Is it me? Is it real?
The feelings that I feel…
never seem to match
the world around me.
What if I’m lost in time,
wrapped up in some sublime
cosmic poet’s next attempt
at melancholy?
I don’t ever feel at home,
most times would rather be alone.
I’m broken, yeah I know
cuz I don’t change things.
Maybe I’m just out of place,
running long in the wrong race,
or maybe I’m no good
at understanding.
But what if the way I feel
though I’m told, “it isn’t real”,
is tied to something more
than what we see?
What if the lives we live
and the efforts that we give
are based upon a script
that’s cockamamie?
Then who’s right and who is wrong?
Guess I’ll simply play along
and do the best I can
with how I feel.
And I guess we’ll wait and see
how this all turns out to be,
when we finally learn…
just what is real.
Is it me? Is it real?
The feelings that I feel…
never seem to match
the world around me.
What if I’m lost in time,
wrapped up in some sublime
cosmic poet’s next attempt
at melancholy?
I don’t ever feel at home,
most times would rather be alone.
I’m broken, yeah I know
cuz I don’t change things.
Maybe I’m just out of place,
running long in the wrong race,
or maybe I’m no good
at understanding.
But what if the way I feel
though I’m told, “it isn’t real”,
is tied to something more
than what we see?
What if the lives we live
and the efforts that we give
are based upon a script
that’s cockamamie?
Then who’s right and who is wrong?
Guess I’ll simply play along
and do the best I can
with how I feel.
And I guess we’ll wait and see
how this all turns out to be,
when we finally learn…
just what is real.
We, occasionally, fall in love with the right person
With the perfect, the immaculate or the wrong one
We’re naturally numb
When we fall in love
We’re lamentably dumb
Regarding the emotions circling above
It is scandalous, harrowing and exasperating
When we fall in love with the wrong person
It is cockamamie, bizarre and disheartening
When we dive and die in a quaggy relationship
Taking is a chance is suicidal; it is a noxious hardship
To give up and gamble so much for an ingrate
For a sorry hypocrite who can only fork over a fatal fate
When we fall in love, we search for a superb union, fun
Peace, respect, affection, compatibility, and comprehension.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
BUTTERFLY IN TUTU
Butterfly in tutu, deliriously delusional, bright
with spangles, tapping her wings. All knew
she was cocky with glorified golden teeth.
She followed the cockamamie caterpillar
with his root-tootie-toot-toot flute. Thoughts
of mopping up this contest after that
creepy-crawly performance. Her tutu, in
and out, in and out. Her wings of grace
up and down, up and down impeccable.
but the Operettes were up next - they were stars!
Dusk dimmed butterfly’s oscaring, dark
and darker, the glare of stars fell. The iridescent
tutu turned black, she stubbed her wings,
she spun out and crashed, and the audience
laughed……………………instead of hiding
she took a bow
12/23/2021
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cockamamie and cockleburs —
spineless and spackled
hall of mirrors
2/12/2021
once upon a Time-
I knew a man who was a joker-
a funnyman a jester
a real buffoon
joking all the time
a wisecracking prankster
teasing and mocking everyone
a jester clown
he befuddled us with nonsense
always
even when it was a no-fun matter
a comedian
a comic actor
all the time
the cockamamie funnyman entertaining
with madness and insanity(I think)
his
constant ribbing
a comic mask meant to discombobulate
the jesting funnyman on
all
the
time with his gobbledygook
it got quite annoying to me(anyways)
because not everything in
Life is funny-
there is a time
and place for everything . . .
_________________________
August 7, 2017
Free Verse/The Man Who Thought He Was A Clown
Copyright Protected, ID 927634
n a life with many valleys
and a few mountaintops
Alvin has met many people
he thought were normal
and others he thought not.
If a man enjoys people
their stars shine in the sky
from different angles.
They are all wonderful,
Alvin tells everyone.
For years he's asked doctors
where on the Milky Way of
normal and abnormal
his star shines but no
doctor would ever say.
They don't want to be sued,
Alvin tells everyone.
A doctor he admired
told Alvin he was a star
betwixt and between
normal and not.
A cockamamie diagnosis,
Alvin tells everyone.
It was given to him by a man
with degrees all over his wall,
one of which on Alvin's last visit
he turned upside down and
security guards carried him
out of the office down three
flights of stairs while Alvin
yelped and waved his arms.
The guards did the right thing,
Alvin tells everyone, saying
I’m no star betwixt and between.
Donal Mahoney
Taking that spoon of medicine and watching a lot of werewolf movies lately,
oh no another full moon making me howl and act hirsute crazy,
my wife saying not tonight you animal I have a headache and stop acting so cockamamie!
12-17-16
I often write
What pops into my mind
And not what's in my heart
That explains
All the cockamamie rhymes
And most of the crazy parts
Three Pieces Of Advice
Let It Go
Life can be difficult and full of stress
Don’t sweat the small stuff, let it go
Most things will come out in the wash
It won’t matter when your six feet below…
Find A Passion In Life
Some days it’s hard to get up in the morning
But if you have something you love to do
Be it writing a poem or climbing a mountain
Your passions the ticket to carry you through….
Laugh
Life’s a lot more fun if you can manage a laugh
Hang around with friends that make you smile
There are some cockamamie situations in life
A sense of humor will carry you many a mile…..
1/14/16
Sandy ‘winds roars, deadly Sandy roar ashore
As the night darken, the people screams no more! No more!
You Ocean whore!
Along the broad walks Hurricane Sandy barreled towards land. ...
Ripping two beautiful little angels from their mother’s hand
Cockamamie dwellers, fled from their homes
The high winds were no match for fowl, beast or man
Sandy winds roars, Sandy roar ashore
Leaving tons of sand;
On the main land
Roof tops, the barbed wire, with sharped edges were defeated
Mortal men lost again to winds of fate.
Sandy winds’ roars, she whistles; she roars ashore.
The long summer of 2012 became a dream
While our footprints fade in the sand
Our hearts ripped apart
We prayed in the dark. : For calm and peace
Everywhere she went it was darkness
Our hearts ripped apart
We prayed in the dark. : For calm and peace
Please, please! Sandy spared us please.
Little lavender lumps of lollipops
poke platinum pumpernickel
and pea-green pomegranates
with a bright blue tomato touching
the pink pineapples painted
on a double-drawered dresser,
creating cockamamie cravings
for fire flaming red ice cream
on a checkered coconut cone
with winter white watermelon
juice just to wash it down!
Perhaps, then again, azure artichokes
found floating in a fountain
of turquoise turnips turns you on,
or variegated violet zucchini might
melt your many organic orange peas.
Pass the peas, please ...
Whatchoo in the mood for?
Whatchoo gonna do with that
crisp chocolate coated
french fried butter battered bagel by
that coal black glass of moo?
huh ... huh?
Whatcha gonna do?
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