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Yes, it's about time someone sets this Worldly 'RECORD' straight...
you have risen to our 'Bad Boy List' done things to control others,
we're watching you on TV - Bad Boy 'Russia' a day will come I can't wait
Bad Boy 'China' yes, we made you a superpower, thinking you can get away
with anything, not to realize someday you have to answer to God & USA...
you're proud to make a 'Monkey' of us all, then you can go into space today...
bad boy 'Korea' "Rocket Man" are you for real; Your like a fly in this ointment
of life, trying to bully other countries, for what no-good reasons anyway...
with rockets you spend assets, instead of providing a quality of life not torment
do you bad boys think this world will continue to turn a cheek are weak, or sick
on our record we have space, have 'WON' that race for this entire human race...
our satellite's,'L' Gattlin G technology with 'LAZERS' can shoot down yours quick
Little Charlie was a seven year old who was picked on in school because of his
height. Some of the kids would poke fun at him and call him Shorty Charlie. His buddy Brian would always tell the bullies to knock it off. Charlie always felt awkward because Brian would always come to his rescue and he himself wanted to stand up to the Bullies... Charlie lacked confidence and he dreamed for the day of getting even with them. Bobby the Bully had it in for him. Charlie couldn't wait for Halloween because he was going to dress up like a Superhero Superman and walk on stilts and be tall and Powerful and get even with Bobby and his accomplices. He thought that's what he must do to stop them from bullying him. He couldn't wait for Halloween. Halloween had finally arrived and Charlie and Brian headed out together as best friends Trick Or Treating. Then afterwards to a School Halloween Party.
The Night was Erie as the Full Moon shined,
as Little Charlie had one thing on his mind.
The two boys headed into the dark of the Night.
Tired of being made fun of. He was going to
do what was right.
Walking as Superman with stilts on his feet.
Gave him confidence to win and achieve.
His poor little feet hurt as he walked on those stilts.
He had to endure because of his strong will.
Brian said to Charlie, "You don't have to do this."
Charlie replied, "Thanks Brian, but I'm not a sis."
Just when he said this he looked up to see.
It was Bobby the Bully getting a Treat.
He knew it was him from the sound of his voice.
As he shook inside to confront this bad boy.
He got scared for a moment, as he was going to confront.
Then approached him like he had never done.
Like Superman he asked Bobby "Do you know who this is?"
Bobby had a puzzled demeanor, and asked, "Who is This?"
" I am Superman to you." Charlie replied,
and landed a punch to Bobby's right eye.
Bobby fell to the ground and started to cry.
Charlie took his stilts and mask off, and asked,
"Are you all right?!"
When Bobby saw who it was, he said," Is that you Charlie?"
Charlie responded, " I am Superman to you, Bobby."
Michael Tor
Senselessly, you talk
You ramble on...ears do bleed
Listen to the heart stomps
Thoughtlessly, you think
You smell the stench of ancient Dust and sand...it sinks
Into your nostrils
Suddenly, a change of mind
Buds into forced change
Consideration
Is what you don't have right now
Gained recognition
You'll gain back your pride
As long as confidence rules
Get humility!
Good qualities rust
You kicked me into the dust
Bust good moves - a mist
Stolen sensation
Don't worship vain gods, just Him
Revealed sullen feet
Barefoot to the core
Cats don't have 9 lives, but more
Carve your eyes on trees
Feline fleas bite me,
Sucking up the bitter blood
Innocent, good blood
Not bad boy gone good
I have done so many wrongs...
~~~Drifting away-ay~~~
Press your paw prints here
Match it up with my sandals,
Sullen like my cheeks
I turn the other cheek,
Knowing that my bodyquake
Ain't on fleek...fooled geek...
Jerk, nerd, geek, turd, dumb -
Those insults don't mean a thing
Some terms above - smart!
Friends are on a ship
But, it rocks back and forward -
Kicking off sandals,
The waves carry them
Instead of float, they sunk...ah!
The shore is no more
We transported stuff
From wild sea to reckless sea
We trade and give up
Barrels of wheat grain
And buckets and buckets of...
Gold that never sinks
Topics and subjects
Changed in a blink of an I
Eye still hear my ex,
E-e-Echoing
Through the blasted breeze of please...
Look at these paw prints
Tend a gorgeous garden...
You're observing these details;
At last, seeing truth !
With all my movie friends, and tv too, vanishing,
I turn my attention to the brat pack. Brandishing life.
Ally, Molly, Judd, Spader, Cusack, Gray and more.
Out of Bounds on my screen, terrifying, a thrill ride.
Or I could loopity-loop The Breakfast Club, burns
sizzling, redefining the bad boy, who pierces his ear
with a precious diamond from the popular girl.
Sutherland scared us, Sheen made us feel unclean.
One killed us with fangs, fear and freedom.
Charlie fooled around. My husband didn’t want to meet him.
My sisters met Andrew after I left, what?!
I had just watched Weekend at Bernies…again.
Just like in Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life
“I want to live again…” so I’m drawn
to the shows where the actors are still alive.
I can watch delightful and happy classics
that bring me down, I’m not as far behind.
Those old people are not the same old people
from my youth! Like my granddaughter, once said,
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
I think I’ll settle back and get Pretty in Pink
or deadpan Grosse Pointe Blank.
Back in the Blockbuster day could have thrown
the Brat Pack in my backpack and zoned
out!
Once there was a girl, little hood,
She was a fine mamma, looking good.
Hood decided to take a walk
Didn’t see the wolf watching her like a hawk.
Mesmerised by her swinging ass
He trailed behind watching her sway with class
He said “I gotta have a piece of hood,”
“That ass is juicy and good for food.”
Suddenly he stopped with a frightful stare
Across from her was mamma, papa and baby bear.
The notorious trio who did goldilocks
Just down the road about three blocks
Wolf said “I’m not gonna stand for this.”
The Wolf now was getting pissed.
He draws his ooze and colt 44
Rat a tat tat mama , papa and baby no more.
Smoke clears and he sees hoods’ on the floor
“F--k!” he screams “I killed my wh-re.”
She stirs and looks at him with a smile,
Hood says “Bad boy tonight you get to do d--gystyle.”
You were never an old soul,
your blood was made of neon piss.
Bullets embedded in your bones.
With fiery hair and eyes of light green
stiletto schemer supreme.
You got away with most everything.
They couldn't see beyond those car crash curves.
But I could feel your heavy soul
and deep blue scars
layers of armor
double-bolted heart.
You let me peek in once or twice...
into a room of plastic flowers
and wounded butterflies...
You tossed me aside after I patched your wings...
and watched you fly away.
After all, you were addicted to bad-boy indifference.
I paid too much attention to keep you forever...
I pray you made it to heaven
my one-winged burnt butterfly.
The letter l minuscule
Is taller than I majuscule
A.I.
Has more than one eye
Are you baffled or confused?
Are you troubled or amused?
A.I. is the elephant in the sky
Watch out for the evil eyes
A.I. was invented by zealous spies
A.I. is in the sky. A.I. is ubiquitous
Everybody is talking about this phenomenon
Nobody knows if A.I. is an angel or a demon
Yet, this bad boy or bad girl is complex and audacious
A.I. is flying high
Like a lie in the sky.
P.S. Leave AI alone.
Copyright © September 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Feeling great, feeling happy, feeling keen,
feeling snappy, better than some years.
The other side of the table cannot stop crying,
fully concentrating on his sadness.
This could have some other counselors feeling badly,
but I sense crocodile tears.
Chuckling within, marveling at his talent. It is a fantastic day!
I think as we sit, he and me.
I have tried all of my tricks, none of them have worked.
He is sniffle-crying, gives a little twerk.
Silently jumping for joy, dancing and twirling away,
on the other side of the table, is me.
My feelings are fine, they are smarter than I,
almost on fire. I am not a bit blue.
He is giving me the eye now; a tiny glare is beginning.
He is determined to ruin my day.
I sit here writing, waiting for his list of ten
good things that he likes to do.
He wails and he whines, but I do not react.
So he gives a deep sigh and picks up a pencil.
We write in silence, this drama queen and I.
We write fast and hard, a race for us two.
He was probably goaded into listing some things by my intentional
lack of interest. Totally trained in outwaiting children, I plan to win.
I explain that he has to stop listening to the
green monster inside his head.
The worst scenario entity that tells him
he is a bad boy and should be dead.
I have spoken to his mother six times today.
She tells me he likes to come up here to play.
We sit in silence, he and I. Him thinking of every
worst scenario, and me feeling like a spy.
I talk and he listens, and there is a breakthrough.
But the second he gets settled a tiny bit down,
He begins wailing and shrieking, to try and get out of math class,
for he does not like to round, multiply, add or divide.
I can relate, because I detest math, I have an unnatural fear of it.
And so we dance, he and I, almost daily, and ......
Always during math class.
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
I am a bad, bad, BAD boy
*** and NC-17 qualified,
I frequent the easy streets in leisure zone
and walk with a swagger.
I own my time
I own my dreams
I have my own plans,
I am the center of my domain--
I, Me and Myself,
I don't waste my time
to appease nobody,
I know what I want and
ain't afraid to go for it,
I don't just sit and mope
I got to get up and get going.
I am a bad, bad boy,
I don't suffer fools easily
Nor a politician or a priest,
I'm impatient with small talks
wading through friendly BS.
I am honest and don't beat around
the bush – foreplay is a waste of time,
I go for the main show!
I am cocky and like to tease--
A lighthearted back-and-forth
keeps a relationship passionate and fiery,
I engage in verbal swordplay.
I am a bad, bad boy
I don't want to get caught praying
or coming out of a confession,
Neither would I like to be seen
drinking beer or champagne,
A Jack Daniel's on-the-rock kinda guy,
Hair messy and a slight stubble,
least to smile, chewing a dead cigar,
Twinkle in my eyes, a gold tooth,
adorned all over with pledge-of-love tattoos
I'll stand up for my girl and fight,
For I am a bad, bad, BAD boy
But, a good, good, GOOD man!
~Casarah Nance contest, Prompt 2