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Having been on my own
for the past ten years
I suppose I am set in my ways
If I’ve no planned routine
at the start of each day
I just come and I go as I may
Awaking each morn just before dawn
I can go where my mood may take me
Disliking routine I meander free
to come and to go as I please
For now there is no one here except me
with my very own idiosyncrasies
Generally I enjoy my own company
Though from time to time
seeing friends and family
is such an enjoyable treat for me
But to have someone
permanently under my roof
It would drive me insane
send my soul in a whirl
as slowly my mind
and my body unfurl
At this juncture in life
I want peace and tranquillity
No hassle
No stress
No irritability
So when I have guests
I pull out all my best
Spoiling them rotten
as we laugh and we jest
But as the days pass
and our moods start to show
It is time to bid farewell
It is time for them to go
Or frustrations
raise their ugly head
and we may say things
we should not have said
So as the old adage suggests
Familiarity can breed contempt
and living too long
with family and friends
is how a good relationship
may come to an end…
Written 14th September 2019
Contest Strand Select U
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
~ The Ways of the Forest ~
Beckons the forest
Come follow me
My winding trail
will sure delight thee
Through bush and brambles
thickets and clearings
The sun unnoticed
Earth's horizon nearing
Of a sudden, a chill
raced down the girl's spine
At the howl of the wolf
and the fox's whine
She lay herself down
close by a river
Darkness her blanket
affrighted, she shivered
*****
They say that the ways
of the forest are cruel
To that hoary old adage
this tale may add fuel
August 14, 2020
Strand Completely New (22) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
If you can’t kill them with kindness, then force feed them food
If they can’t see past your blindness, then they aren’t any good
Please remember dear child their opinion’s carry weight
And permissions are granted, if they have lost all the hate
Fortunes of gold are often lost or misplaced
Because thieves are forgetful when their running away
Our waste pits that make us cringe from disgust
Are creating some geniuses that you still will not trust
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But it is really awful when it is being misused
I will speak of the geniuses for a moment if I may
This land is their heritage, and they will own it some day
So remember the rules you learned while in your youth
And if your gonna be mean please don’t be uncouth
And if you decide implementation your thing
Never forget the corpse you must bring
Prove its been done and finally worked
And welcome to the life of the really berserk
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But it is really awful when its being misused
And of the gold that's been lost or misplaced
The thief will keep looking unless the memories erased
Its something to think about while in their cage
It occupies the mind and quells the rage
Perhaps your aware then of the crimes we commit
How we stifle the errors and find posts we can hit
So along your route in your quest for a life
Find you a haven with minimal strife
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But its really awful if its being misused
Please keep in mind that you cant feed the dead
So remember your training and don’t lose your head
Gather your tools, and all the skill that you need
Then distance yourself from those filled with greed
Hold out your hand to the net runner up
Be gracious and kind but never give up
And the last adage before I sign my name
Make sure if you win you read the rules to the game
it is a sad, sad tale indeed it is
father passed when i was but a babe
left with mother, sisters, dog, rabbits
there were three parakeets
and they all shared a commonality
they were female, still suspect the goldfish
such was life for me
mornings i had to prepare baths
hang towels, washcloths
then set the table with placings
wake my sisters for their baths
begin their breakfast
as they began to dine
prepared their clothes
cleaned the bathroom
cleaned the kitchen, wash the dishes
i cannot continue in this nightmare
later in life, i would pen this story
set it into a fairy tale
where my heart could always go
and wish this had been my life
sent it off to a publisher
low and behold they wrote
such a children's fable
we will print your story at once
joy filled my heart, my narrative told
and then the shock, the final blow
they had changed everything
even the name was gone
and the world was to be denied
the story of Cinderfella
who won the heart of the princess
and it was no pumpkin
it was a purple eggplant
the color of royalty
i am working on my next book
i dreamed i was orphaned
out of that feminine pit
found a balanced family
and such my new novel
Danne of Blue Gables
the "e" is silent
and pray my four daughters
find it entertaining
gentlemen may i share some wisdom
an adage belonging to the ages
in life there are times
from which there is, alas, no escape
OKC 6/22
Today is a new spring’s first day
Today is the birth of a new season
Today is another blessed birthday
Today is a special and memorable Sunday
Indeed, it’s a novel or a new creation
The sky is adorned, decorated with white and blue
And the same colors mirrored in the dormant ocean
The sun is charmingly shining. What a pristine view
To notice, observe and admire in the firmament anew
Oh! Very far a few constellations gleefully welcome the season
Where countless trees bloom with baby buds and colorful
Petals and sepals. Spring arrives timely; it’s wonderful
To contemplate the returns of myriads of exotic birds
That are chirping and singing songs of hope and joy
Oh! It’s fabulous to be part of such a décor and decoy
To act as young lovers in a pool of never seen colored muds
Oh! Today is the birth of a new and lustrous season
Oh! Indeed, today is the anniversary of a new person
As the adage goes, as we get older, we get more mature
We get better every day like timeless and marvelous Mother Nature
Like the forgotten wine barrels in the rustic and idyllic cellar
The new spring will conceivably bring highlights and wishes of happiness
Improved health, love, peace, laughter and more smiles of kindness.
Copyright@ March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All Right Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Impossible mission to pinpoint present
such fleeting moment instantaneously spent
according to yours truly i.e. this gent
mind boggled, intrigued, stymied...
courtesy unseen minute
(mine hoot, minoot, my newt...) agent
provocateur stealing every precious second,
whether or not satisfactorily spent
time thief absconds with
most treasured commodity
nary tell tale sign,
where he/she went
allegedly, inscrutably, seemingly...
robbing in plain sight fervent
as greased lightning
ramping, stepping, ticking up
blithely skedaddling across firmament
ratcheting frenzied temperament
upon psyche – regarding current
temporary soul searching resident
unstoppably speeding, jetting, barreling...
trigonometrically calculating tangent
severely distorted against
turbulent kaleidoscopic hallucinatory
backdrop – centripetal/centrifugal adjacent
forces compressing body electric
elongating flesh beyond infinity
diaphanous corporeal essence rent
asunder obviously self evident
Ahab bin to theorize
Pequod now to thee extent
overactive imagination lent
allows, enables, and provides
poetic license allotment
extemporizing this entire extent
stretching corpus callosum
to breaking point as well cogent
continuity fractured no different
than usual literary pablum
wariness cautionary brief adage,
when traipsing thru apparent
gobbledygook on par with
puttering around greenacres,
vis vis equivalent
ensnared within wide
webbed whirled sand trap event
chilly eroded Earth's landmasses
made of rocks and minerals
bajillion years metamorphosis refulgent
glistening silicon dioxide
in form of quartz
feldspar and mica supplement
granules ergo timeless saga never ends
or begins analogous
to Möbius strip lambent.
I'm just your happy go lucky and very care free,
absolutely miserable SOB,
who deals with his depression by trying to be funny,
in a comical approach to writing poetry,
as opposed to depressing the hell out of everybody
who may happen unfortunately to surround me.
I don't believe in that old adage, "Misery Loves Company."
Just because I always feel like crap,
doesn't give me the right to make they who surround me also feel like that.
It's true, laughter is the best medicine, but not the very best that can be.
Laughter is the better medicine for yours truly
when laughter is experienced by others but caused by me.
"Tears Of A Clown" is a song that portrays me very accurately,
oh and "I Am A Rock" is a song that was written about me specifically.
Who Am I?
I'm just your happy go lucky and very care free,
absolutely miserable SillyBilly,
who loves absolutely, sincerely and unconditionally,
the entire Poetry Soup community,
who I consider to be, in all honesty,
not only great members of this great site, but also all members of my family.
Who Am I?
... oh crap, I got nothing.
Some soldiers receive medals for their bravery in war,
Or praise for their services on ships, air, or shore.
Men and women fight for world peace,
Continuous battles that never cease.
Make love, not war is an adage,
Where is the love? when wars are savage.
Wars cause death and destruction to all.
United, we stand, divided we fall.
There are no medals or words of praise,
Or sculpture busts or honour flags were raised,
For the victims of war, who through no fault of their own,
Have lost their homes, livelihoods and families,
And struggle alone.
Alone in a world that is alien to them
A world where you lose trust in your fellowmen.
Doubt creeps in, and the truth seems to hide,
But with their strong faith that comes from inside,
These courageous, faithful, stoic folk,
Even when they are down and broke
Soldier on and endure it all,
Until they hear a ceasefire call.
Unsung heroes everyone
Who, without cover and nowhere to run,
Lived in fear every day
Praying their enemies had gone away.
The world should give a rousing cheer,
A cheer that men and creatures hear
No medals made of solid gold,
Or regimental marches to behold
Was expected from these human beings
Who are the salt of the earth
Their fight for survival
It showed their strength of character and worth.
The survivors of these war heroes
It will not be recognised.
They had to suffer in silence,
As there were so many watchful eyes,
They would not want medals,
Medals would not be right
The world could raise a glass to them
That would bring pleasure and delight
A glass full of praise and friendship, too
A symbol of unity, a vow to stay true
To each other as much as we humanly can,
It should be the purpose of every man.
When are you far right.? If for peace you call'
Where is far left..? Right now it takes my breath.'
Can't some democrats be Christian.? Who decides
On what, is what.? Like even stevens..We don"t hear
About him now, a playground adage he helped somehow?
Make it clear' yet along with kids not climbing trees, the offence of dirt
And fresh skinned knees, the label placers run amok
Handing out words the keep as stock' I see politicans
Austrian too..left the building, did Elvis get a view.? he had
His faults from what I hear.? Yet his passion for the U S
I beleive was clear.' Austrians can be the same.' Their land
Has vowed 'kein kreig' being as hitler is their shame.! And so
zelensky's session they left.. peace markers standing mute
Upon their desks.! What say you.? What do you think.?
Poets peers whats in your ink.? Wtite me something the
World is bleeding.' People are straving children dreaming
Of food of love a place thats safe.' Am i misleading? Yet war is raging in your
Face.' overtly peaceful institutions toil; to divide and
Conquer attain the land;? divide the spoils.' Their time is short
Their influence bought, the progress they offer is value naught.!
I grew up holding a dear man in high esteem,
And as strange to you as it may seem,
Though there was a plethora of heroes to be had,
My all time hero was and is my dear old Dad!
He led his family by setting a Godly example.
His loving kindness was more than ample.
Struggling through the Great Depression,
Supporting his family was his only obsession!
He was a devout believer in God and his nation,
And was always active in his congregation.
Dad was a firm believer in the Golden Rule,
Espousing that old adage teaching Sunday School!
Though he has been gone for many years,
I still think of him and shed rueful tears,
As I recall the greatest hero I know of.
Care of his family and others was a labor of love.
He made no ripples as he traveled life's rocky road,
And with many burdens his back was bowed.
Just an ordinary factory worker in the local town,
No doubt in Heaven he wears a many-starred crown!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
A tribute to my father, William John Hinshaw