Long Fad Poems
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8/9/16
Why settle
If I haven't yet been successful
To reaching a higher level
Forever I just may wrestle
With the devil
Until I twist them into a pretzel
Extinguishing the flames, before throwing them underneath quicksand and pebbles
Too many worlds revolving around money
It's no longer funny
Considering it's happening in every country
Meanwhile people are starving and hungry
Been struggling day to day and monthly
People on television trying to make others look bad
It's becoming rather sad
And far too much of a fad
You should be glad
And more thankful of what you have
Instead of getting mad
And attempting to prove your point through an ad
What people will do for the spotlight
At times is just not right
By: Dalton Ogletree
I dragged this cig, my brain went far gaga,
The same cigarette brand that brought me joy;
A puff, and I slipped into a pooh-Bah,
One short drag became enough to destroy.
My legs wobbled, the world around me spun,
I heaved heavily, yet relief slept still;
The fun I sought had never yet begun,
In its stead, I commenced a mental drill.
As I puffed a new cig to chase a fad,
Deeper curiosity did arouse.
How can a mere cigar torture so bad,
A dream taught me the thought in intense drowse.
Later I learned the cig was laced with crack~
The closest I came being a junkie;
That pal later picked madness in bump's track,
Why I never became a crack flunkey.
You don’t miss me
And me neither Missy
Life is full of shocks and surprises
To the foodies, everything is about business
These atypical days: power, money, jewelries
Fad, vanity, cars, valuables and properties.
Mwe, on the other hand, I am about
Love, respect, decency and a lot
Of interesting intangible stuff
You don’t think that ‘enough is enough’
Life is full of surprises and shocks
As the sea is, without a doubt, full of sharks.
Nothing under the sky is eternal
Everything under this huge tunnel
Will one day turns to fine dust
Nothing tangible is a dire must
For my ego. I care solely about humans
Knowledge, books, papers, pencils and pens.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Penny loafers; muffling, shuffling, slipping, sliding symbols of a generation.
The rings of alarm clocks, sprints to an office, and evenings in dance hall gyration.
Low, feminine shoes, a Post-War fad, that were prized for their disarming fabrication,
And preferred instead of the high-top boots, worn by men during War's mobilization.
Slaves of the feet, piously worn, softly they entered the Church of the Reverent;
Or briskly moving on tired, leather soles down the long halls of the U.S.Government.
Hail! The shimmering, scintillating coins shining brightly with romantic sentiment.
Gaudy, nerdy pennny loafers. Comfy on the feet and ready for a compliment.
craze pops like a popcorn
roasting after every season of a newborn
awaiting what it looks, feels like trying new
zapping the line or cue in askew
ends short within a year or two after brew
fad drops like a snow when you're off guard
anything new, pleasing, soft, gentle or hard
different generations had them all --
some forgotten or dated to discard
fashion in modes move silent or loud over time
accessories, clothes, gadgets, machines, activities that consume your time
shoes worn, strings, sessions, social life people embrace
holidays celebrated, hypes, hope and holograms that may float or vanish without a trace
invitations, parties, gatherings of the unified
on gates, nooks and sites that require ticket, passkey, passcode that divide
new and old craze, fads and fashion
combined in an open, classified space in tide
by Wayne Wysocki
I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate
The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur
For variation I can gnaw
This crucifer sautéed or raw,
Just as is, or baked as chips,
A smoothie blend to please my lips
But having said all that, I'll add
Too much of anything is bad,
And I've been craving, as of late,
A change of greens to grace my plate
I now peruse the produce aisle
To find the foods that make me smile
It's time to choose my next big thing
Like watercress or collards green
I'll greet my new nutrition trend
And say goodbye to you, old friend
Kale, we've had a lovely run,
But now my time with you is done.
How have you been, tell me the news,
first, where did you buy those kinky shoes?
Victim of fashion, prisoner of fad,
for better or worse, mad about it, good or bad.
Heard you're doing fine, have it made,
but, when did you get those slinky shades?
Modern mode, sartorial style, captured by trends,
it goes on for ever and never ends.
What have you done, relate all the facts,
now, where did you find that fancy hat?
New York, London, what's in what's not,
Paris or Rome, who calls the shots?
Moving up in the world, you have a chance,
tho', when did you purchase those swanky pants?
Who knows what goes on behind the scenes,
in all those glossy magazines?
Transgender is a real thing
Not a fad
Not a phase
Not a quirky attention-seeking ploy
Transgender children are sad
They want to be who they are
The wisest parents understand
If Johnny wants to be called Julie and wear dresses – okay.
Because Johnny is not Johnny inside, she is Julie.
If all transgendered children were treated with love and respect
If all parents of transgendered children understood this
It would be enough to change the world.
Transgender is a real thing
Not a fad
Not a phase
Not a quirky attention-seeking ploy
Please love your children for who they are
Please respect your children
Even if their ideas are different than mine?
Especially if their ideas are different than yours.