Many writers, poets and academics know how a beautiful
And striking alliteration is in a grammatical, congressional
Contextual and conventional debate or literary debacle
Like: blank blind badly bounced blue bowl
Oops! I meant to quote the beautiful Congresswoman
Jasmine Crockett, word for word, verbatim; man
I can never get it right. I fell short, because I’m not tall
Enough to reach that height. Oh! Many contractual
Agreements are in the works: blank black badly bounced
Blue ball. But I’ll keep on trying over one ounce
Of Vodka, maybe I will finally get it right or correct
Ladies and gentlemen, life is never easy and perfect
However, it’s okay to have fun; politics is abysmal than ever
We hope things will not get worse, but much better.
P.S. Homage to Congresswoman Jasmine Crockett (D-Dallas, Texas):
‘Bleach Blond, Bad-Built, Butch Body”.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
When Old Mother Hubbard
Examined her cupboard
And found not a scrap there to munch on,
Not one morsel that clung
To an ort or a crumb,
She felt foolish and dumb
And stood sucking her thumb
While her dog, Butch, got nothing for luncheon.
"She forgot to go shopping again," grumbled he.
She just scratched his ears sighing,
"Sorry, pal. C'est la vie."
When pangs of hunger are felt,
Humans tighten their belt,
But poor Butch started howling
As his stomach was growling,
For a mastiff has needs to be regularly fed.
So…since there was no baloney…
And…since she was nice and bony…
Mother Hubbard wound up on the menu instead.
This tale has a moral,
As some nursery rhymes do,
And this one's a little bit gruesome, it's true:
A pet owner's job's
To protect not neglect him,
So feed yours each mealtime,
For if too long overdue,
Your "Butch" might be inclined
To make a meal out of you.
Eddie, could not have had a father better than you.
Think of all the places you took him, including to the zoo.
It’s mind blowing for me, to just count the hours,
That you spend at baseball,(I am glad for you.when it showers!)
You’re teaching him the Christian life that many Fathers, sadly do not.
And, thus I chose this picture to show the love you and Eddie have got.
Your love of baseball and teaching him I think he’s really quite hot!
So I am just popping in to say, Butch, that you have a very happy Father’s Day.
And I just know that everything is coming with many blessings..your way!
Love, Pangie aka Nana
6/18/2023
Dedicated to Butch, my outstanding Son-In-Law!
he want's to be the clump of hair strand's
he want's a little bit left on the corner's
he want's want's it unfinished
he want's to be your hair cut
he want's the sides of the mustache longer
he want;s her to chop it
butch style
face it
he want's to be every little part of your anatomy
it's goofy as hell
and you go with it
come out looking like the Devil
Exactly, twenty-one years ago this very day
On the hushed, whispering shores of Lake Tahoe,
I walked my Princess, down the aisle and gave her away.
In that lush garden of the sun, you two, became one!
Under that white gazebo, so utterly sparkling,
When time seemed to stand virtually still,
I saw my stunning daughter, my darling,
Become a wife, against a backdrop of Lake Tahoe’s hills.
Your touching sapphire days together were still ahead,
Thank you, Butch for being the true, love of her life.
Then, a few years later, baby Eddie, cooed in his bed.
You two, by far, are the perfect husband and wife.
May all things beautiful come your way.
You both cared for me and keep me part of your life
And your big dream, that your son in the MLB, one day, shall play!
God bless you with all the very best and free from strife.
Tribute to Elena and Butch
Blessed Anniversary Wishes
With love, Mom
11/3/2022
You maybe my fiancce
But my wedding plans
ain't with you
I am that whore you
Imaged
Surreal but it's true.
The es of your
Conversation
The cheater you
Made into
The whore that you
Loved
The trick you turned me
Into
The hawk, when
I was a dove
If I am a Bytch
Than you are
A dog
You're ah husband
Of ah Butch
Ah
Husband of
Ah bytch.
Tell you're lover
I wish to be
Pregnant.
Turn them tricks
Some where's
Else.
Tired of being
Lonely
Can't do this by
Myself.
He played Moochie ah priah
On the harpsichord
With a five string
And percussion band.
My first memory is of a little, yellow house,
Just a few blocks away from the school playground.
I was only three or four, so whenever I’d go out
One of my older brothers would have to be around.
Soon, we moved to a huge house in another small town.
If I had to, I could rebuild that house from memory.
I think about those days when I’m feeling a little down
And people like my babysitters, Dena and Kathy.
I remember old-man Butch, who only had one eye,
And my best friend Chad who shared my birthday.
There was my brother’s friend Michael, who was a little bit shy.
And the twins, Doug and Jeff, were always ready to play.
She was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch,
and her preferred pro-noun to Z.
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
in the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I mean, not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew, bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
They are now dating.
Butch rode a huge powerful Harley.
His expression was always snarly,
A bully and a menace was he
Whenever Butch was in company,
He raised his fists that were big and gnarly.
I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch
and her preferred pro-noun to Z,
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
In the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I, mean not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
he’s now a right pussy
and their dating.
Wonder why it's the middle finger
A middle finger seems so offensive to me
Think it should have been named Butch
Or Milos or perhaps Tony
There's no mistaking middle finger though
Wouldn't be surprised if you wore a dress
Talk about a feminine name
No surprise if you carried a purse
Okay maybe I'm being a bit silly
Names don't dictate things these days
But Margaret doesn't sound macho either
What bout a plain middle finger what'd ya say
Another friend had to say good-bye
God had to take him- I don't know why
But now the angel sings
"George has got his wings"
There's no denying
His heart of gold he shared with everyone
If he had two hearts he would give you one
Even when he knew
That his time was due
And that he knew that he was dying
So long my friend, your soul was good
You've topped the charts of brotherhood
You've had to know
Before you'd go...
That you'd be flying
In dedication to a dear friend I have recently lost taken by Covid-19
George (Butch) Fink
R.I.P.
I know a dog called frank,
A Swedish Vallhund he is,
Though some think he is a mix Corgie and Husky,
He looks so sweet and he is,
Some dogs he sees he barks at allot,
Not sure if they are friendly or not,
They tend to stay away.
Frank has a jealous streak and will snap to show it,
He gets told off for that,
Frank is loving and cuddly but it to much when hot,
He absolutely hates water and mention a bath and he's off,
Frank has some quirks,
He wont poo unless walked,
Everyone knows his bark.
Franks mate is butch they get on really well,
Sometimes a sleep over they have,
I dont get allot of sleep,
Waking sometimes 5am ..... he needs a walk,
Frank is stubborn knows what he wants,
He is loving to get what he wants,
That's our frank
Butch and I saw the Stones at the 1969 Altamont Concert.
We had the time of our lives! We dropped acid and
did Quaaludes and snorted whatever was offered.
We were young and bullet proof that day.
We're senior citizens now but still rock.
We scored tickets to the Stones latest.
It was the time of our lives! We took
extra long naps and got ready.
Tie died house dress for me, and
Butch wore his leathers.
He complained that they rode up
in the back. I said lose weight.
We ate at our favorite joint
and got the early bird special.
We shared a glass of wine.
We can't mix our meds with booze.
On the drive to the stadium we
shared a medicinal joint for
our glaucoma. We parked in
handicapped and got our walkers.
We shuffled to the entrance and
Butch grabbed my ass. My man!
We got our seats and waited.
Mick Jagger shuffled onstage.
He had an oxygen tank but
seemed OK. The other Stones
followed and the crowd screamed
the best they could. A rattling gasp.
They performed 6 songs and said
that's all they had. Thanks for coming...
We took a Xanax to calm down
and shuffled home and dreamed.
B-ring
U-s
T-he
C-omplete
H-appiness
D-elivering
E-xcellent
C-ouplet
A-s
T-he
O-verflowing
R-apture
I-s
A-pplied
Topic: Birthday of poet Butch Decatoria (August 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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