Treat people well
With what you tell
Save yourself out of hell
Peradventure you fell
Life is strange
It flows off wish
But permanent is change
Cherished may turn devilish
To be rich
Is not all of money
Or being funny
But the treats you bewitch
The least
May turn the most
From the unexpected
Favour most times arises
Congratulations!
People are not always glad
Paint misfortune
Their emotions are awaken
Soaring higher
Things get tougher
Gradually going high
Everyone with you like to identify
Just assume it isn't a falsehood
You may turn a philosopher
Just don't bargain with a bluffer
Take it 'all is good'
Revenge is far off
When embraced
Both make out scoff
Rather get circumstances aced
He was deceiver, cheater, bluffer, imposter at best
A beguiler, charlatan, pettifogger, you know the rest…
All of our family fortune is now wiped out, gone.
Due to this sleazy grifter, Mr. Lee Wron.
Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
In a strange, nervous and abnormal style
Because I am not a josher
Show me the genuine emotions of you
Give me something normal or natural
I am not asking for anything special
Just be yourself and I will appreciate it
Don’t give something unusual and vile
Flash me a normal, sweet and beautiful smile
Don’t give me a lot. I’ll be satisfied with a small bit
Because I want neither a black nor a blank smile
In a strange, white, hypocritical and unusual style
But smile, smile with me, if you mean it
And please don’t, if your smile does not fit.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
a shameless bluffer
he won at poker and twenty-one
an audacious risk-taker
brazen, brave, and bold
daring to do what most would not
my grandfather-in-law, the gambler
who lost his house to a bad hand of cards in the thirties
In the saloon a lone, haggard cowboy
Had more than double his fill, one last sip
An imagined past of unlawful joy
Recounting the times he shot from the hip
Barstools turn for a showdown, tables flip
Caught scheming. More than his pride will suffer
A double-dealing, lone cowboy bluffer.
Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
In a strange, nervous and abnormal style
Because I am not a josher
Show me the genuine emotions of you
Give me something normal or natural
I am not asking for anything special
Just be yourself and I will appreciate it
Don’t give something unusual and vile
Give a normal, sweet and beautiful smile
Don’t give me a lot. I’ll be satisfied with a small bit
Because I want neither a black nor a blank smile
In a strange, white, hypocritical and unusual style.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
6/12/19
"BISFU"
Near piles of lumber
Standing amid lightning and thunder
Out for plunder
Full of wonder
An insatiable hunger
Year-round, not just during summer
Much more than another number
I'm like no other
Even though I'm not getting any younger
Seeing folks true colors
Corruption being uncovered
New lifeforms getting discovered
I don't stop until the buzzer
Spotless places and areas with merely clutter
Blood suckers
And ungrateful people in clusters
Got my own luster
Continually helping my mother
Never want to see her suffer
Ready to fix any blunder
Still got a lot to do, and no time to be a bluffer
Before I'm six feet under
Like the desert and the sun
Like a bullet and a gun
Like promised things never done
We go together
Like a coffin and a grave
Like chains of iron and a slave
Like being scared and acting brave
We go together
Like a car crash and a scream
Like a drunkard and a dream
Like dirty nails and fraying seams
We go together.
Like the world of rich and poor
Like late night vomit in shop doors
Like the vice squad and the whores
We go together.
Like the winter and the cold
Like the bluffer and the fold
Like the word out and the word sold
We go together.
I love you and you hate me
You love me and I hate you
I guess there's nothing left to do
Let's go together.
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