An Amazing Son
I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I enjoy spending time with ya.
All my belongings will be yours one day.
You will carry out my last name.
I miss you when we're not together.
When I’m gone, I will still be with you forever.
You're growing up too fast.
Together we have a blast.
You're always eating all my food.
Never run out of nachos.
You're an amazing kid.
One day you will be a grown man.
I’m always here when you need me.
Wecould hang out and watch T.V.
You have a great imagination.
You are my son.
One day, you can read all of my writings.
Wecan go out for some chicken wings.
You always make me laugh.
All the girls will be chasing after ya.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
You can be whoever you want to be.
Try to ride this wind of hope
do not touch the depth with your feet
fall through and change your past
don't hesitate to exit but meet young you.
Trouble hunts the width of love
thinning hate hunts for attention
this is your reflection, not mine
just because i am truly blind.
Take away all that lasts and rusts
to see all the rest fall to dust
nothing must happen this fast
just have a blast don't worry.
Me and my best friend
We’ll stay side by side ‘till the end
We’ll stick together through thick and thin
Me and my best friend
We’ll all have a blast and say
COME ON LETS ALL HAVE FUN AND PLAY
Me and my best friend
We’ll never let each other down
So give me a smile and do not frown
Me and my best friend
I’ll be there for you when you need me
You know you can always trust me
When I sit alone with my memories
My mind drifts back to the early 60s
When folk music was all the rage
The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary
The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio
The Canadiana Folksingers... who?????
A six member group called The Canadiana Folksingers
Included myself and my first wife Linda
Along with two guitar players, a one-string bass
And I played the five-string banjo
Did we have a blast? Oh yah!
Made an album called “This Land Is Your Land”
And a 45 rpm single called, “Hey Jolly!”
Along with appearances on both
Of the only two Canadian TV Networks at the time
My memories of those days fill me with pride and tears
We can't go back but we can dream
About when we were young
And the world was ours to explore!
When I sit alone with my memories
My mind drifts back to the early 60s
When folk music was all the rage
The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary
The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio
The Canadiana Folksingers... who?????
A six member group called The Canadiana Folksingers
Included myself and my first wife Linda
Along with two guitar players, a one-string-bass
And I played the five-string banjo
Did we have a blast? Oh yah!
Made an album called “This Land Is Your Land”
And a 45 rpm single called, “Hi Jolly!”
Along with appearances on both
Of the only two Canadian TV Networks at the time
Memories of those days fill me with pride
Can't go back but we can dream
About when we were young
And the world was ours to explore!
A journey to the land of uncertainty
The place you find out what you want to be
You could be nervous, or excited
This is where your life is ignited
You sprout into a blessed flower
But take your time to learn your power
You could be a loner, or a peoples person
Always remember, bring your best version
There are four chapters so take your time
You will know, when it’s your prime
Take it slow because it goes fast
Enjoy your experience, have a blast
Sometimes the sadness I feel
I find it so hard to deal
With my body dying
My heart is crying
I try hard not to complain
But it's hard to explain
I love life so much
When I feel deaths touch
It makes me want to cry
Who really wants to die
But is all a part of the life we live
How much love we give
How much strength it can take
Remembering any past mistake
You want to mend
You don't want it to end
You even pretend
Time is not enough
But you hang tough
You don't want it to end ever
But you know it's now or never
Show love while you can
Be your number one fan
Go for the gold
You know you will never grow old
Enjoy while you yet live
Your all you must give
Dont settle for second best
You will pass the test
A tear falls
Nature calls
You enjoy it because nothing ever last
Have a blast
Live like there's no tomorrow.
Don't get lost in the sorrow
Find some joy to share
Yes you dare
To live life while your here
Don't give in to fear
Hold life dear
It's all you can do.
Don't be blue
Life is a gift
Sometimes you need a lift
But don't give in
That's the sin
The snow keeps falling, it doesn’t want to stop
Covering the trees from bottom to top
A blanket of beauty, but the roads are a risk
Not great for driving in the air so brisk
Shoveling is tiring, as the snow lands fast
But, great fun for kids who want to have a blast
The snow keeps falling, forecasters were wrong
Will it be the same Wednesday with next storm to come along?
Heidi Sands
1/23/23
How easily he handles things
Pouring out his joy
Without worrying over nothings
Just like a faithful busyboy
Who keeps away his anger
Though burning and crazy
Yet, it affects no one, not even an abuser
Gift is that to whoever finds it
Dear pastor, live well and stay safe
As you rock it softly together in spirit
Even when Corona stops not to chafe
As you keep enduring for Christ
Be no weary of world's trouble well spiced
Humanity shall return
To the glory of God which worth the burn
Thanks be to God for His gift in you
Stop not been genuine and true
Congratulations on your day
Have a blast setting off delay...
In New York, New Jersey, one can really feel a change
In the climate: the coming of spring, a new season.
The sun is shining more; the days are longer for a good reason.
The trees slowly start blooming; one feels a little strange,
Witnessing the pirouettes of the giant flies in the air.
It is like a circus, the birds are singing, the bees buzzing,
And the spiders doing their acrobatic moves. The toddlers dare
To leave their heavy jackets or coats indoor. Spring, spring,
Sweet spring is here. It is a spectacular show of luscious flowers.
The neighbors are mowing their lawns, so the April showers
Can wash away the salt and the frost off the grass.
There are more visitors in the parks and the elders return to mass.
Spring is a florally joyful season in the northeastern states.
There is a picnic in the park this afternoon; bring your plates,
And your cups. We’re going to have a blast; we’re going to have fun.
Spring is in the air, let‘s enjoy the cool rays of the sun.
Copyright April 1st, 2013, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
It is wonderful that you unilaterally
Decided to split up with me
Before Valentine’s Day
I am elated to make the following announcement:
The cake will be shared with my friends
The chocolate will be given to my cats and dogs
The candles will be donated to the church
My lovely mother will receive two bouquets
Of flowers and tomorrow morning
I will place three of your twelve roses
On my beloved father’s grave
And yes, we will have a blast without you.
Hebert Logerie
A fog above the river is hovering
Like a shroud of gray the bier covers
Awaiting the glorious warming sun,
Bringing fog like rising steam by noon
Lifting the soul like a resurrection,
But now, a chill over New River Gorge
‘Tis dawn awaiting the rafters’ call
Adventurers will soon have a blast.
FIRST PRIZE WINNER
Brian Strand Contest
written January 21, 2022
Information from a poem
whatever this may be,
Should be clear and sincere
for anyone to see.
Relating to the body
a title represents,
To not deceive or mislead
contents of the text.
When creating any poem
free-styling artistry,
Words often change, rearrange
unintentionally.
Hence I advise it is wise
when writing have a blast and
Don’t you fret beginning yet
just write the title last.
Hillbilly musicians don't play the drums
They use instruments that they can strum
Fiddle or blow
Why do they do this? I don't know
It must make a unique noise
When accompanied by
Fiddle, Banjo, Guitar and boys
Singing as nobody sang
With that country music twang
By their side, a bottle of Whisky and Rye
While watching those Southern Belles pass by
With a Hi-dee-hi and a Do si do
Strum those strings
And away we go
The fiddler, fiddling
Like a man possessed
The girls look stunning
In their country best
With lots of clapping
Foot stomping too
There's no rapping
It's not the thing to do
It's called a Hoedown
Where you'll have a blast
Its world renown
Sure to make you gasp
The atmosphere and music
It will make you dance and sing
You will become hooked
On this country music thing
Men like 'The Hunk' who are monogamous
Often want to remain anonymous
Partners today have a blast
Marriage is not made to last
Yet Hunk's chosen to be eponymous
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