Sitting in a diner booth
Is cozy and inviting.
To me, such places are, in truth,
The tables most delighting.
When offered booth or table,
There’s no contest; I will choose
A booth which will enable
Me to chill out and enthuse.
At dinner, I like atmosphere
And candlelight and chairs,
A place to sip an ice-cold beer
And wait while food prepares.
Yet for breakfast or a lunchtime meal,
My preference tends to be
A diner with the main appeal
Of booths for friends and me.
My husband likes a table most
But will not raise his voice
When we end up in, you might have guessed,
A booth. (He has no choice!)
On Strike On The Dock
I didn’t have time today.
I was shopping very late.
People went on Strike.
Run for your lives.
Let's raid the grocery stores.
They bought up all of the toilet paper.
Let’s just panic.
Wemight run out of ass wipes.
O’ my.
Just trying to survive.
Raid the dollar store.
At gunpoint, that's my toilet paper roll.
This is madness.
How long will this last?
Everyone needs to chill out.
I guess we ran out of paper towels too
in a world of make believe
of people hooked on games
and scenarios seen on screens
people have become expendable
everyone is now jaded
content in their isolation
closing in onto themselves
with a growing distaste for socializing
we've become cynical and antisocial
friendship no longer a commodity
we smile and nod without oversharing
not letting anyone into our bubble
time is a factor we refuse to squander
we ration it in order to survive
to manage our stressful life
valuing our down time
we prefer to chill out and be alone
than to spend time with others
we're frugal with our energy
we don't invest in our relationships
sadly we’ve forgotten how valuable
rare true friends can really be
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I love the cold as I lay beneath my
feather doodah, or chill-out
in my warm down-filled wind cheater.
I love to run through fields of ice and snow
with steam expelling from my mouth
with every each puff and breath.
I love to sip the steamy warm soup
with the cup warming my frigid lips.
For everyday I stave off
the cold embrace of death,
threatening to engulf me.
If I stop trying
and my energy fails,
my warmth will succumb
To the call of the cold,
forever wanting me to relent
and give up.
For to stay alive,
I must burn the food I eat and digest,
bask in the sunshine, sit by the fire,
to keep warm against the chill,
forever sucking heat from me.
The shrill chill encompasses me
with the cold embrace of death.
ode to Hoopoes
Must be a bird, to fathom a prodigy
Mundane eyes do not often look up, high up to find any silhouettes anymore.
They do not often chill out with the loneliest kite
Soaring high with the tilted sun, a day is touched in deep around the eve
After Nemo is served, you may strum along your new thriller, blessed by Steve.
Any chapter that travels with you, sits there for a while
keeps you warm underneath the blanket, to fix a slip, meanwhile.
The year just started;
Yet, it is almost over.
Today is the second day of the year;
Yet, it is with anger,
Fear, impatience, and horror
That we want another year
To show up at our door.
Give ourselves a chance.
Before we dance,
Let's pray first,
And stop the frivolous lust.
Let's quench our thirst,
So we can enjoy the party,
And be more relaxed and happy.
What's wrong with human beings?
We refuse to take it slow. Things
Should not be happening like that.
Of course, we're going to be fat,
And ugly, if we're not being careful.
'Cause we gobble everything down in full
Force, like gluttons, like fools in the pool.
Take things easy, little by little,
Step by step, stop being frugal.
A year just ended;
Yet, it is with anger,
Fear, impatience, and horror
That we want another one to start;
Please chill out and have a heart.
Copyright © January 2017 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Should I write a poem about Halloween,
full of psychological horrors and gruesome things?
Like deep romantic wounds getting infected,
herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected?
I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses
or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses.
I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism.
gasp What caused that creek in the floor?!
Who’s that banging on the door?
Is that blood on that rag?
Is there a body in that bag?
Is that your husband in drag!?
Relax, have fun, chill-out,
Oh, better get a bowl of candy out.
Happy Halloween!
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Songs for this:
Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
I Killed You by Tyler, The Creator
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*Merriam Webster: Syncretism: combining different forms of belief
If it is not watered with love passion, responsibility,
Humor, sensuality, fun, trust, respect and loyalty,
Petal by petal, and leaf by leaf it is bound to die,
Too late, too late to cry.
Treasure each other, as you would a vintage wine,
Chill out, enjoy a romantic restaurant and dine,
Hold hands and look into each other’s eyes,
In summer, choose a table under star studded skies.
Respect is an absolute dire necessity,
Learn together to face life with its every adversity,
And disagree maybe but talk everything through,
And count your blessings that are far more than few.
Never go to bed angry with each other,
This is your husband or wife, your lifetime lover,
For you will wake up in the same frame of mind,
And perhaps this is not being understanding or kind.
Be proud of your partner you vowed to love forever,
Let no one come between you, make life an adventure,
Say ‘I love you' at least three times in a day,
Have no secrets, life will be happy in every possible way.
POTD 14/10/24
Coffee in morning
Listening to the news unfold
None stop gloom and doom
Soon, all too soon
The dismal news overwhelms
Must shut it down soon
In the afternoon
I listen to the blues playing
Just need to chill out
As the sun starts to set
I open a bottle of red wine
with the love of my life.
Autumn echoes slowly fade
As Winter footsteps are seen
Natures spirit tamely sleeps.
Brisk wind whined as the magic
Of the feathery snow spins,
Home warm walls keep day chill out.
Sun's outstretch scattered bright rays,
Blending orange-red streaks clouds
Poise over blue free heaven.
Kids dressed warm with wet mittens,
Looking proud of their snowman
With carrot nose and twig-arms.
1/6/2024
When you suffer…
some days, some months,
and especially the holidays, the only thing
that offers relief is being under a blanket
in the fetal position.
those times, you
hide from the world, because no one
gets you. They think you are normal,
you’re not. You are splitting apart on the inside.
as you sink more and more into aloneness,
they pass judgement on your actions.
they say insensitive things
like; chill out, take a pill, see a
shrink or they distance themselves.
they think you’re out of character,
they don’t know there is a struggle
going on inside of you, a real struggle
where tears flow and make puddles in
your soul… and nothing works; no Hail Marys,
no affirmations, no nothing.
you wait for an episode
to pass to get relief, that’s if you are
lucky, cuz for some, relief doesn’t come.
you see the severely affected on the streets
far gone, listening to the voices in their heads,
sometimes succumbing to them. It’s a
daily struggle that only those feeling
the ache knows. Give a care.
Oh awesome, sweet garden, how happy you make me,
When I have breakfast on our patio and absorb you with glee,
Mid-morning comes in a flash with a fleeting cup of coffee,
Then lunch, have a quick sandwich amidst the glory,
And aroma of jasmine and basil and lavender galore,
Roses of any and every color you could imagine and more,
Sunflowers, Geckos and pretty butterflies beckon me,
To tea for two and two for tea, my mothers favorite song,
Sung by Doris Day, a century ago,
But still have a few phone calls to make, the day has been long.
Finally, dinner under a full moon, the rosemary smells
Divine, our own mint in a jug of water, with lemon
Kindly supplied, need they know, by two trees in our estate
followed by hubby pouring the wine,
As we chill out and dine,
On a delicious kleftiko meal.
Replete, say goodnight to my garden, small and romantic
And so delightfully aromatic,
What a breathtaking tranquil sight, our place, our space.
Life is about learning to carry our load
And weaving the threads of our path
For, the world is so profound and broad
And we can't build a glory out of wrath
We must learn to be still and chill out
For, in comfort, fairly well, we can think
And to wipe all the shadows of doubt
For, success lies afar from those who blink
We must learn to take charge of our own
Without blaming others for our wrong
We must learn to hone hard our stone
And choose wise where we really belong
"What we really need to learn as humans is to take responsibility for ourselves."
A white frosty morning
With a highly humid atmosphere
Fresh and clean breeze
Cascades down the mountain
Dews relax on surfaces
Fog arrests the beauty
Of the high and low lands
Furs bow in uniqueness
Stuffed cloak re-assigned
My days are now short
And temperature very low.
I am losing myself
When do I get to feel warmth ?
Do daytime always come with heat ?
I waited in anticipation
With high stake expectations
For my wish to come to pass
And then the silent cold environment
Whispered to me
"Chill out, it's winter"
Unspoken words on my thoughts
As moon hidden behind the clouds
Unable to spectate wholly
But penetrates as chill out.
One day of silence channeled years of bondage.
Smile of your lips, always I yearned for.
Voice echoes deep waterfall, smells a fresh bloomed flower,
You don’t need make over
You are already a naked beauty.
Not on vulgarity but on true beauteous and gentleness.
So what are you waiting for?
Do what you wanna do!
Go where you wanna go!
Freedom is yours,
Wollstone might’ve forget something
But you are here,
Go , my darling liberate thyself with love and grace.
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