Best Ton Poems
C’est ton heureux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma copine, ma commère
Il m’est impossible de t’envoyer des fleurs
Et je ne peux pas t’écrire de jolis poèmes
Cependant je peux te souhaiter du bonheur
Avec toute ma force et avec tout mon cœur.
Parfois, on ne peut pas vider tout le contenu
De la vase, comme on ne peut marcher tout nu
Dans les rues essaimées de charmantes femmes
Puisqu’on est limité et on a qu’une pauvre âme
On peut simplement mesurer ses vives émotions
Femme ! Oh ! Mémère, je me noie dans la passion.
C’est ton joyeux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma flamme, ma commère
Je te souhaite de tout mon cœur
Santé et des arcs-en-ciel de bonheur
Que la Providence te bénisse avec abondance
Et que la vie te soit des jours et nuits de vacances.
P.S. Translation ' It's Your Happy Birthday, Gorgeous Old Lady'.
Copyright © Mars 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
By looking at your picture
Is like you are still alive
Your face is still fresh in my mind
Always proud to tell your suffering
And your moments of joy
Beside your bad side...
...you have consol alot
You've known pain
And you have past through alot
Of difficulties
Beside all your default...
...this is not important
Because you were the the hero...
...the icon
That unique singer that keeps us
All on our feet
Your 'bonm' and your 'zez'
Was your two best friend
When you were on stage...
...no one gets in your way
Your mission wasn't accomplish yet
But our God needed you
The road that you have started
I am following
But it doesn't stop there...
...I will pass it with my children tomorrrow
That it won't lose its value
And in a way that you will
Always be present...
...and forever live among us
Dedicated to my great-grand-father that was an important person in the culture and part the
heritage of Seychelles, who died when i was very little.
I sent myself a ton of roses.
I put them piecemeal on the bed.
They were pretty, all these poses.
They were lovely - that much is said.
I put them piecemeal on the bed.
Red, blue, and violet, they lay.
They were lovely, that much is said.
"Lovely, dear!" said my sister, Fay.
Red, blue, and violet, they lay.
The scent of them was gorgeous too!
"Lovely, dear!" said my sister, Fay.
Yes, they were lovely, it's quite true.
The scent of them was gorgeous, too!
They were pretty, all these poses.
Yes, they were lovely, it's quite true.
I sent myself a ton of roses.
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10/1/2016
Contest - Pantoum
Sponsor - Eve Roper
1st place win
"The Young and the Breathless"- TV soap opera about youg emphysema
patients unfaithful to their doctors.
Candid- Something you could do, and did do.
Phone Call- Bidding your phone to come to you.
Binary- What you can purchase with nary any money.
Nascent- Odorless.
Philosophy- Phil Silvers designing soffits.
Surcharge- Driving down Rt. Number One on the Big Sur at 70 mph.
Surplus- The addition of the above's wrecked car to the cliffside base below the
aforementioned highway.
Supplant- Burying the idiot victims of the above, around dinner time.
Sunglasses- Drinking vessels for our Solar companion.
Sunspots- Where my male offspring hangs out.
Gnome, Alaska- The city in Alaska where the Travelocity icon was found frozen
solid.
DVDs- Defective BVD shorts.
Tuba-fish- Edible fish from an all-fish marching band.
Leak-Proof- Applying Super-Glue to the tip of one's *****.
Leave of Absence- Finding your mate has disappeared into a pile of leaves.
Eavesdrop- Falling off the edge of your roof.
Ecosystem- A ritualized style of producing an echo in a jar.
Sentiment- when a Mob boss orders cement for a mob "funeral".
Cyclone- an artificially duplicated person's mild vocalization of sadness.
Elfin John- Small, bespeckled gay singer/songwritter.
Elongate- Turnstyle in the NYC subway system, to the "E" train, expanded in size
for fat people.
"It Takes A Leaf"- How to catch poison ivy.
Hopin' to give a smile to Christy in her time of trouble.
Stuffing, pickles, olives too
A wishbone for me and you
Cranberries and pumpkin pie
Dig right in now, don't be shy
Dark or white meat, it's your choice
Every things juicy and moist
Mashed potatoes, carrots, squash
Peeled, sliced, carefully washed
Football games on big T.V.s
Loud belches from beer bellies
Leftovers are wrapped up tight
For a snack late in the night
Turkey salad, soup and more
Heated gravy that you pour
On a sandwich full of flavor
Lots of things to taste and savor
Turkey day has come and gone
But it won't be very long
Till your ovens full again
Good times with family and friends
Fear, a tear, shock inside, I guess it's all the same,
To find someone behind me has been calling out my name.
Mixed, not fixed, my mindless journey,
Sadly awakened and too often murky.
I could, I would, if I were able,
Contribute to the conversation at the table.
If my mind could find the subject matter,
But those ideas are all a scatter.
I tried but lied and said I heard you,
A simple question proves that it's not true.
How can I get by with focus amiss,
Life, at times difficult, thinking like this.
I'm cursed, I guess, with this on and off switch,
Sometimes a blessing, more often a glitch.
Living and giving from out of the box,
a bright imagination is the pure paradox.
In the end, I will send you one last fleeting conclusion,
There are few rewards with this kind of confusion.
The Maharani’s carriage has long passed
Dark night is approaching fast
The indigo sky has a full moon
The stars make a way to heaven
Streets wet as the rain drops
Flowers asleep with heads bowed
Maharani turns toward the moon
The chilling beauty softly croons
And every being out at night
Hurry home to its warm light
Maharani steps down on the path
Gently caressing the marble bird bath
And towards the palace she moves
Leaving behind the sound of retreating hooves
By- Tahera Moiz Mannan
Inspired by my poem ‘Dawn of Hope’ for Nikko’s contest
Me a pack-rat?
Is you crazee?
I gots me a path to walk,
From one room to annudder
So who is you to talk?
I gotz at me fingatips
Alls dat Eyes could kneed
Like 1972 newspapers
Which I ain't gotz yet ta read
I think somewhere in dare,
I'z gotz an x-wife or 2,
I suspectz from da smell,
Dat day ain't talkin' to mee orz youu,
Ann dat germain doog I'dz onss had
He 2 could be in dare,
Every onse in da while
I no-tis doggee hair
I'll cleanz it upp ladda
not now I iz too tyred
my housekeepin' I assure u
Iz someting to be admired...
Thanks for ignoring
My pathetic pleas.
Thanks for all
My insecurities.
Thanks for infection
And thanks for disease.
Thanks for nothing;
Just bad memories.
Thanks for teaching me to rise when I fall....
Maybe I’m thankful after all.
weaving in and out
the wind whistles ‘round the bones —
tuning fork fades out
10/26/2018
When they're at the Chinese restaurant
It reminds them of each other for sure
Won Ton reminds her of his weight
Spelled backwards reminds him of her!
she rings my door and yells at me,
I dare not describe what I see,
a woman fierce with her swords drawn,
I dated when she was a fawn!
pretty she looked then, full of fun,
hearts were young when our love begun,
now she thunders in half a ton,
search for exit from where to run!
folly, foolishness how we love,
deceived, defeated you know how?
I did not see faults that lie deep,
from there, with time, they slowly seep!
inventions, cameras are slick,
could make one that will future click,
not one that shows her current age,
but one to snap future image!
life must be lived no matter what,
even with creatures time forgot,
I wave to her with pleasant smile,
with meek demure, hope to beguile!
3rd place
Written 02/01/2021
Watered Down Juice
Edward Ibeh sponsored
8 syllables each line
20 lines!
wayward, wanting
winds
waiting without
weigh
weary woefull
wanderers
weaving weather
warfare
walking waters
wringing
whatever writing
with
whirlwind wonders
working
wrenching wrinkles
worthless
wrestling wrong
writes
well....for now
stan sand
writing...when
writs...wring
wrong
A witch could not meet with her coven
So held a seance in her oven
Donald Trump dropped by
With an open fly
And said he was looking for Loven