Julie and wear dresses – okay.
Because Johnny is not Johnny inside, she is Julie.
If all transgendered children were treated with love and respect
If all parents of transgendered children understood this
It would be enough to change the world.
Transgender is a real thing
Not a fad
Not a phase
Not a quirky attention-seeking ploy
Please love your children for who they are
Please respect your children
Even if their ideas are different than mine?
Especially if their ideas are different than yours.
8/9/16
Why settle
If I haven't yet been successful
To reaching a higher level
Forever I just may wrestle
With the devil
Until I twist them into a pretzel
Extinguishing the flames, before throwing them underneath quicksand and pebbles
Too many worlds revolving around money
It's no longer funny
Considering it's happening in every country
Meanwhile people are starving and hungry
Been struggling day to day and monthly
People on television trying to make others look bad
It's becoming rather sad
And far too much of a fad
You should be glad
And more thankful of what you have
Instead of getting mad
And attempting to prove your point through an ad
What people will do for the spotlight
At times is just not right
By: Dalton Ogletree
Allusions of brewing brown
that made its way to tinsel town.
At dawn it turned to waxen white
with gleaming glow against the light.
With warm embrace to fuming flow,
it wilted into glazing glow.
With shifting shapes like honing hue,
its flare became the fad of few.
October 3, 2022
I could decide that you are bad
And people urge to judge you mad,
If you would often keep your dad
Thinking that he could not be glad,4
Because you had him made a pad:
A bearer of what leaves one sad,
Often misspending Hard- earned wad,
On every craze, every cursed fad:
You, his doted -upon lad:
The one in megaphones he had
I dragged this cig, my brain went far gaga,
The same cigarette brand that brought me joy;
A puff, and I slipped into a pooh-Bah,
One short drag became enough to destroy.
My legs wobbled, the world around me spun,
I heaved heavily, yet relief slept still;
The fun I sought had never yet begun,
In its stead, I commenced a mental drill.
As I puffed a new cig to chase a fad,
Deeper curiosity did arouse.
How can a mere cigar torture so bad,
A dream taught me the thought in intense drowse.
Later I learned the cig was laced with crack~
The closest I came being a junkie;
That pal later picked madness in bump's track,
Why I never became a crack flunkey.