oh haste brumal mist that twilight has kissed
on the hollyhocks, meadow-born
sweet tears resurrected on petals neglected
collected 'midst early morn …
the dew-christened flow’rs parading the hours
croon hope to the unblemished hearts
then rises the moon while it saunters to swoon
and the ballet of eventide starts …
tall grasses that thrive with new life, come alive
with a shimmer of luminous lights
a slow-spinning dance of the glowing romance
that July has thus gifted its nights …
a heavens' breast lighted by stars, unrequited
sets stage on the vault, high above -
night's magic gone viral, as fireflies spiral ...
in a whimsical waltz ... of love.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Several male colleagues in a work meeting
Each competent and able
In walks the angry little boss man
Yelling at them “ today….you need to put your balls on the table”!!
Ewwww…..”what a thought”!
Great poets need not worry.
Self-written dissertations or poems
Always lack heart, soul and harmony.
Self-written lyrics or poems
Are the products of raw science,
Not fine arts and literature.
Great poets, with wit, humor, and nature,
Have a divine style and an astute common sense.
Self-written poems lack the zeal and the spirit
That only human beings can display or exhibit.
Great poems come from the core of the heart,
Great poems come from the deep abyss of the soul.
Believe it or not, a machine can play a major part,
However, a masterpiece can only be conceived by the role
That a genius-artist and a scientist can play to end-up at an evolution.
Self-written poems lack the beauty and the innate composition.
P.S. This poem was written and revised before A.I.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
nearsighted she scripted destruction gripping peculiarity
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
popular pretty persnickety picky Pollyanna-like Patty
prissily prepped powderpuff perfectionist Petunia Pratt
prideful pressure provided by perfectionist Pratt
Your heart is so true,so pure
Your smile is always genuine, I am sure.
The feeling of togetherness is one and the same
Best buddies are for each other, as we claim.
The playing of games,the teasing and maze
The moments we share,are better with days.
You are a person, full of energy and fun
I wish to have such a friend, forever, in long run.
You wipe my sorrows,when I am in pain
I enjoy sharing moments, in summer, winter and rain.
You are a hope,a ray of light
I want you,my friend, how much ever we fight.
The bond of friendship, that we share
Is so precious, of course rare.
For me,I know, you are always there
For you,my dear,I equally, care.
You are always there to encourage
You calm me down,when I outrage.
You are a source of happiness and joy
The memories we share,we do enjoy.
Our friendship is a blessing, a treasure
The depth of which, nobody can measure...
Bubbling brain, muse now wrestling words
Scholarly script is readily required
Feeling frazzled, mind muddled
Searching senses to find clever clues
Visioned verse lacking lines
Syllables sought, making meter
Selected scribbling, poem penned
The little folk dance
And laugh with glee,
Sticking their tongues out
And pointing at me,
With my head in a hole
And my feet up a tree.
It all ends here
Not there here
Where? Here
Now come over here
Give it here
Your beer, not there, here
I will stand here
Drink the beer, with you here
So, you can witness me here
Drink the beer here
And tell your friends I gulped the beer here
And without fear here
We will graduate from here
Smarter since we were here
Drinking our beer here
Getting degrees here
Not there, here
“Here!” “Come see my plane fly; my train choo choo!!”
“Look at that funny cow mommy, ‘moo, moo’!”
“Faster, daddy, faster!” “Again, yes, wee!!!”
“One more story mommy, p,p,p,please!”
“I’m going out.” - “Where?” Mum asks. - ”Hmmpphhh… Just out!”
“Where’s my shoes? Why isn’t this washed?”, I shout.
“Board games night, really?" "I have friends y’know…”
“My life is over… he dumped me”, I groan.
“Oh, woe is me, my life is half over!”
I expected a house, kids, ring, rover…
the dream job; not dole and redundancy!!!
“I’ve a bunch of cats now living with me!”
“Phew!” “Two moments on the sofa, free from…
them!!” “Yes, the kids rule the roost, all day long!”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Though, I could do with some more time away.”
“A new lease of life!” “Barely past forty!”
The golf, wine, cheese… “Grandkids, go be naughty!”
“What a time it is, hey, to be alive!”
“Old, ha!” “I’ve learnt to just live and let jive!”
09.27.2026
(For the Five Perspectives Contest - each stanza representing different ages: 5, 15, 30, 50, 70.)
The morning bright sun,
has tangerine smiles.
The sky awakes as,
I eat tangerines.
The day is closing,
to tangerine clouds.
Some improve their health with a daily run
Turn the key, let the engine run
Pull too hard and your stockings run
Pay less attention then paint will run
Wear cheap mascara and it may run
Power up your PC so your programs run
A winning streak shows you had a good run
There are 645 meanings of the verb “run”
I’ve shown you some—now I have to run!
Sunlight stains each yellow petal
Under the vast Kansas sky
Never dull in shade or spirit
Flowing with vigor in the wind
Lingering with Nature's thoughts
Owning it's shade of yellow
Weary from its own beauty
Every seed holds a story
Roses envy this flower's freedom
We whisked up a plot in a mixing bowl
A getaway scheme with a sugar soul
A cake so slick it could rock and roll
Baked for a birthday out of control
We folded in flour with a secret plan
A covert swirl only we could scan
Not a saw blade…nah…but a steel pan fan
Spinning like a rhythm in a marching band
We iced it thick with a coded glaze
Frosting that hid our exiting ways
Candles flickered like getaway rays
Lighting up paths through the maze
We sliced that cake with a rhyme made key
The layers unlocked like a mystery
Chocolate doors swung open free
We slipped out smooth as poetry
A birthday treat with a jailbreak twist
Our sweet escape wrapped in a sugar mist
A rhyme lined route we couldn’t resist
Freedom baked fresh in every tryst
THE BABY WHO CRIED WAY TOO LOUD
There was a baby in Kochi town,
In a cradle of wood, lying down,
Who wailed “oh shi!” with endless might
, And won the medal for loudest cry!
His voice rang out both far and near,
Through Gujarat streets, Jaipur clear,
It echoed in Delhi’s bustling bazaar,
Like thunder booming from afar.
He cried and cried, the people prayed,
For silence, peace, a calm cascade.
His mother stuffed her ears with care,
Cotton buds to save her hearing there.
Crowds arrived from far and wide,
To see the baby’s sonic tide.
Windows cracked, bangles broke,
As if the earth itself had spoke!
James the tourist came to see,
His ears bled from the baby’s plea.
Aunt poured oil to soothe the pain,
But still the cries began again.
At last, on day six, came the cat,
Catter the clever, catty cat.
She leapt inside the cradle bed,
And massaged the baby’s neck instead.
The baby paused, began to purr,
It loved the gentle paws on fur.
And after a decade, peace was found,
returned to the village ground.
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