As I rise from my slumber and from my dream
With my goals for the day, yet unforeseen
I’ll stretch and yawn
Like Grass on The Lawn
And say, “Good morning, Lord”
With a morning smile I can afford.
Start my morning with God in mind
Will certainly prove to be divine!
I’ll hum a tune or maybe two
For the Lord to brew.
Mid-day at work or school
It would be rather oh so cool
And definitely fair and square
If I whispered to God a little prayer
Even if just to say “Hello Up There!”
Before I stop to converse with my mom
What occurred today with Mary and Tom,
And what teacher said
That had me dread
The blue sky hue
Turn to gray debut
I shall run and hide in my secret room
And first tell God to weed and prune
The horrific occurrences of the day
That chastised the sun to go away!
And when the night is on the rise
And my eyes catch the twinkle of the stars on high
And the moon shines bright
As I lay myself down for the night
I’ll whisper a prayer to God above
To pardon and guard me with eternal love….
She won the noble peace prize fair and square, in fear, she now wants to share
trusting myself to finally take my lead
never seen any competition if so concede
attention's on my actions expectation to fail
looking like fools my skills surely prevail
no bragging to boast for a shameful taunt
just being me has caused a haunt
my words have motivational and influential range
is that possible from a mind that's said to be derange
don't be shame of the unethical plays in your game
you lost fair and square so whose the blame
exemplified my win with gratitude and grace
hope you took notes to better your next race
like i said, "there's no competition"
no more to say this my benediction
The murders committed by the gangs
Are like very big bangs
Nothing good can come from it
That is something we can admit
A death a day
Seems to be the only way
The only way for the gangs
Who is always quick to show fangs
Moving like snakes
When slithering there are no shakes
with murder on the brain
somebody is going to suffer pain.
Committing a murder everyday
surely there must be a better way
giving their lives away
they only live for the day
Killing a person everyday
the gangs have shown their way
By killing a person everyday
They show no remorse in any way
A death a day
that is the gang’s way
and so, they go on slaying
and go on preying
Causing pain so inhumane
as if they have no brain
?apparently to them it's fair.
In reality not fair and square
They will continue to live that way
That is the gang’s way
the hatred every day
will keep on causing a death a day
This year, my darling love, you’ll receive more than flowers
Jewelry, candy, candles, gifts, kisses and chocolate bars
You will also get your AARP letter and your Medicare card
It’s vital that you take good care of yourself going forward.
Since you’re now sixty-five years old, you should feel blessed
Lucky, privileged and chosen. Please, please never get depressed
Age is always a good number, as long as you’re very healthy
And funny. The Almighty God is now watching over you regularly.
Eat well, drink more water, take your medications and vitamins daily
You’re now a senior, that’s a major step forward and a serious promotion
Since you’re retired, take a walk once a while. And that’s not being lazy.
You’ve worked all your life and have earned fair and square your pension
Your grandchildren and family will come to visit and spend time with you
I wish you a Landmark Birthday. Dear love, a blissful life is awaiting you.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the sweet friend of my heart and soul.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Why must we fight each time we meet,
To show which one’s the strongest bear?
There’s really no need to compete.
Why must we fight?
There’s lots of female bears out there,
Who’ll love us, even in defeat.
Why don’t we just agree to share?
I’m satisfied to take back seat
And say you beat me fair and square.
I can’t be bothered in this heat.
Why must we fight?
Picture No. 2
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
Hark, Hallow Dark my dear pal, Titans Mars
rally Martian stars, tag team game Play--Card
Black, Naturals -- rare place reason, Blackguard
quandary, battlescarred, halt? Pass? Have cigars?
Smart-aleck, hmm! facial--compact, boxcars,
ugh! gawdawful. Beauty Triathalon,
He'll be back straightaway, mayhaps papers?
Your facial pasted atop Front page! Bazaars
trains, sidecars, racecars, famous! Alas, Shawn,
lad go faraway places, imagine!
Wanted to ... look balanced, thats it, smart-like
Cameras I take it! Fair and Square, dawn
speaking of that man, time has no passion
I want you meet mama, familylike
Allemande left to your corner;
Go right and left grand.
When you see your pretty gal,
don't squeeze too hard her little hand.
Head ladies chain; side ladies too down the middle
Your partner ain't no second fiddle.
All partners promenade.
Don't stop off for lemonade.
Do si do your corner;
do si do your own.
Circle left. Make a ring;
no, don't ring like a telephone!
Promenade once again.
She’s your Barbie. He’s your Ken.
Ladies in; men sashay.
Step lively; this ain’t no ballet!
Round up all them sweet wallflowers
don't let them sit alone for hours! :(
You're having fun-- I've got a hunch ;-P
They're sick of watching, drinking punch
Who said life was going to be fair?
Come on, let’s make this circle square,
Poor as church mice, bolder than brass,
Circle right then show me the cash.
We'll keep it underneath your hat,
But there’s no room to swing a cat,
They say the best in life is free,
So square this circle left like me.
Fair and square like they always say,
Fair day’s work for a fair day’s pay,
Money is round to go around,
London Bridge, now we all fall down.
The rain outside is cats and dogs,
Grandma just popped her dancing clogs,
Look this gift horse, right in the mouth,
Forward, back, now let’s journey south.
Humorous Patter Sayings
Bow to your partner now let's begin
Lift your skirts and kick his shin
Hold it tight and jump and cuss
Don't worry you can't offend us
Get her back gents, catch her quick
Snap her bra lickadee split!
Ain't she red now but comon let's dance
If you never now’s your chance
Got two left feet so you can't walk straight
That's OK cause you can promenade
Promenade up and promenade down
Your the purdiest girl in the whole durn town
Slap your knee and holler an’ wail
Bend on down and shake your tail
Tail, tail, pretty little tail
If you pull it I won't tell
I won't tell no sir yes ma'am
Do-si-do, do it all again.
No Welcome Needed
I DO NOT need a ‘Welcome’
to the land where I was born,
This country called Australia
I proudly call my own.
I’ll THANK my great, great, grandpa
who sailed across the sea,
Then settled here and built his farm
When? in Eighteen Sixty.
He did not steal his little plot
he bought it fair and square,
His house he built from fine sandstone
and raised his family there.
His children all Australians
when ‘welcomed’ here on earth,
Though ‘Swiss Italian’ heritage.
all Aussies were by birth.
And through each generation
his descendants still reside,
Throughout Australian landscapes
now scattered far and wide.
So YES, upon Australia Day
I’ll proudly celebrate,
This nation built on sweat and toil
that I appreciate.
My country that is lucky
still free from war torn strife,
Where we can come and go as pleased
and live our peaceful life.
So, raise our flag red, white, and blue
let’s sing our national song,
Give THANKS for all we have right here.
this land where we belong.
Christine 26/1/2024
Happy Australia Day: 26/1/2024
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