Don't need clues
Who lit the fuse
Of Soho's Blues
No old codgers
No bother bodgers
No dodgy lodgers
Just Oisin Rogers
And tax dodgers
Want it to be bland
Class not brass band
Just like the Strand
But any proper city
Needs a bit of shi*ty
Can't be too pretty
Needs a bit of gritty
So would be a pity
Don't throw in the towel
The midnight howl
Needs cheek by jowl
Seeds a bit of foul
Feeds owl on the prowl
So don't let it be panned
Our cult adult wonderland
That is the Soho brand
Here in Canada, it is no misreport
to say that ice hockey is our national sport,
but over the last number of years it would certainly seem
that a "summer sport" applies to our favourite team.
A game actually played in spring, summer and fall,
it's an import, "America's Pastime", I'm talkin' 'bout baseball!
And the team that inspires so much loyalty and praise
in this country is, of course, the Toronto Blue Jays!
Canada is a nation of great contrast and variety,
a mosaic, not a melting pot, of ethnic diversity.
But if there's anything that can unite us
(I'm so delighted to report),
it's the fortunes of a team in a much-loved sport.
Here, the Jays have a following across this big land,
from the high western mountains to the wide eastern strand.
No other team in baseball can make this claim;
not the damn Yankees or Dodgers with all of their fame.
So if you visit Canada, just so you know...
you'll be in Blue Jays country. Go Jays Go!!!
The draft-dodgers who fled and even more
Deserters who abandoned their posts
These are the real heroes of war
They’ve paid their personal costs
Their names will never be known
No obelisks will be erected
Their very existence will be forlorn
Otherwise scorned and rejected
They knew they would be slandered
But by saving their own lives,
They gave the answer to their offenders
Let’s flee, despite of being despised
It’s a senseless slaughter for false ideals
Of politicians with high morality
To whom people’s lives aren’t a big deal
Who dream about their own immortality
Let their faithful armchair analysts snap
They never fight wars only talk a lot
Patriotism fits well with a nap
One snore away from the hot spot.
Static annoys. Purity brings joys.
Chances of clarity may increase
with the application of elbow grease.
I remember that fuzzy TV screen,
and adjusting rabbit years (oldsters know what I mean).
The Dodgers on the radio was bliss
when I tuned out the crackle and hiss.
Even a scientist, by noise, is drowned
till he cleans his data, and finds truth, profound.
Eva Cassidy sings a note so pure
it penetrates the soul for sure.
Love is not mysterious or obscure,
When it's true, it's the heart's cure.
The truth is what I want to hear.
Tell me what's on your mind, my dear.
A man and woman meet a pup.
They look down and he looks up.
It’s love at first sight, they all feel the same.
Now it’s time to think of a name.
Two weeks later, a brand new home.
Things to chew and space to roam
And after running here and there,
He lays down under the garden chair.
A year goes by and baby makes four.
Little puppy’s not so sure.
So while they tend to baby boy,
Jealous doggy steals a toy.
A truce is called and friendship starts.
A meeting of two gentle hearts.
Boy in highchair, dog underneath
Stealing food despite no teeth.
Walks with buggies in the park,
Round the houses in the dark
School run, seafront, through the wood
‘Stop that barking, please be good’
Moving on and moving home
Two kindred dodgers of the comb
Boy walks dog. Dog walks boy
Running back and full of joy.
The boy grows up, the dog gets slow
And even though it’s hard to know
It’s like he says ‘This time’s for you,
You go on, I can’t come too’
Now hearts are broke but one’s at rest
The furry boy we loved the best
Bring back the bark and the claws on the ground
The absence of dog is an awful sound
The New York Public Library’s
A lovely place to visit.
The main branch Beaux-Arts building
Is a landmark most exquisite.
In addition to its majesty,
Exhibits are displayed,
Which New Yorkers rarely think about
When plans are being made.
I don’t know why, for there are treasures
Waiting to be viewed.
In one case, there was Pooh Bear,
Where most children’s eyes were glued.
Charles Dickens’ writing table
And his calendar and chair,
Plus a baseball signed by Brooklyn Dodgers
All are set up there.
A special exhibition
Was the draw that lured us in,
Celebrating the New Yorker
And its hundred year-old spin.
And one final must-go reason –
There’s a gift shop worth a look.
You can spend the day enjoying all
And never touch a book.
I think I must be mentally sick.
I look into my psyche - ick,
to think I would even pick
the Dodgers to win in four.
Yamamoto's pitching. It's in the bag,
The Dodgers will win a pennant flag.
Of course, they'll win. How can they not?
The answer, friend, is Tanner Scott.
Though they fell into an abyss,
I don't think it's the apocalypse.
So, nevertheless and all the same,
I'll watch today's Dodgers game.
inside of twenty takes
dirty filled frames
no resolution
to me the family
that a ugly
call me
cat purrs on approach
welcome spat
too literal
gotta reclamation
eye's cried so much relief
brushes is dusty clean
practice strokes at the gentleman's table
romanticism, adjatate, harpsichords
classified and credentialed
white ink's a tank thinking
'I remember", "he"
distract the trap, autumns born
waves of green mustard gas
country come plains, it's not your first mistake
chains on protest for poverty effort
2am production prints
beggars, dodgers, i aint your draft calling
pre screened and bread
my land by sea
indoors, know hoe
get to work, beach gone
pushing, yeah who's double checked
out of decks, on paper
iliterations an postulates
hot boxes of brake dust
crescent shaped credit creased
basic design, irish blazee, defend
de speak
Dodgers in five. Yankee fans weep.
Four times Freddie Freeman went deep.
We hope to see you here
again, this time next year.
Duke and Mickey go back to sleep.
When you hear a voice in the wilderness
That's tempting you in hours of loneliness
Remember the strength that was shown by Christ
In the desert those forty days and nights.
Demons are alert when you're at your worst
They'll come along when you hunger or thirst
When you feel that life is losing sparkle
They quickly jump in, dodgers are artful.
Rogues are charmers who appear day or night
And we are tempted when a demon strikes
We're only human and induce mistakes
Throughout life's journey goodness is at stake.
Coming along with evil will at heart
Their aim is for fine folk to fall apart
Devils in disguise is what demons are
Feeding off the meek alone when it’s dark.
We’re all aware who the evil beast is
So why do some find it hard to resist
Refuse and stay strong, be thou not a fool
For fools rush in and forget all God's rules.
When you hear a voice and there’s no one near
Pray to God and He’ll allay all your fear.
An estimated 75,000 immigrants live in Los Angeles,
All transplants from Mexico,
No, they’re not who you think.
They stand in rows along the famous LA streets,
A promotional idea of real estate developers.
No more native than the Dodgers baseball team.
The idea came from the French Riviera
Where these palm trees were also transplanted
And intended to portray glitz and glamour.
Symbols of the “City of Angels”,
You will see them in many films shot there
By directors, actors, and studio executives.
Many of them were immigrants too.
Yes, I will certainly vote
But I won’t vote for liars
I will not vote for backstabbers
I will not vote for dictators
I will not vote for traitors
I will not vote for murderers
I will not vote for bad politicians
I will not vote for magicians
I will not vote for fake Christians
I will not vote for draft dodgers
I will not vote for gangsters
I will not vote for bluffers
I will not vote for pirates
I will not vote for any inmates
I will not vote for tyrants
I will not vote for corrupt giants
Yes, I will definitely vote
I will vote today for truth tellers
I will vote for no mother flowers.
Copyright © November 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Where are my old white corsets
Right next to your candy cigarettes
Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit'
Oh, and I can't seem to find my orange Pez dispenser
I threw it out. They've proved that Pez causes cancer
By the way, have you seen the Sunday funnies
They're a no-go, ever since they canceled 'Pogo'
You know I've got two tickets for the Brooklyn Dodgers
Ha, ha, ha! Even Sandy Koufax is just an old codger
Then I'm going cruising in my new Studebaker
--with that benchwarmer from the Minneapolis Lakers?
Before I forget, don't throw away my bottle of royal blue ink
Ball point pens been around since '38, sister, even in pink
So you shan't think me old-fashioned, I just bought a brand-new TV!
-Yeah, a nine-inch black-and-white with vacuum tubes that smile at me
But I paid for it with five million Wheaties box tops!
That's crazy... I think I'll start collecting used lemon drops...
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