often smile back at me,
but not at Whole Foods,
where scowling shoppers
are on a mission of health,
come hell or high water
Apparently, a bowl full of kale
makes the world go round
for the striving less than happy hunters,
the cranky customers
in Lulu Lemon
No time for pleasantries
while chasing white rabbits
"The hurrier I go, the behinder I get"
Just too much money,
under-loved lives,
and too many leftovers
Either way,
I relish in the wind
making music for me
It is in the trees,
mimicking waves
like the long grass
that Glenn Close
('Sarah, Plain and Tall')
describes, coloring my soul
in every shade of connection:
"The land here rolls a little like the sea
and when the wind ripples over the grass
it looks just like the wind
on the sea"
In 'Phenomenon'
John Travolta sways in rhythm
with the longer living trees,
reminding me of continuity
"Everything is on its way
to somewhere"
Hey..' I'm gonna tell ya bout an Aussie gurl
That sheila called Iyah..Who's pummeling
Out hell.' she used a throw away
camera and made (that song; karma-geddon) wow
She sings it out strong, i swear old
satan is quaking..Cause she also found God and
Like a billion followers.? Now with the
Truth she's sure shod.' Shoot'n from
those sweet lips' what the whole world needs
to hear.' Bout
Evil billionaires and scientists..Oh dear oh dear.? About
Wicked actors on smutty screens, the dark side of stardom, that is sick and so obscene, her medicine is
shooting round like lightning, the world is waking up, shes like
The best of our Nation, why don't ya go
look up her stuff? Hear the reality, feel
The answers, as they rise up in you.' As
she shoots it from the lips, giving cover so
You'll make it through!, Get there to her side, and pray for your soul, in this time of
Of proof and testing, just put satan on hold..Tune in to Iyah..Turn to her page she; is to be found
on most information platforms, don't
delay act now, spread this info..
Its a deffo.' Hey just turn her up' AND MAKE IT LOUD !!!!!
Devilish, like ancient seeds, the sown fields please with ease, and each September the rains grow and fall river Massachusettes is bringing the bride, to Massachusetts like surly swindled brides, one married, one dead, the mother-in-law, fettered in bed.
Trying to make One Dollar out of 15 Cents
I stretch pennies like they're doing y.oga,
Flip nickels like a circus act, coupons like it's hand-to-hand scrimmage.
And pray over price tags like scriptures.
My wallet stays demure, my hustle stays loud-
Broke- girl alchemy in flow turning crumbs in
Whole-meal miracles til my cents holler for mercy.
sun beats down on sand
lights up like diamonds
million-dollar beach
Fool
[Verse 1]
In the corner bar where stories unfold,
Pouring out dreams worth their weight in gold,
Each drink tells a tale, a heart is revealed,
Listening close to all the wisdom that is sealed.
Hope in the glass, lift your spirit high,
The night is young, let your worries die. (Fly on the wall)
[Chorus]
Raise a toast to the night, let stories ignite,
In the rhythm of laughter, we’ll find our light,
With every pour, we chase away fear,
In this bar of belief, the Neon gods cheer,
Then we tend to shed away our tears.
[Verse 2]
Masters of thought, with a drink in hand,
Bartenders, philosophers, Cocaine dealers seem to understand,
Mixing up more ambition, give me a shot of that,
Things that can’t be ignored, like a baseball bat,
Words flow just like liquor, wisdom in disguise,
Open you mind, your heart, your soul realize with real eyes.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So come and sit with me, the pain will go away,
Let us find a solution for when we stray.
I say...
Shy Henry is hung like a horse
The ladies love him of course
Little did they know
He prefers a beau
Day late and a dollar short
My husband laughed
When we bought you,
Little basil.
The year was new—
"Let's help Jack, too.
Cook some sweet stew."
My husband smiled.
Still green, surprise,
A brown thumb fluke.
Through furnace skies,
Broken clouds' cries,
Expanding size.
We chase your pests,
Taste our small crop—
Piquant petals
On countertop
Yielding non-stop.
Seasoned leaves plop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fluorescent buzz hums
like a choir of tired angels.
I hold a plastic-wrapped loaf of bread
and think about miracles~
how mine don’t quite materialize.
My hands, soft from keyboards,
have never split a sea
or pressed into a wound
without recoiling.
I flinch at the sight of blood and
the weight of my own shadow.
The clerk sighs,
counting pennies like regrets.
I want to tell her that
the Kingdom is hers,
but my voice cracks
into something small
and human.
At home, my love
is measured in teaspoons~
just enough to sweeten,
never overflowing.
I keep my rage
neatly folded,
my mercy rationed
like discount wine.
God must get so tired
of my arithmetic.
A meaningful discussion on our very first date
art, literature, music, fine wine
O, it was most definitely first-rate!!
Though he didn’t kiss me goodnight
I don’t see it as ironic
Seeing as how our relationship’s
‘strictly platonic’
I'll loan you my own plugged nickel
if you have a red cent I may borrow
but swallow a dollar today
and you'll be passing the buck tomorrow
Success has 3 (three)dollar signs
Like this: $ucce$$. One at the beginning
One in the middle and at the ending
The last "s" for special designs.
$ucce$$ is not solely about money
Success should be about sharing and helping
The community and its surrounding.
Success should NOT be about being greedy
Or about being number one
Because you won't be able to stash the billion
At your feet, inside the coffin.
Leave a legacy of helping the poor
And live a good and honest life, so the door
Of Heaven will, one day, remain ajar.
Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Earning a dollar is not a bother,
but could be a force at play,
when markets swing and sway
All those highs and lows
bring a dance to your toes
in a special way
You’re up, you’re down,
your turn to go around
during the market day
Stick to your plan,
thank Uncle Sam
for the way the market can pay
allez dans Wawa et choisissez les bons numéros pour les deux jackpots de loterie
the five dollar and three dollar ones!
Gone now: It's over in the Corner!
~~~ What I Love ~~~
My little angel so sweet and so loving,
she is always making me very happy.
Her long silky and soft fur I love brushing,
with a pretty and huge smile never wacky.
Her million dollar kisses I always wear,
going shopping and riding in the big car.
Cool breeze running through the window and our hair,
singing to the radio with a loud cheer.
~~~ What I Hate ~~~
All public bathrooms really make me mad,
only luke warm air and a noisy dryer.
No paper towels makes me so very sad,
need paper towels ~ guess must call an umpire.
Warm air blow dryers will not wipe a child face,
what kind of a dysfunctional bathroom place?
We all need a choice for me paper towels,
paper towels they all flew away like owls.
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