markler barkey harkerly bibbily bee
silly billy bolder dasher delights me
giggly wiggly polygraphing Sheridan she
joyfully foyfully digging a diddily dee
yes these kinds of poems bring me glee
though they make no sense even to me
"May is the month of expectation, the month of wishes, the month of hope." - Emily Brontë
April showers bring May flowers,
The summer blooms with it's powers ,
A wish of a seed like a farytale comes true,
As the kids play the smile just grew ,
The May appears more beautiful than we expect,
Every single detail is just perfect.
POTD is often filled with sadness
Not often is there joy and gladness
Not much laughter fills this world
Little humour gets unfurled
Little gratitude for what one has
Woe is me I'm lost and sad alas
Lets have some days of poetic jokes
Lots of fun filled jolly pokes
Great medicine comes from laughter
Lifts the spirit for hours long after
POTD sometimes filled with glee
Are there others or is this invitation only me
Perhaps at least one day a month a Sunday
to be reserved for a POTD humour fun day
embrace unity
what society expects
sells out life's purpose
We die a little bit
Each day and each night
As we live every minute
Gleeful or glum under the light.
We die in our sleep
And rise again if we’re lucky
And blessed. This is deep
Few people are truly canny or savvy.
Believe not in all the glitters
When it’s time to go or to depart
Gravity behaves like deadly creatures.
We die every day and every night
A little mum or sharp under the weight
As darkness exists deep in the heart.
Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Sitting alone in the sun,
I reflect on the past,
Days filled with laughter and fun—
Oh, how time moves fast.
The radiant colours of the light,
There's a freshness that sunshine brings,
The clock ticks, and everything yields to twilight,
While memories soar on summer's wings.
The outdoors beckon us,
With children playing in the meadow.
A moment to connect and discuss,
As the sun smiles and our faces glow.
Joy and laughter fill the seashore;
My mind is ready to soar and explore.
July 16, 2025.
BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN
At dawn
In the little hours of a crow
I spoke to my pen to rise
Rise from bed to speak
The language that at best I understand
To the form and rhymes; I'm no stranger
Gladly the pen took over the pages
Surmounted all pressure and blunt edges
At the brook
In the hours when breeze was set
I spoke to my energy to arise
Rise from the brook and slumber-bed
To write
Write the words so beautiful to call gold
To the letters all over the world to glee to
My energy took over all the lines and contour
Setting examples for all men that are on this tour
Where then?
Shall the blade of my tongue not peruse
To the dragging of words with the recruits
Who were army not of words in literary world
They'll crumble at the pierce to rise no more
At dawn
Where I write from the reservoir
Words witty so wide on the mount top
Seen everywhere to radiate its stardom
At a time where memory is written; soaring
How much more delightful can this tree be?
She has been named by her colleagues, the tree of glee
She has been an influencer since her mama’s knee
If you met her, you would have to quickly agree
She is a tree who could shake up the Grand Prix
Her limbs zigzag in the wind wild and free
She has enticed so many letters, namely c, d and e.
A tree with a mission, unknown to thee or me
If you want her secret, she’s the only one with a key
Try to get me to help you, and I will hide and flee
The only thing I know for sure, is that she is a she
She was named the tree of zee by my cousin Melanie.
You wait
In chortled glee
Time’s ticking toll
Sharpening itself
‘neath your dark robe
And I
Poor fool
Fear not your sting
As naught is left
But tatters
Of past now’s
And you
Life’s dark companion
Have counted every step
Held sway
Lest I falter
Seasoned my errors
With adrenal angst
I wait
In grimaced glee
Enshrouded
In an endless
Thinning veil
Awaiting
Thunderous storm
Taking form
Black cloud
Dark shroud
Dogs yowling
Wind howling
Dusty ground
Swirling round
Grasses curl
Leaves twirl
Trees rustle
People hustle
Animals flee
Kids glee
Umbrellas out
Mothers shout
I stand
Raised hand
Loving power
Heavenly shower
Lightning flash
Thunder crash
Babies cry
Mothers sigh
Up higher
Tree fire
Go hide
Inside
Watch rain
Through pane
Safe, warm
Raging storm
Passing by
Blue sky
A funny guy went to town with glee,
Came home with a rat, you see.
His wife was quite cross,
With a stinky meal toss,
Said, "Next time, bring home takeout for me!"
“Be happy in the moment that's enough. Each moment is all we need.”
Quote _ Mother Teresa
As time brings glee days,
As we sojourn on bloom ways,
Let’s treasure the clime,
For it's a fleeting sublime.
Life is a stage of variant entities,
They come in subtleties,
It’s a walk across meadows,
Nightfall brings the shadows.
Happiness is a choice,
A punctuating voice,
A light that can be reflected,
As gloom can be deflected.
Like a child on a swing,
Away from life's other wing,
We can walk oblivious of gloom,
Permuting our desired room.
May 24, 2023.
Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Somber Rebellion
Upon somber's horrid-rebellious fleet,
Corvus and ravens are victims who plead,
Nightmare which leeches through logic and glee,
Conceals itself behind bleaks ominous screams.
Coercion of luminity for pallid deeds,
Fabricates these mirrored-fraudulent beasts,
Wandering over a picayune defeat,
Condemning drab-shadows for your vulnerability.
Blight and woes for haul of gloom,
no stand for hope and bloom...
As it pulls us to an abyss of nothingness,
Why stand in path of haughtiness?
Concealer of truth, yet beholder of it too,
The coagulate of shade fears and escapes,
Across with warm bask of delicate ray,
Time's meticulous philosophy orders whoosh...it all Fades!
-Kethanramc
I mark the retreat
with unrestrained glee
Every day I wake up to see
the snow receding farther from me
Yesterday the sidewalks were suddenly clear
today patches of grass have dared to appear
Tomorrow, who knows, flowers may begin to grow
a sign that we're ready ~ for the next round of snow
A turtle dove
I landed on your chest
Widened the jagged crack
Your Heart chambers shivered
Quiet silver ripples in a
Tender Garden of Eden
Watching me, your son
Clapped his hands in orange glee
I sought some breadcrumbs
Which I found upon your stable sea
I was vanquished by the I
Within your I
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