We all know that Christmas is commercialized
It is about business, profits and making money
So is Valentine's Day right now. Love is for sale
Hearts are on sale. Love is indeed materialized
Greed is at its best. Some lovers are very pale
Many seniors are obviously sad. That's not funny
Because it hurts to see so many loners
Who are not happy. They are in pain
Nobody buys them: flowers or chocolate
Valentine's Day is no longer for lovers
Yet, it is a very special to go on a date
With friends and to dream of having fun
Things have changed and are no longer the same
This is the truth and that's a bloody shame
Still, I'm wishing you: Happy Valentines's Day
Be safe! Blow kisses and don't get carried away.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Cheeky, cherubic, churlish
adjectives I no longer use
~ Why invite elder abuse
lorna applebee is the name
this tale recurs always same
a phlebotomist and i
after twelve mai tai
elope a real bloody shame.
a cry is a crime shame
a laugh is a crime shame
a laugh is a laughter of a crime shame
a laugh cry a laughter
laugh is laughing at a crying laughter
laugh is laughing at a crime shame
a shame is a crying shame
a crime shame is a crying shame
a drop of tear is a drop of laughter
a tear is a tear of laughter
a tear is a tear drop of laughter
a cry is a tear drop of a cry
a cry is a tear drop of a laughter
cry is crying a laughter
cry is crying a crime shame
a cry is a bloody cry
a cry is a bloody crime
a cry is a bloody laughter
a blood is a blood of crime
a bloody crime is a bloody cry
a crime is a bloody shame
Skirmish
It turns so fast
from happiness to sadness,
yesterday
was a warm spring day,
then without warning
Cold.
Winter beddings
packed away
we fought
over a blanket
I lost
she is blaming illness.
Today is miserable
a clumsy time
doesn`t know whether
to cry or shine.
No internet
that`s a bloody shame.
I know that I love you
am I what you need?
tell me what you want
tell me how you feel
is that love or regret
I see in your eyes
the rain pours down
from the blackened skies
arms that hold you
a heart that is true
searching for answers
paint my sky blue
I keep getting close
but you're still the same
to turn my back now
would be a bloody shame
tell me what you want
tell me what you need
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