Valuable variables, a psychiatrist’s missing part of the mix...
Scary, harry, carried by that which MUST keep tarrying on while very, very wary yet daring??;
Some say all wrong,
Some sing a sad or happy song,
Lance Armstrong,
Would say, “Live Strong!”
Then make more than a million bracelets,
If I added a variable to my own life,
I pray for God’s grace still,
But it is NOT my own,
Wherever I roam,
I am surprised I do NOT foam at the mouth,
For crying out loud,
Why does everything get so ed up?
I did NOT lose my truck but lost my girl,
Lost the ability to give a as well as my whole world,
But I can still care,
Do I or someone else dare?
To stare into the abyss...???
Surely, there are many things to be missed,
The Last Caress by the Misfits begins to explain,
The last kiss I gave still lingers in my brain,
Then there are many other things to make me insane,
Yet, the free cocktails on an airplane to Maine would still NOT replace music as NOT only RHCP’s but MY Aero Plane too...
How about you?
Tea for Two?
T?
Evil angel why does you run from pain?
Evil angel what is going on again?
Evil angel why do you fear the coin toss.
Evil angel what would happen if you got tossed?
Any outer, stout, pouting white powder,
Could take you to some cloud?
Gimme a break for crying out loud...
Age will bring fables,
Some despise those that lie.
The next page will be stable,
Yet you must still attempt to try,
The force is unbalanced,
But we aren't watching Star Wars,
Sure, you have some talent,
Yet, this next period will draw its sword...
Eve must have heaved, bereaved, while leaving the lot...
A Dom realized the change when,
They both fell fruitless when they got...
Caught up in it,
Sick of it,
Sticking to the ,
That only through the pits,
One forgets,
It is very, very sick,
I quit...
Tick Tok tick
Just for another little bit,
When the world gets twirled around again,
Then sticks to the drip,
When there are no more fits,
While getting lit.
...
Break-Up
She let me down,
Basically, kicked me “OUT!” of town...
Turned things around,
Turned my smile N 2 a frown...
I all MOST drowned,
Was a patient in a gown,
Snapped @ the very sound,
Of my cage like a dawg at the lb.
Trapped in a rage,
Nothing on that which I could count,
Still, I am feeling kind of down,
I want to leave this town,
NOW!!!
Hungry for change...
Like a bloodhound,
Feeling deranged all the same,
For crying out loud...
Oh, for a while it’s been crazy inside
the beltway,
no telling what insanity arises each day,
with a seemingly psychologically challenged
Prez,
for crying out loud listen to some of the
gibberish he sez!
He cares nothing for the environment,
he takes a wrecking ball to it, I’m spent.
Grocery prices can’t go down,
with our poor Earth’s global warming,
you clown.
Hey, the shutdown is hurting many
Including veteran troops,
as government workers are your target
you nincompoop.
We need to find migrant children who
disappeared,
not you worrying about suspending
late night hosts you jeered.
What’s with the bizarre hairdo,
and the orange makeup that looks
like you’re a new species in the zoo.
It’s crazy inside the beltway,
can we as a country find coherent
and thoughtful candidates, not goofs,
instead of a real life Mad magazine spoof. ~
If 13 falls on Friday
it's unlucky as seen by some
others resilience new beginnings
and good fortune soon to come
1 rolled twice on 2 dice
pips are spotted as snake eyes
yet viewed as somewhat square
4 points to compass seasons winds and size
7 powerful in its prime
holds significance profound
religious cultural and psychological
as indoctrinated beliefs abound
master 11 the smallest numeral
with 3 syllables known
and smile when you dial
999 the UK emergency phone
for crying out loud 3's a crowd
and I have it on good authority
21 is a positive milestone
for mostly the majority
0 was merely a placeholder
to Babylonians and the Maya
not uncovered 'til ca. 628 CE
it enabled the world to count much higher
10 is considered base perfection
but the number some like least
if you choose to believe it
is 666 — sign of the Beast
Pitifully, he calls her again and again
Brando yelling, "STELLA" from his knees.
Like he ever meant something to her...
Stop groveling like a fool. She was a tease.
She doesn't come from Kansas or Oz
and Sunnybrook Farm is make believe.
Stop shouting her name. For crying out loud.
Shed your tears somewhere else if you grieve.
She left long ago on a streetcar to get away.
It's your fault she's gone. You and your drama.
You killed her desire. That's what she said.
The conflicts you created left her in trauma.
You were the spider who sat down beside her,
the tiny creature that was much too hairy.
You brazenly acted as if you were a king,
but there's nothing about you that's scary.
After all this time, still blubbering for Stella?
You're a weeping wimp and it's pathetic
how you demean yourself time after time.
No one cares because you're not empathetic.
She waved farewell and made your life hell.
So, get off your knobby knees, Marlon.
Alice doesn't live here anymore. She left
and no longer wants to call you, 'Darlin.'
The auction began and I could feel my pulse patter,
If I don't get this house, my heart it may shatter.
I got my ducks in a row, when I saw the sale poster,
It's been a ride to get here, a real rollercoaster.
You see, the house was my Mama's, but she got in a rut,
The bank foreclosed, on the mortgage contract.
They kicked her out, it was such a calamity.
She was ashamed and embarrassed, questioning her sanity.
The sale day is here, and there is a huge crowd.
I must be the winner, for crying out loud.
The bids were swift, and the sale price kept rising,
I kept raising my paddle, I'd lost track of the pricing.
My hopes began to plummet, but the auctioneer said Sold,
He called my number, my bid had been bold.
I yelled "I won!" and I caught my Mama's eye.
She would have her home back, I knew that she would cry.
Today was a day that I will never forget,
Mama got her house back, and I have no regret.
For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to events.
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments,
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and anniversaries,
Is the end for those petals, which are sinking in past memories.
Even the funerals are not sympathetic to the beautiful lilies.
In lieu of flowers, why can’t they write beautiful poems,
Make memorable cards or fake flowers with dead leaves?
Let the flowers live in the garden, and plant them in the cemeteries,
In lieu of flowers, send meaningful poems that inspire dreams.
For crying out loud, please end the customary bereaves.
Copyright © October 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Again, he broke when the gate bell was still clanging,
then took off so fast... to the reins I was left hanging.
He's wearing a goofy smile that says, "I'm so proud,"
but he's forgotten just one thing... for crying out loud!
I have to be in the saddle when crossing the finish line!
That's a concept totally lost on this headstrong equine.
Flashing Ghost has always been as stubborn as a mule
but I keep taking the mount, so that makes me a fool.
Oh yeah, he's determined to always break out on top,
But when he outbreaks me, I can't yell at him, "Stop!"
I would end up crumpled on the track, lying in the grass,
or diving head-first up the crack of this white horse's ass.
Ghost should be retired from racing and used as a stud.
He'd be more valuable, but as a racehorse, he's a dud.
He flies out of the gate but is a jockey's worst nightmare.
I swear, I won't ride him again, even on a double dare!
Though their all grown up they still need you for crying out loud
Yet you still ride on that sick cloud
Please don't think I hate you for I do not
I would just love to have gotten half of what you got
Loving parents who show it a lot
Even to the grandkids when they were small
Just remember we were there for you one and all
We walked a many a mile and you promised the world
To give you time away from your little girls
No excuses, no ifs ,no and , no but
That's where we inevitably got cut
I know if I were to die tomorrow where my soul would go?
Do you think with that you already know
Think Jesus would let you in
To look down upon you as His child and see where the Devil has taken your life through sin
For crying out loud America!.
Because of you I'm unemployed!
I can no longer threaten you with violence..
And I'm really very annoyed.
It's my job to make you fearful..
I'm an extremist and political threat..
But you are shooting each other in mass numbers..
And that was my job.. or did you forget?
How can I now be a Martyr?
You've stolen the World nightly news!
Another mass shooting in America!
Someones bad temper has blown a fuse!
You no longer fear the terrorist..
I'm no threat to the way you live..
However.. you fear thy neighbour..
You'd rather shoot and kill instead of forgive.
It’s an old trick in the book
To count sheep till you fall asleep
But Mr. Insomnia stays up late
It seems he wants to be my date!
He seems to have alternate plans
He makes me do things I cannot understand
Why the other day for crying out loud
He punished me and threw me out!
It was dark and O so cold, I begged him
Yes I implored, his good humour seemed restored
He took me on a merry go round
I started giggling but had promised
not to make a single sound
Mr. Insomnia’s red eyes on my back
Making me go round on a circular track!
He is a monster that grows inside of me
And conspires with someone
I don’t even want to know
My movements are extremely slow
Why the other day my heart skipped
I only knew it could beat!
Mr. Insomnia arose from his seat
It early morning he is shuffling now
Moving quickly towards his den
If he turns around I’m ready to stab
Him with my only weapon the mighty pen
Instead of sheep, I now count to ten!
20.5.22
For crying out loud
I am awesomely proud
To be a Fool in love
With Mother Nature.
I thank the Almighty above
For everything he has done
Hoping that I have a secured future
Earth is now my haven, my Heaven.
I am a Fool who loves my wife
The beautiful trees and flowers
The hummingbirds on the top towers
And the daunting intricacies of life.
Today is the first day of April
I am thrilled like a new drill
I am excited to be the only Fool
Swimming naked in the icy pool.
For God's sake, I am a Fool in love
The eagles are hovering above
The green mountains, this is awesome
That's wonderful, that's very handsome.
This is spring, a new season with a lot of potential
Sure, I am lackadaisically controversial
That's why I love the mad and irate women
And the jerks who refused to say Amen.
Copyright © April, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to events.
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments,
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and anniversaries,
Is the end for those petals, which are sinking in past memories.
Even the funerals are not sympathetic to the beautiful lilies.
In lieu of flowers, why can’t they write beautiful poems,
Make memorable cards or fake flowers with dead leaves?
Let the flowers live in the garden, and plant them in the cemeteries,
In lieu of flowers, send meaningful poems that inspire dreams.
For crying out loud, please end the customary bereaves.
Copyright @ March 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
why would she do such a thing
right in the middle of the most
important party you'd ever thrown
a party that would make or break
your career your way of life for as
far as you could possibly peer into
the future my god doesn't she
know that staging is everything
and timing has gone the way of
the blackberry so ok get a grip
she went ahead and she did it
she threw up a hairball she's a
cat for crying out loud what do
you expect when you give her
red wine with fish
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