Last Christmas the dishwasher broke down
The flooded out kitchen sure made me frown
Oh how I cussed, my mouth I couldn’t zip
That old machine got dumped on the tip!
We didn’t replace the broken machine
But need crockery to be sparkling clean
Now my dishwasher is busy at work
It’s relentless, this chore it won’t shirk
A tidy kitchen is just one of my wishes
So my husband hand washes the dishes
I’m just delighted by this Domestic bliss
The dishes are done I give hubby a kiss!
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a kaiser
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I have been through the fires, melted by it’s flame,
yelled at, cussed out, then to get the blame.
Walking here on earth, is like walking through hell,
as we wanna ring, one another’s bell.
We know it’s all to common, those emotions they can be,
we put each other through the fires, every day you see.
Loaded down with burdens, do we really care,
or is it more about the fires, in which we live to share.
Those who play with fire, they have a smell of smoke,
as they walk by, we seem to take a toke.
All we do is destroy, in this very way,
death, hell and destruction, in our path does lay.
If you think this life is hell, I have news for you,
stop turn around, do the opposite, of what you daily do.
Give love and forgiveness, instead, of the fire you see,
see how easy, that can truly be.
Not many will survive this, they will go back to what they know,
and once again, they let their fires grow.
Words rule the world, they make it go around,
in Gods children, that fire won’t be found.
Sometimes now then I feel a touch,
Of one I have betrayed and cussed,
At first I truly loved him much,
But when going got rough I sold my soul,
Of wishing for an older role,
Before I fought the fight of faith,
And started running repentance race,
Sometimes now and then I feel a touch,
Of one who I have hated much,
But every time he touches me,
My eyes are free to see glory,
That drips from the man who died for me,
And then I know that this won't last,
This season of testing and longing for past,
And in that moment hope is my gas,
To embrace my savior at his repast,
And these tears that I cry are just a sign,
That my love may waiver but I have his for all time!!!!
Jamie cussed the weather,
there was black ice on the road outside,
she told her husband
"If it doesn't get better
We're gonna freeze to death tonight"
The wind was howling louder than she'd
ever heard in her life, as if trying to mock her,
& that frostiness sliced like a knife
Her husband went to bring in some fresh firewood, they sparked it up and soon the warmth was feeling oh,so good
She said "Thank you for going out, and doing that for me"
Her husband said, "You know I've always got your back, I'll do anything you need."
By: J.N.R Dutton
We went to Florida, as Al's friend was living in Florida, and he asked us to come down
there. We packed up and moved down there. When we arrived there; Al got a job
with his friend working for a trucking company. His friend told his boss that I cussed
right in front of him, to upset my husband, Al.
We were at his friend's house and his friend told my husband to make him at me so
that he leave me there at his house. He already had sex with his wife but Al didn't
leave me there; so his friend could also have sex with me. Al didn't listen and wanted
to take me home.
On our way home, he started calling me bad names. I raised my hand, to stop him
from calling me bad names. He stopped the car and started beating with his fists
on the floor boards of the car. When we arrived home, he made me stay inside the
car and sent the babysitter home.
He yanked me out of the car and threw me into the bathtub.
03/13/24
A man in a terrible dither
was yelling both hither and thither.
He cursed all his brothers
his sisters and others
and then cussed his father an mither.
I always hear the sound of guitars strumming
harmonica music and cowboys humming
when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face
Whenever I look at a summer night sky
or hear the sound of a coyote's lonesome cry
it always takes me back to that peaceful place
Where men who did not care where they spit or cussed
with wrinkled leather faces covered in dust
would gather around the glowing campfire light
Singing those songs about how life used to be
when cowboys on the range were peaceful and free
until the day’s work tucked us in for the night
We’d rise up each day even before it was dawn
throw on a hat, a shirt, and shove our boots on
ride out to the herd to meet the rising day
It may not have been a fancy life that’s true
seems we always had a million chores to do
but this old cowboy still dreams of living that way
I’ve run long and hard down this trail we call life
it’s been filled with heartache and been filled with strife
I've taken some things with my gun, fist and knife
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
Sometimes I've flirted with a filly or two
there have been times when I chased a drink or two
I sometimes didn’t do what I said I’d do
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
I have gambled away a paycheck or two
I've told some white lies but never one to you
Have I hidden cards? Maybe more than a few
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
I have cussed like a sailor on Friday night
Never was accused of being too polite
Had a hard time telling what's wrong and what's right
But I swear, I've always been faithful to you
Now I’m near the end of this dusty old trail
I’ve tried to make you proud but I’ve always failed
You needed the sun but I’ve forever paled
But I swear I’ve always been faithful to you
Now I have lost the trail in this setting sun
You deserved a good man but I wasn't one
I hope you'll find what you need after I'm gone
Remember, I've always been faithful to you
It's pretty fast
unless you are balloon or a feather,
speedy, especially if you are drugged up on painkillers
and have imbibed a few glasses of Pinot Noir
then gravity is faster than a classic corvette
stuffed full of classified documents.
Otherwise it's hard to measure
but in my case
it's about 5'11" and flapping.
I may resemble a lead balloon at such times,
but I'm okay.
if i were an astronaut adrift in space
I would be orbiting my own brain
wondering
what the hell Einstein meant.
Back on earth I am kissing carpet.
I just can't do the gravity-math,
but when the floor hit my face
I cussed-out all modern day physicists
and their impossibly confusing theories.
I am taking 'Red Bull' today, straight from the can
and hope to be lighter than air
any time soon.
When my uncle bought me a gift, it was something I had to bury.
When I opened his Christmas present, I received a dead canary.
He put it in a cage and wrapped it on the first day of December.
Feeding and watering it was what the idiot failed to remember.
Cussing and yelling was what my neighbors heard.
When I receive a present, I don't want a dead bird.
When I yelled and cussed, my uncle said that I wasn't showing gratitude.
But when I receive a dead pet for a present, it tends to put me in a bad mood.
My uncle is so dumb that I'm ashamed to admit that we're related.
He was actually surprised when his present was something I hated.
My uncle would win the Nobel Prize if the prize could be for people who are dumb.
He actually suggested that I take the dead bird to the pet store and ask for a refund.
When it comes to dealing with my uncle, my patience is wearing thin.
And I don't ever want to receive a Christmas present from him again.
mute ‘triloquist
and talking mime
went on a date
for the first time
he threw her voice
under the bus
you should have watched
the way she cussed
she shut him down
with signs that hurt
when slipped his hand
beneath her shirt
but then he gave
her new white gloves
and pantomimed
undying love
now she’s his doll
he needs no strings
unloosed his tongue
and now he sings
On plane,
Check brain
Long flight
Daylight
Seat back,
Knees smack
Could fume,
No room
No good,
Just could
Dumb mask
Don’t ask
Food lacks,
No snacks
Bad free
Coffee
Stretch aisle
A while
Eyes close,
Short doze
The heck?
Jerk neck
Small pool
Of drool
Near end
Descend
Rough ride,
Gut tied
Bad bumps
Gut jumps
Land, quick!
Feel sick
Not yet,
Cold sweat
Nose down
Cheers round
Plane land,
That’s grand!
Still grieve,
No leave
Well, bull!
Gate full
Must wait,
Be late
Deplane
In rain
Mad dash
Too rash
Steps wet
Upset
Bust it
Cussed it
Alright,
Next flight
Run toward
Flight board
Oh, cram!
Hop tram
No fun,
Hertz run
OJ
Today
(Run fab,
Not stab)
In time!
End rhyme
There's few people that are irreplaceable in this lifetime/ It don't matter if they've cussed you out or committed a crime/ It don't matter good or bad/ right or wrong/ you could see em every week/ or not even a whole decade long/ but that person does something to you when they're around/ they have that certain aura that lets you know they are down/ they always get your praise/ I'm talking love and respect/ they do whatever's needed/ even if it means keeping you in check/ their good heart and good vibe can brighten up your day/ Irreplaceable is just another word for Lashay/ And Ms. Dorsey just seeing your strength is wild/ Nobody in this lifetime should have to bury their child/ 35 years old/ beautiful/ with three daughters just the same/ All of us have been burnt before/ but very few have been put through the flame
A Flash of Life
If today on this earth came my last final breath
and a flash was delivered, of my life before death.
What memories would I see and what sounds would I hear?
Would they be when I smiled, or when I cried out in fear?
I guess I might see some snow on the ground,
or even a tree with lights strung all around.
Maybe back to first grade and think life was unfair.
My first day of school without my dear mother there.
Maybe I would see my first day on the farm,
when I got lost in the woods and Dad saved me from harm.
I hope I could hear the birds sing in the sky,
but not when my dad cried, when he watched his wife die.
I’d have to watch Mom and Dad, suffer from cancer once more.
That time I cussed at Mom, then saw Dad from the floor.
I guess I’d hope for a flash that would keep my eyes dry.
I have so many memories that would just make me cry.
11/25/21
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