I'm an unappreciative outsider unwilling to
bestow undeserved largesse or kudos for
sloppy "service". I express my displeasure
towards lazy incompetence; this gets me
critical complaints from dinner companions
for being "mean" to hourly workers who are
largely dependent upon gratuities from hungry
customers. I feel no obligation to reward surly
creatures I have never before encountered
nor abused. I simply want them to realize that
I will only pay for services freely rendered --
pleasant interactions with people who truly
and ably do their chosen job (they are not
indentured servants nor purchased slaves.)
They should, at least, be civil and, if not
exactly smiling, project intent to please,
to create an intentional atmosphere of
shared good humor. Let's all enjoy our
outings and be generous with the tips
we leave (when they are deserved!)
Enough said!
Witty words keep me sane
A giggle eases, life’s pain
When times are trying
Laugh through the rain
Reroute the grooves
Soften the grain
With faces stiff
A snooty drift
Good humor sees
Life is a gift
Minus a grin
Hard work won’t win
May spot the crowd
But won’t fit in
So when you choose
Smile over frown
You’ll lift the blues
A joyful sound
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Springtime, you always arrive so gently,
as high school proms bring tears of friends
who know they must soon part.
I will try not to weep of fifty-six years ago,
as I see the vision of my siblings,
and I leap through sprinklers bright
with rainbows,
I promise, Spring,
I won't cry.
Spring sonata of the bird's songs,
as I recall the natural wall of hydrangea
blossoms of mint and powder blue in
our backyard.
Royal young roses so blushed on
the white trellis.
The Good Humor truck jingled down
the street.
Neighbor's children waved large wands
with giant iridescent bubbles floating
aloft to the envy of the cumulus clouds.
Oh, springtide, you're our lively maiden
with a honeysuckle crown.
The presence of your rising moon monarch
in the eve casting her silver cherish on
weeping willows.
You sail through the ages,
but remain a debutante emerging from
the gray of winter's waning.
I promised springtime, I wouldn't cry,
but my tears are healing.
I dreamily walk by the modest little
home on the sidewalk,
the beloved place,
the streets of my youth,
spring sonata of my heart's song.
I'm in no need of my walker-
as I'm a child again. ~
“Quiver”--how soft it glides ‘tween lips and teeth,
It almost feels like breathing in a wreath;
I can’t find words that can sound as tender
Except, possibly, “flower” and “whisper.”
“Quiver”--how opposite the image it brings:
Both unpleasant and delightful feelings;
Like a sore bee sting that gives the shudder,
Or a lover’s touch that makes one shiver.
A pretty thing makes one quiver with joy,
Another quivers in anger at a ploy.
One quivers, too, on witnessing horror,
But others quiver at a good humor.
“Quiver”--what a contradictory term!
It may draw a smile or may make one squirm:
A gentle breeze that does shake the flowers,
Or raging winds that come with rain showers.
A harp’s, or guitar’s, or violin’s strings
Must quiver before music can take wings;
But when the earth quivers, how great the fright
As walls come falling no matter the height.
April 1, 2023
Among 2nd Place
Writing Challenge - ‘Q’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
#HEAD THROWN BACK...
A JOLT* OF FEEL GOOD HUMOR, ATTACKS!
STRESS REDUCES, BELLY ACHING, SHAKING AND "HOLD YOUR CHEST" LAUGHTER FEST PRODUCES...
MUCH NEEDED MEDICINE, RELEASED, THAT'S GOOD FOR YOUR SOUL...
"COMEDIC GOLD!"
I LOVE TO LAUGH!!!
ESPECIALLY UNEXPECTEDLY...
SHARP WIT, A QUIP!
JOHN LARROQUETTE (ACTOR)
COMEDIC CYNICISM, SARCASM AT IT'S FINEST DELIVERED, BUT NOT TO HURT, JUST ANOTHER OBSERVATION THAT ELICITS HIGH VOLUME LAUGHTER, WHAT A WONDERFUL SENSATION, {GOOD VIBRATION} "THAT ELATION!"
YES INDEED, I FEEL GREATFUL...
AS A HUMAN BEING TO HAVE BEEN GRANTED A "RESPONSE" SEED...
AREN'T WE ALL, AREN'T WE ALL...
SO VERY FORTUNATE, WHEN WE ARE ABLE AND WELCOMINGLY *OPEN* TO RECEIVE OUR FILL...
"WHO'S UP FOR REFILLS?" *LOL*
TO ALL COMICS, CYNICS AND EVERYDAY EXPRESSERS WHO TICKLE OUR FUNNY BONE; "THEY TAKE OUR SOULS HOME" THAT'S HEALING, {THIS OPTIMAL FEELING!} AN AWESOME APPEALING *GIFT* WE OWN!~
HOW FORTUNATE...
"MOST FORTUNATE!"
"WHAT {WONDROUS} MEDICINE*****"
ALL DUE TO A N D THROUGH LAUGHTER!~
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 2023#
How he'd made his good wife squirm
To her new brand-new apron ~ attached a worm
The most wonderful time of the year
brings to some a unique kind of cheer.
When the eggnog gets “Jacked,”*
the good humor they lacked
makes them blabber to everyone near.
*Jack Daniel's is a brand of Tennessee whiskey.
December 2, 2022
Contest: A Funny Christmas or December Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Ageing,
like good sex,
good faith,
good humor,
and/or good politics,
seems to be a focused process
Of becoming less judgmentally rejected
for the traumatized company I keep
And more happily appreciated
for surviving
the predative
and privileged potential companions
I have prudently rejected.
Summer once meant days outdoors
To soak up all the sun.
At beaches, parks or mountain towns
We frolicked and had fun.
We cooled off in a lake or pool
If there was one close by,
While treats from the Good Humor man
Made time just seem to fly.
But global warming’s turned the heat
To temps that have us fried,
So many summer days are spent
With cool A/C inside.
There was a young man named McAvity
Who resented that old Law of Gravity
He heeded a rumor
That values good humor
And now he is lifted by Levity.
A cheering squad in Utah,
At a high school, did include
A member with Down Syndrome
With a bubbly attitude.
She worked extra hard at practice
And was liked by all who cheered,
But when she received her yearbook,
Her good humor disappeared.
For the cheerleaders were pictured,
Photogenic, they were, too,
Though one member was excluded
And I’ll give you one guess who.
Seems the cameraman requested
Double seatings for the pose -
One with everyone, another…
Well, you know the way it goes.
So the one that made the yearbook
Was the photo incomplete
And it made my blood just boil
To imagine that defeat.
Though apologies were given
And accepted by the teen,
We should all join in to shout
That stunt was M-E-A-N mean!
It's snowing again by gumm.
Thought we had Jack Frost on the run.
It keeps melting and freezing,
I'm coughing and sneezing,
Early Spring in the North sure ain't fun.
The snow is a wet, sloppy mess,
And it puts my good humor to test.
When I go for a walk,
On the puddled sidewalk,
And slip down on the ice I ain't blessed.
3/2/2021
Purity of countenance, fellowship of praise,
kindling of braided wax and flaming wicks.
Feel, smell, see, hear, taste
— for the Lord is good.
Soaked in wine, spices, candle and prayer —
cordiality stirred with gentleness and kindness.
Pot-stirrers of all that is good —
smiles, good humor and tongue.
Havdalah!
12/13/2019
Good humor invariably joust kneads...
snaking thru thicket of dense verbiage
lurks unsuspecting whopping belly laugh
unexpected tickling sensation smidge
suppressing guffaws verbose autograph
sneaky titters rustle pampas grass blades
contagious hilarity infectious
webbed woven linkedin hubbub buzzfeeds glades
innocent bystander adventitious
audiological accompaniment
extemporaneous choral delight
glorious fauna bursting bit torrent
blissful soundgarden electrifies night
encore performance generates applause
punctuating shrine till darkness withdraws.
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