Balancing accounts, still my most hated chore,
Invoices piling higher than ever before.
Lists of too many charges haunt me today,
Lamenting the weight of each bill to pay.
Categories:
charges, imagery, money,
Form: Name
If you are surrounded by criminals
It is very likely that you've become a criminal
Criminals are like worms in a rotten fish
No matter how thorough you wash the dishes
The stench remains; the stink is unbelievable
Corruption and money are part of the mess
Nepotism is at the heart of the financial chaos
Criminals belong not in Congress
Not in the Senate, but in filthy jail
Of course not in the Parliament of some poor countries
Many politicians are fishy liars who're heading to hell
Criminals are as sneaky as rodents hiding in the vanities.
Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
charges, abuse, america, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
The great spirits began to dance their thanksgiving song
Grandmother Forest watched with pride and thoughtfulness
Auntie Running Bear had formed Brother Fire, and was seeking
Truth from her nephews’ spirit animals.
Wise Owl was there, summoning his power animal.
Hooting in the trees verified he had reached his inner truths.
Sly Fox was trying his best to concentrate, but he was distracted.
Irritated that Wise Owl’s spirit guide was verifying his presence.
This is not a competition, Auntie Running Bear cautioned her charges.
Communing with your spirit guides is something we do individually.
They come in their own time; know they are here, to be summoned.
Creeping turtle felt her spirit animal’s presence, for she was clairsentient.
What if we feel she is here, but we cannot see her?
You have reached a Nirvana that the medicine woman cannot dispute.
Grandmother Forest watched and listened in fascination.
Thrilled she knew how to hoot like an owl. What sound does a turtle make?
Categories:
charges, native american,
Form: Prose Poetry
Seventy degrees in Canada in October
You'd think I've been drinking but I'm totally sober
Take it while we can
Cold weather's soon at hand
Enjoy! Enjoy! This sure charges one's motor
Categories:
charges, appreciation,
Form: Limerick
There is something running deep
In my soul, I just can't keep
Tightly bottled up no more
It is tearing up the core
Of my whole hearted existence
Playing with the full resistance
Of the strings about to snap
When our sweet hearts overlap
Into one big loving touch
I can never get enough
This safety bubble I am in
When our worlds collide again
Exploding with intensity
Like fireworks for all to see
Colored sparks of pure devotion
Everyday you put in motion
When I'm near you, I am charged
With a fire warm and large
You set off inside my thumping
Heart with every introduction
Of love we say every hour
There is no end to the power
Given with every touch
I love you so very much
Categories:
charges, firework, happy, joy, love,
Form: Rhyme
Seventy degrees in Canada in October
Think I've been drinking but I'm totally sober
Take it while we can
Cold weather's soon at hand
Enjoy! Enjoy! This sure charges one's motor
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
charges, autumn, weather,
Form: Limerick