disappointment once held me by my neck
threw me on the ground
stomped me in the face
but then I realized I was the culprit
taking life’s disappointments out on myself
the bully was me
I was a verbal bully to myself also
crawling into a depression and funk that kept me down
in the house, with blinds drawn
not wanting to see anyone or do anything
this was self-imposed, and did not do me one ounce of good.
the more I lambasted and berated myself, the worse I felt
This all changed when I became a mother
the joy of toddlers spun me into a chameleon
they taught me that every day your attitude and joy is up to you
disappointments happen, but you do not have to beat yourself up
Jesus said “let a child lead you” and I let three of them lead me
Learning along the way my attitude and feelings are up to me
and me alone.
Shel was a pecksniffian, hypocritical goody-do.
Acted like most people were gum on her size ten shoe.
Her daughter Sue brought home a nice guy named Lonnie Lou
With pharisaical precision Shel lambasted him red and blue
A year later Sue ran off with Lonnie Lou to Kalamazoo
Shel has never met her granddaughters, Laurie Lynn or Linda Lou
She is not likely to ever meet them either, confided Sue
What she did to me, I will never let her do to my two.
A brand new candidate got elected
The present incumbent got ejected
Lambasted and rejected
‘Tis another novel dawn in America
‘Tis another extraordinary day at the plaza
Of love, unity, justice, far from any drama.
The streets are full of happy citizens
The children are playing safely in the streets
Bring the flags; bring the food and the sheets
To have festive barbeques under the tents
‘Tis the time to be elated
A new President got anointed.
There is a patriotic rainbow in the sky
America's nightmare is indisputably over
Our hope is well, reborn, alive and high
‘Tis another dawn of togetherness and power
Power to the People who've been yearning for better days
Long live America! It's time to wane the blaze and the haze.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Riding a rooster all the way to Easter town
Makes the work seem easy said a strange clown.
Who is that girl? Why is she the one getting to ride?
His mother lambasted him, taking him back inside.
You don’t make fun of people; your jealousy is showing.
The rooster was strutting, doing a teensy bit of crowing.
Girl on his back was loving her seat so high in the sky.
We never figured out though who chose her and why.
The day The Eagle is defeated
The incident shall be repeated:
All transmitting stations televise it,
The rarely praised tongues loosen in wit!
Born - to - Rule Valiant of All Seasons
To be lambasted for four reasons:
Who had off switched its amazing wings
Or had God said "it's time to spoil things"?
What had it done to matchless vision
Begun to things sights in division?
Could Mortifying Beak go on strikes,
Suddenly curve less because this likes?
What can have happened to stunning speed:
Rehearsals ended that would it feed?
The day The Eagle is Defeated
Furnace of 'Why' shall be reheated.
The Remotest cause solicited
The sweetened truth not prohibited.
The esoteric couple had a night on the town.
And, wow, they were so totally wasted.
Neither aspirin nor Alka-Seltzer, will ever
Repair the health, that both lambasted.
Nor would any marijuana do the trick!
Those fools even tried potent Thai-Sticks?
Live long and prosper,
P.Romios
8/6/2022
THE SHIPWRICKERS:
The passengers don't feel okay with the rider,
As the journey don't seem so right.
Some are feeling very worried,
As it's been bad from the genesis of this lap,
Straight down with so many emphasis,
Due to what's going on there in the ship.
Wise men are rejected jointly with their ideas,
Good men are lambasted anytime they appear.
Their compasses and maps are not reasonably revered,
By the shipwreckers who don't see their value,
And the common passengers are enduring the agony,
The solutions are laid askew.
The chief rider and his team are on the balcony,
Refreshing themselves with larceny.
The ship is wrecking gradually,
And the lives of the passengers don't matters them,
Since they can join a different ship with their households;
At anytime, anyday with just the ink of a pen.
Their accounts are corruptibly bankrolled,
So they care not if the passengers are marooned.
Affirmatively, this chronicle is not assumed,
But a reality that is rightfully presumed.
Chalk up the above
tummy knocker round
motley fool whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the Golden Fleece
shielded me against
Tormentors of Torghast even after
becoming gratefully dead,
struck by lightning bolts well greased
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed
Scottish tartan mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this April 6th, 2022 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
Why Me, Why Not?
Written: by Miracle Man
August 23, 2021
Lord, make us perfect in every good work,
so that what you see will be well pleasing.
Help us witness to others, and duty not shirk,
and with peers, our demeanor appeasing.
For what we do for you is never in vain,
Though at times our good deeds seem wasted.
If not done through force but always in fain,
though undeserving, we won’t be lambasted.
When tempted to utter the words, why me?
think of the cross, and In gratitude just say, why not.
Tom
found it hard to bare
when riding in a wheelchair
should handle with care
trump does seem to stink
had seen him when he would wink
slid down drain in sink
death perpatrated
that they initiated
had been ill fated
no longer pollute
vaccine in arms they should shoot
Trump things did dispute
Trump always gambles
turned country into shambles
on golf course rambles
never gave a rip
out of office we should ship
send Trump on long trip
Trump did loose his mind
not patient or ever kind
he has big behind
seemed so nice and brave
McCann rolled over in his grave
to Trump still a slave
Trump had been distraught
lied and cheated and was caught
round peg in square slot
what we forecasted
by Trump would be lambasted
too long had lasted
Was stingy and dingy
lethargic lacking energy
caused by allergy
picture depicted
Trump addicted and convicted
from White House evicted
chiggers get under my skin
biting me harder than I have ever been bitten
I feel an orange glow chastising my acceptance
but what can I do? They own the tall night grass
bullfrog bellows at me in a belligerent way
I feel lambasted and irritated
cat fishing has never been so mean
One of my biggest pet peeves in the world
When I was in sixth grade was that Mrs. Tuttle
allowed Danny Kridelcome to shout out answers
But if I did it she chopped off my head with a machete.
If I become a teacher I vowed, I will never do that.
Danny would give me a look of pure “haha” before he shouted
Knowing I would also shout, and I would be duly lambasted.
This was 1966, when a student did not challenge a teacher.
Day after day Danny and I would blurt out the answer.
And day after day I would get sliced and diced,
while he received praise. A world where girls do not shout out.
I was a rebel; I could not stop, so did not.
One day when I was teaching a fourth grade class I realized
For the first time that I was letting the boys shout out,
So glad they were participating, but when the girls did it
I was FURIOUS and I was chiding, and shaming them
Because the girls ALWAYS answered.
I tried to go back into my mind to try and remember
how long I had been doing it.
Thankfully my memory failed me,
reducing my shame at my own prejudice.
i.
like a genii released from a bottle
I pranced around in my all together
feeling a mirth I never feel during a waking moment
Dali surreal, and eager to begin my fantasy
ii.
spirit guide was being lambasted by my committee
why can you not control that one? They asked
forgetting I am the boss of me
and lithium does not settle me down
iii
dog dreams of happier days
before her arthritis
when she could chase the cat chasing a mouse
she smells the grass in her sleep
iv.
monsterously dark entity tries to interrupt
hoping to lead me down the demonic path
feeling a certainty I am close now
v.
from my perch on the ceiling
I see a body lying on the bed
wondering who is next to my dog
she is almost ready my spirit guide whispers
devil and she begin wrestling over my silver cord
Defeated , deflated,
despondent, degraded,
All fun out the door,
Am I mad to want more?
Hyenas all circling,
Baying and burbling,
They hunt for a thrill
The chase and the kill.
Bombarded, lambasted,
Prodded and tested,
My world pandemonium,
Surrounded by odium.
I've worked and I've tried
For greatness I've strived,
So little compassion
Today's angry fashion.
All I now say,
All I now do,
Battered and burned,
No sympathy earned.
Yet on I go,
I toil and I sow,
For a better tomorrow
Masking my sorrow.
But let the chips fall,
I'll weather this squall,
I'm great at this game
Who then will they blame?
Enough of golden daffodils, romance and paths not taken
Let's lend poetic airing to a subject quite forsaken.
An opportunity's emerged to give a little plug
To that much lambasted creature called the common garden slug.
Though snails have stirred the poets' muse on many an occasion,
The slug has been subjected to a poesy evasion.
No poet worth his salt would waste much time on this intruder;
A slimy, homeless gastropod and shameless gunge exuder,
Repellent garden wrecker with a squirming gloopy tail
Which lathers lubrication in a sticky winding trail.
But just to be contrary have you ever stopped to think
How an absence of these creatures would create a mighty stink?
They go about their business eating signs of plant decay
And help the ecosystem in a beneficial way.
The hedgehogs, frogs and badgers, salamanders birds and shrews
Would view their disappearance as quite catastrophic news.
So next time you are tempted to dismiss them as a pest
Take pity on the homeless and give naked slugs a rest!
20.05.20
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