She was a diva, diabolical, destroyer of mirth
Maneuvering her way into men’s hearts
She had sexy, chic, classy cunning ways
Categories:
classy, woman,
Form: Free verse
Removing the 'u' from 'Aussie' pares its chassis down to a 'chassie' ...
Categories:
classy, car, giggle, word play,
Form: Monoku
Kathy’s Christmas cards were exquisite and legendary.
Expensive.
Classy.
Pop up cards with glitter.
Santa’s workshop, Christmas angel, Jesus in the manger.
Her envelope included a family logo.
Elegance most of us could never pull off.
She does it with grace.
Categories:
classy, christmas,
Form: Free verse
Today was the first day of class.
You should have seen all the people.
Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must
have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch
flat tire changings and car wrecks.
Some were carrying maps - freshmen.
Like student drivers they clogged the paths,
drawing a few looks.
They gaggle together like geese,
Jeeezus - shut UP and get ON with it, freshies! I thought.
Not ungenerously - I remember being lost - back in the day.
I have class, myself - in both the intrinsic sense - of style -
and in the “research for credit” ‘check in on the first day,’ kind.
Still, we’re parading, and I’ve always loved parades.
My one regret is that there are no mimes or elephants.
ok.. poetry..
Stress is somewhere in my propinquity.
See, it’s known to stalk this vicinity.
I’m not a freshman, so it hasn’t struck yet,
but when it does, and it will, you can bet,
that initially, it will shake my tranquility
and end our start-of-year festivities.
It will creepily creep, destroying my sleep,
until I prove my scholastic resiliency.
.
.
Songs for this:
Violently Happy by Björk
Schoolin' Life by Beyoncé
Categories:
classy, autumn, humor, paradise, school,
Form: Free verse
I put hot pink pajamas on my cat Scat.
She twists her tail, for she knows where she’s at
A sassy, brassy, classy, ritzy, ditzy, diamond cat.
worth all the trouble, said my cousin Pat.
For she is smug and self-assured, a joyful cat.
I hear her coming now, with her pitter pat.
Dressed in her fancy pajamas, my cat, Scat.
Uh-oh, I think what she is carrying is a live rat!
Categories:
classy, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
There is a classy duck with yellow shades.
He dances with quivering quaking shoulder blades.
We saw him down by the everglades.
I wonder if he would take some trades?
Categories:
classy, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Classy Zebra Queen with her dancing feet
She twirls and whirls and does a tango so sweet!
We love watching her stripes as they parade around.
Her hooves make an utterly beautiful sound!
Classy Zebra Queen you are one to watch.
Your dances take dancing up more than a notch.
Your moves are delicious, your twirling is sweet.
We surely do love your darling dancing feet!
Categories:
classy, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
A real wife
Is the other half
The spouse
Of the big or small house
The Queen
Of the household
She’s devoted, beautiful and bold
Voguish, magnanimous and lean.
A real wife
Is the life
Of the relationship
The most precious chip
Of the marriage
She’s sacchariferous, serene and sage
Delightful, classy and bold
Yes, she’s the Queen of the household.
A real wife
Is the mother of humanity
She’s is the life
Of the party
And the better half
Of our society.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
classy, beauty, blessing, care, cute
Form: Rhyme
She has desirable class
men, attention drawn, as she pass
She has a soothing personality
that expresses her abilty
Her beauty captivates
her mind meditates
So graceful and laid back
always in control, that's a fact
She's as pristine, as a pearl
found around the world
Witty and smart
with a very good heart
She has a love of many things
that don't include a wedding ring
Marriage is not her goal
but the woman got soul
She has desirable class
men, attention drawn, as she pass
She has a soothing personality
that expresses her ability
Categories:
classy, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
The black colour
Though a shadow of fear
An eclipse of the sun or the moon
A darkness of unknown and waiting danger
A mourning atmosphere
As bad luck as the crow
Figuratively they are and of no choice
But dresses in black may look tidy and fresh
Classy and elegant
Documents in black and white
May be a credential to dignity
And a contribution to its innocence and pride
And thus it goes
To every cloud there is a silver lining
Categories:
classy, color, fear, identity,
Form: Free verse
I dream of you coming close to me making my motor
accelerate, you see, it fuels the fire that lingers.
Using your sexy sensual fingers, you slide your key
to unlock my sweet door, opening knocking you of your feet.
Captivated by my classy beauty and now obsolete, you slip in,
slump into my leather seat warming me up with your cheeks.
You find me physically ravishing, savoring my steering wheel and gear-stick
as you gently caress me lovingly. In utter temptation you thrust the key
into my ignition, depressing with your left foot on my clutch moving
my gear-stick out of gear before starting, pressing firmly on the
brake and clutch pedals to allure me to start and purr.
Before you back out, you can't help, but grab my mirror
to see how Foxy, you look behind my wheel.
11/9/2019
Poetry Contest: Metaphor Of Love
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Categories:
classy, car,
Form: Personification
She’s a pretty little lady
with a polka-dotted dress;
sometimes her mood is yellow
other times, brown or red.
Scientists call her Cleopatra,
of the Coccinellidae race;
Her top wings are elytra
protecting those below their space.
A family member of the Beetles,
no, not the ones who sing their songs;
the insects family of beetles,
is that to which, she belongs.
A gentle friend to farmers,
with whom, children love to play;
and a friend of natural gardeners,
garden’s are where she prefers to stay.
Her favorite meal is aphids,
tiny irritating things;
destroying crops and veggies,
that Mother Nature brings.
She’s a classy little lady,
just lovely to her core;
her mates and her, diurnal,
you’ve met them all before.
We’ve played with them as children
and they crawled around our hands;
though they are cold-blooded,
winter’s harsh for them to withstand.
Like tiny kittens, they all
gather to hibernate, during
Old Man Winter’s raging call;
these creatures so alluring.
8-25-2021
A Brian Strand rime me' Contest Info
Brian Strand
Categories:
classy, animal, appreciation, insect, nature,
Form: Rhyme
L ooked to help this brand-new poet**
I nterested in his every write
N ever too busy to comment
E ncouraged him by day and by night...
G rew a veritable garden of friends
A s she expanded her own horizons
U plifting are the poems she's penned...
T oday, this wonderful woman and wife's
H usband is battling for his very life
I t's incumbent upon us now to
E ncourage, to support this classy lady:
R each out with your love; it's the least we can do
** and so many others
Categories:
classy, appreciation, love, poetess, tribute,
Form: Name
Matched clothes are classy when topped with a hat and gloves.
I prefer them to contrast however.
Red dress, navy accessories. Orange dress, blue accessories.
I am particular about them
which is silly since I never wear a dress.
Loving your children is classy, kissing them hello even classier.
Taking vacation with the neighbors is not classy.
After the second day you are not speaking
and you lose their friendship entirely
if you try to share expenses for a week.
Being kind to animals is classy.
Not only cats and dogs, but zoo animals.
Taunting them through the bars is not classy.
You deserve the taste of gorilla in your mouth
When he gets mad and throws his feces at you.
Categories:
classy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
In matters of paintings
and choice of food,
your taste and mine are
just as good.
Picasso, Da Vinci,
spicy taco, broccoli
To each his own,
to each his mood.
No one's chic or
classy, gross or crude!
Categories:
classy, character,
Form: Tail-rhyme
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