oh me oh my oh man oh me
shrieking in pain was the dog Wolfie
he was not used to feeling bad you see
I think I need a band-aide on my knee!
In twenty minutes we saw him, and he looked like mummy
How many bandages did you use up, dummy?
Wolfie bit me in my side when I questioned him.
If we were not out of bandages, I would use one I told Jim.
...All back-and-forth the fight raged through the morn,
men dove to hide, bushes off branches shorn,
ricochets rang as they bounced off the rock,
made it hard for Alistair to take stock.
At least two down, the others were scattered,
three of their foe lay lifeless on the earth,
but six more can, guns blazing, eyes alight,
Pritchard howled, seemed immune to all fright.
Alistar rose, and drilled him through the chest,
three guns barked back, slugs ripping through his vest,
He shot again, caught one man in the leg,
but slumped, knowing he was already dead;
just breathing hurt, all his body felt cold,
he dropped the gun, his mind no longer bold,
clutched a big rock, all dreams of money gone,
replaced by all he had done…and done wrong.
His dying through, before the final fall:
Perhaps Dan had been the smartest of them all…
There are sentences that are inaudible
And words that are passively silent
Oh! Words, verbs, innuendoes and pirouettes
We instantly ask incredulous questions.
Their gestures sometimes are understandable
Clever foxes hide behind vices
We comprehend very well why racists
Are intermittently invisible.
Oh! Silence that is when words do not exist
We see rats robbing the store at daylight and the cats
Patiently and intelligently examine the list
Of the remaining victims peacefully and wisely.
Words are often deadly dangerous
Daring the weapons of inequality around the hellish fire
Which is about to consume the desperate city
Where the words are silent and strangled.
Hebert Logerie , September 29, 2013
mannequin dummy has a maniacal smile
as if he knows more than I
I take him to a resale shop
his grin staring at me in my car
I feel guilty relief handing him over
but he is a plotter
he one-ups me
a relative purchases him
my birthday surprise
he cannot stop grinning
A skid in the road
A violent left turn
A tragedy to behold
While my wheels burn
Glass everywhere
A cut in my lip
Drivers rubberneck the affair
And I broke my hip
Blood on the dashboard
Bruises on my head
A couple of broken teeth
Months of pharmacy meds
Tubes in my belly
A catheter down below
The wounds are a bit smelly
And they’re healing mighty slow
I learned to walk again
And I bought a new jeep
I would’ve never been a crash dummy
If the other driver didn’t fall asleep
ever really knowing
if I'm coming or going
meanwhile
what am I to do with you
as somewhat akin
under the skin
yet now quite skint
but taking a sprint
and just for fun
making a dummy run
if I may say
it's leave or stay
quite the conundrum
of all things the sum
but when it's said and done
of the be and end-all none
for should you ever think of me
tho' unruly I could be
there's more to life than this
and banter's what I truly miss
not so much the rinky-dink
as everything including the kitchen sink
dumpy trumpeter
spat the dummy
when his taco toppled
off his pastiche wall
"We come into the world alone and we die alone." ~ Diogenes
What was that, Diogenes?
Speak a bit louder if you please.
I'm old and hard of hearing,
and I fear my death is nearing.
Well, anyway, I've never died,
so, I couldn't tell you if I tried,
but I heard Death's pretty skinny -
meat on his bones, he hasn't any.
On that sad day your number comes up,
and he's at your door, don't give up.
Bar the windows and lock the door.
Disguise your voice, try to ignore
him, but you know he'll get 'ya,
and everyone will soon forget ya',
which I suppose is just as well.
You'll have worse problems down in Hell.
When you die, it's really a shame,
but you only have yourself to blame.
You didn't have to eat it all,
but you never worried 'bout cholesterol.
I hope God will hold my hand,
that really would be mighty grand;
and I ask for His forbearance.
Please don't send that angel Clarence.
What's that Death? I can't hear ya'.
You look all scary, but I don't fear ya'.
Come again some other day.
I think I'll go outside to play.
The Dummy
Lying in a corner
With a smirk on his face
Eyes wide, not yet moving
Maché thoughts circulate.
Reality assured,
He was ready to go,
Dependency resting
On a hand from below.
His own paralysed hands
In his parodied suit
Did not have the means
To greet or salute.
From whence the desire,
The will and intention?
How to be free from
Ventriloquist intervention?
The God of the dummy
Is beyond belief,
His place in the corner
A God-given peace
Say hello to my little friend!
I sit them on my lap.
The stage is ours for us to lend
Towards you as you clap.
Following this brief applause,
My friend and I converse.
Much difference between our jaws
And dialogue disperse.
Normal as I speak my lines
In verbal application.
As my friend talks, there are signs
Of voice exaggeration.
The words are mine - as they unwind,
My lips almost in seal.
This procedure, you will find
Is there for your appeal.
Any movement from my friend
Is simply improvised
By my hand in styled trend...
Pre-planned and devised.
Our purpose is to entertain
For more applause there after...
Aiming to avoid disdain
And to promote your laughter.
Driving home I was feeling crummy
Popped a potent THC gummy
My head began to reel
I passed out at the wheel
And woke up as a crash test dummy
Didn’t attend Harvard, Yale nor Stanford
Don’t have a High IQ
Possess determination to pursue
Possess life knowledge through living education
True smart is common sense and understanding
Higher Learning doesn’t teach that
Theory in fact
Intelligence within
Abilities come with every try
Talent to emphasize
No quitter
Always ready to fulfill
Being no Smart Attic
Pure logic
Organizing thoughts in and out
That is what a Smart Planner is about
True smart is knowing you can
True education in knowledge you can master any concept
Adaptability and Responsibility
Smart choice
"dummy"
i saw
you on
line on top
of not me
but a mann
equin again &
again
& again
and again
i asked my
self what if
he were me
and
i was
him
Betty bit her thumb Now it's very numb
A mannikin,
Half-dressed by sunshine
Half-naked in a spotlight glare.
No detail or features,
no sexuality
other than the shape.
When a thing is 'shapely'
we understand
that detail
gets in the way.
All we need are hands
to follow
and shape a thought.
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