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Familiar awakenings as when in BEAUTIFUL PARADISE
Might be true if heart feels as such when rusty of exercise
Lyrics of singing nightingale, embalmed LOVE BUG, were never JUST FOR ME
As in rapping of a drum heard everywhere but not for all to see
Memories when everything became so much clear
Empty handed return from a sailing trip and it was ALL SO REAL
To subconscious, what was ALWAYS KNOWN
Tightly lidded lest might tarnish the dream gown
Not a seasoned candidate to stay afloat for another unwelcomed episode in TIME TRAVEL
Missing the nonrefundable emptiness in soul upon loosing the gamble
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.
He has no laser vision, and he lacks the gift of flight.
He has no rocket car to drive; his clothes aren’t even tight.
He's a stranger to Metropolis and Gotham’s out of reach
So he spends a lot of time just South of Erie’s beach.
He fell from space and landed hard, in Cleveland, USA.
It’s not somewhere he’d choose to be, if he could have his way.
He thinks Ohio's pretty drab, and something’s gotta change
perhaps he’ll run for president; come now…it’s not THAT strange.
He can start in NYC, a sleepy little town…
to test the slogan that he’ll use: America, Get Down.
He’ll fix his tie, and light a smoke; he'll practice his quack-fu.
The platform that he's running on is always-tell-it-true.
Trump vs. Clinton’s getting old, those two both really suck.
So next year when you’re at the polls, vote: Howard the Duck!
05/27/15
Entry for Comic Book Characters
Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
*edited 9/16 to reflect the appropriate Republican (debatable...but whatever) candidate.
Caustic fears,
Campaign smears,
A candidate faking tears.
Spewing lies,
Employing spies,
No one willing to compromise.
Platforms,
Reforms,
Recruiting in college dorms.
She’s a bore,
He’s at war,
No one knows what we’re fighting for.
Take a stand,
Shake a hand,
Spreading rumors about the man.
Red states
Blue states
Pregnant chads in debate.
Filibust,
Loosing trust,
Does anyone really care about us?
Socialized,
Criticized,
Citizens are polarized.
Impeached,
A promise breached,
Nice lessons for us to teach.
Pass the hat,
Diplomat,
Why didn’t I think of that?
Politicians,
Full of sins,
In the end, who really wins?
Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden
Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's pace schlepped
finally proclamation emancipation
gave reasonable rhyme yours truly to ejaculate
(not prematurely), subsequently I leapt
into the air, and kept
myself aloft completing
one after another sumersault and except
for minor nuisance of gravity
nevertheless landed feet first and crept
back into mine mancave adept
to survive alone in the wilderness.
Seventy four million popular votes
tallied across country,
gives ample reason to grind hips and bump,
(cuz the most votes
cast for any presidential candidate in history),
which Republican contender finally plopped
hook line and anchored
courtesy Taj Mahal replica sinker
into dustbin of history
good riddance electorate voted out
loutish oaf, which voters chose to dump
best mandated to cavort with zoot suited frump
on any given Wednesday available to hump
rotund barenaked lady merging
into humongous protoplasmic lump.
Caught red handed concerning
more'n where's the beef
stole 2016 election
under nose of Hillary Clinton
abused role, when tasked
as commander in chief
good ole Charlie Brown nemesis
caused nothing but grief,
hence yours truly quite elated
upon occasion when figurative new leaf
turned over and booted out
as more onerous than Baghdad thief.
Hit the ground running
with nary a second to waste
Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and company
proving their steely eyed mettle
after victory lap Democrats did taste
usher in COVID-19 game plan
bolstering pandemic defences
where prior administration sorely misplaced
priorities United States Lady Liberty
wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently
her reputation disgraced.
Hope springs eternal - ah tis amazing grace
yours truly suddenly brimming with optimism
able bodied diverse cabinet to erase
formerly inept sycophants with intentions base
running amok within White House
at long last competent candidate won the race
adieu Donald Trump, who
did disappearing act at Mar-A-Lago without a trace
sore loser teed off absent American
delivering his humiliating defeat coup de grâce.
Legacy of good name*
blest by the Lord since birth
shines through functional roles
midst triumphant milestones
propelled along love's might
reigning despite fake news.
With such verse, I present this name for our learning:
L.…. Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva became the first president of Brazil
elected to three terms and the first since Getúlio Vargas to serve in non-
consecutive terms. He is also the first candidate to unseat an incumbent
president. He was sworn in on 1 January 2023.
U…..Ultimate in his commitments are the reconstruction of the
country in the face of the economic crisis; democracy, sovereignty and
peace; economic development and stability; fighting poverty; education;
implementation of a National System of Culture and the expansion of
housing programs.
L….. List of his international honours and awards included the
UNESCO Félix Houphouët-Boigny Peace Prize in 2008; meanwhile in 2012
he received Four Freedoms Award.
A…..Although he has his losses like his pinkie finger at age 17 in a
machinery accident, his reputation because of corruption scandals and
controversy, he can still choose to win by faith when he trusts the
Almighty God** Who is the Source of salvation-triumph and eternal life's
victory.
*Proverbs 22:1 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.
**1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, [be] honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
March 21, 2022
Edited on May 10, 2023
12th place, "They say he's a loser" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick; judged on 5/14/2023.
In the silence between battles, where echoes fade into the dust of forgetting,
War weaves its tale, a silent dialogue between shadows and flames,
What are your plans, oh war, what surprises do you prepare for us in the shadows,
Where do you see yourself in a month, in five years, when silence will fall?
Let's talk about your childhood, about how your fires were born,
Do you feel you are here because of your mother's hand or your fierce father,
Can you explain this hiatus, this X of years erased from your fiery career,
Do you await heirs in the scorched fields, what ambitions truly define you?
Would you choose to rule the entire world or focus on the perfection
Of a single kingdom, where silence would be currency exchanged in palms?
What makes you a better candidate than those who have seen more markets,
Than those who have felt more ash in their weary nostrils?
Regarding compensation, do you feel this number would do justice to your flames,
I must say your references are impressive: recommended by worms,
Now comes the real question: how are we in conversation,
How do we speak when silence should be our only answer?
War laughs in the shadows, an echo among the ruins of an uncomprehended world,
For in this perpetual dialogue, words are weapons and peace an illusion,
We wonder how we are here, conversing with shadows, embracing them,
When silence is a fragile bridge between us and the memories that do not fade.
If it wasn't for the old Poetry Soup
Keeping my brain active and alive
I'd be a candidate for an old folks home
My mind is in overdrive
Still got lots to say and do
Before my final day of departure
This old world should sit up and take notice
And that is just for starters
My brain is literally bursting apart
Waiting to share what I've learned
Mistakes I've made and things I did right
And how my heart still yearns
To relive those special moments
When my life was a new adventure
Those happy times while riding the crest
Such a zestful joy to remember
Poetry Soup allows such things
To express our gratitude in rhyme
For a life complete with happy memories
An experience oh so sublime
© Jack Ellison 2015
Vote for me I'm your man, honest tom Watson
I'm for the membership me ,awesome tom Watson
loyal to the party and to our leader,I'm your best option tom Watson
the listening candidate . that's me tom Watson
Oh you have voted now , aren't you mugs ,I'm tom Watson
well the members are stuffed now you voted for me, yep its tom Watson
loyalty for fools and our leaders a tool says good old tom Watson
Listen to you, your having a laugh, I'm tom Watson
well have we got news for you your going to lose , tom Watson
it's the labour party not the MP's party, up yours tom Watson
members don't like Politician's that lie that's you tom Watson
hear this you need to go tom Watson !
vote for Jeremy Corbyn
She turns me around
Forty years ago
At High School graduation
And she says…
Something I can’t remember
It was probably something like,
‘Well, lookit that!’ or
‘Boy, Howdy!’ or
Some such encouragement
And… though I cannot remember it
Now, I would not part with it
For all the treasures riding
In all the ships on the sea
Music!
She gave me music!
Wagner and Mendelssohn
Beethoven and Duke
Ella Fitzgerald and Leontyne Price
But never the other stuff
Which she called ‘that crap’…
We could laugh
When my dad got angry
He was so ridiculous
Beating the air with his fists
But when MOM got angry
The house went still
Everyone like rabbits hoping to blend in
Once I said a certain word
And she slapped me so hard
That my ears rang for three days
She wasn’t going to take
Any LIP from her children
And ESPECIALLY not THAT… WORD…
Now she is on medication
That makes her loopy
Just a month after I finished
Reading her Harry Potter
With all of the voices
And it looked as though
Her cognition was improving
But her bones are soft
And her spine
It’s a good strong spine I can tell you
Is cracked in two places
She is not a candidate for surgery
So broken it will remain
Unless it heals by itself
I believe in the power of Prayer
So a heart condition
Two strokes
And a Chronic Obstructive
Pulmonary Condition
And a broken back
Are not beyond healing
Human minds though respond sometimes
Only to math
And the math
They say
Only adds up one way
But I prefer art
Which my mother gave me
And which is subject
To interpretation
Maybe this
And
Maybe that
On her last day on earth
My brother says
He will ask
Do you want to talk
About your plan?
And
He says
She will say
Why on earth would I want
To do that?
I am not going anywhere…