Long Fans Poems
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Whittled skittled Bazball skint
Belittled lost the glint of Clint
Have a dig make my day big hint
Whatever they say never skinflint
In every stint we will always sprint
Hope dope blueprint trope's mint
The jibber jabber about the Gabba
White knights or ghoulish frights
Stagefright day night under lights
Highlights or more foolish flights
In the ascendancy have that tendency
Heresy or do they deserve clemency
Jealously let them preserve their legacy
Lose again barricaded in the Embassy
Stokes blokes smokes with their high jinx
Ben’s mens sneaky kinks find the chinks
Bazball minx in sync with cheeky winks
Glasses clinks as fans sinks their drinks
Nearly boys ploys bring us back from the brink
What do you think ..will our envoys annoy shrink
Another pity ditty in a sweltering city.. sh**ty stink
Or blink ignore the noise....spurred on by the slurs
Purrs like the Psychedelic Furs..joys of Pretty in Pink?
I wonder what it would be like
to be invisible, when you chose
just think of all the zany crazy things
that you could get up to, if you were
Like going and sitting on the throne
the one in Buckingham Palace
not the one in the closet
pretending you were queen
Nah!! That is not for me
too like being a goldfish
maybe sit in at state meeting
oh no, what a bore that would be
I know take part in a rock concern
now that would be oh so cool
standing there with fans galore
going crazy as the music takes hold
Sneaking into a brothel to watch
and learn some new moves
Nah!! way too tacky by half
do you know what? I ask
Maybe it would be no fun
unless you were a spy
then most useful it would be
but for me I will stay visible
Larghissimo
very slowly; slower than largo Capsaicin
protect the legs of cowboys while
riding horses and when walking
through rough landscapes. Leather
is a thick and durable material
that is hard to penetrate
may want to use incognito
to keep their personal life
separate from their professional life
A way of expressing the number of times
when it seems we are trailing along without
the others need to wish to be victorious
Scruffy, tough with an eagerness to succeed
pending the way my partner feels
my over functioning has caused me to resent
my current condition even though still respect
the person I have partnered with
Seeing so I stepped aside one night
to allow this person to shine
we forwent our collaborated partnership
to allow him to showcase his talents
against the best in the World
It was said that the person to dethrone this guy
would be seen as one of the greatest competitor
I lacked the support to full grasp my situation
and put his needs first
opportunity had past me by
but luck ws my fortune
as he had to forfeit due to the same
issues we had before
I was allowed to challenge even though
our partnership was stable
it would be a championship contest
that both promotion and fanbase would ask
to keep it way above the line
and show the worlds how great a championship contest could be
I wore my chaps and mask
and promised if I won I would unselfishly
demask and show the world who there champion is
unlike my partner who would be my challenge
I stood to lose might I gain
The match was for him to forfeit
but he said he would do so after
a twenty minute challenge
if he wasn't defeated he'd hand the title over to me
Four minute twenty nine seconds
I became champion and demasked just like
I had Promised!
Beauregard Capsaicin
World Championship Titlist
six months later the brawl began when
one guy said
"see ya'll at least I love my fans"
Guitfiddle verse Capsaicin
The End of The Terrific Two
Written by:Pogust Mancey
of the BigCity Cowboys
From outfield judging eyes await your plight,
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven.
Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled...
tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not.
Cauldron-like blood boiled, fever'd swing loyal,
now away to skies, all eyes on prized swat.
Faithfully she watched from merciful stands,
clouds roll away from fancy, fated rush.
His chance to meet life, alone in her hands,
though startled by a bat's powerful crush.
Will you strike true in life's bewilder'g plan,
carried on shoulders of heavenly fans?
A super seismic year
Eargasmically one to revere
Sweet pulsating sounds
Bebop starting to slow down
Yes! A new, brand new form from an "OLD"
A new form that is undefined but feels good to the soul
A new direction that's unclear;
Improvisation is supreme with creativity filling the atmosphere
1959
A year so divine
One of a kind
Built to stand the test of time
Feeling "Kinda Blue", so I'm gonna take some "Time out."
Miles and Brubeck delivering now, and fans beginning to see what this is all about
Oh, yeah! "Mingus Ah Um"
"The Shape of Jazz to Come"
Charles and Ornette standing tall, too
Jazzing on a musical flight to a "New"
Liftoff to the 'Birth of Cool'
Flying high and jazzing through music's vestibule
Then there is mighty 'Mambo de Cuco' in sweet and savory 'Sabroso.'
Santamaria serves zesty flavors to enliven the palate, which makes it hard to say no
Yes!
1959
A year so divine
One of a kind
Built to stand the test of time
“It's gettin' hard to please 'em
You start to feel the rub
You know it isn't easy
Well, welcome to the club
Come on and join us in the club.”
– Joe Walsh
The marquee glares with brilliant light.
A talent takes stage to delight.
Too many hours, too long the show
Painful pressure in too hot glow.
How much more can they surely take
before they crumble and then break?
They are ever pressured for more
and always seem stressed to the core.
What more is left after they give
memories for fans to relive?
Choking on their artistic fame,
each breath becomes a burning flame.
Fraught with fear of losing the edge.
closer and closer they get to the ledge,
Woefully, they bend, twist, and crack;
pushed too far to ever come back.
Might 27 be given
to those depressively driven?
Another club’s members alive;
the ones who struggle, yet survive.
Whenever night comes, I do empty my worries
Till the next dawn of another day for music-
Listening to its pleasure in meter and rhythm;
Work out on papers while driving all thoughts a lorry...
Thinking of who created thought in its simple plight
When designation form its shape to writing pieces:
Which beautifies memories of heart's running stream
Where loneliness swims in care and cheer.
Why will I stay in prison?
When the door is so wide open
To the precious silent moments of the night
Where thinking can bring joy
And ease the pressure in meditation corner to store
The best way challenges are tackled for living
Night fans the smoke of my desires to flame
And there, I receive visions to own the future.
It is Good Friday
Remember, remember
When, for Jesus, everything was nasty and sour
When things were very bad for Jesus
Yet, we don’t say: bad Friday
Afterwards, so everything could be good for us
Jesus was slapped
Jesus was kidnapped
Jesus was humiliated
Jesus was insulted
Jesus was beaten, kicked and hit
From head to feet
Jesus was shackled and handcuffed
Jesus could not even cough
Jesus was ostracized
Jesus was crucified
Like many Blacks and Africans
Like many brothers and sisters with dark skin
Yet, the heart of Jesus was pure and very clean
Jesus had no friends and no fans
Jesus was falsely accused
Jesus was mistreated
Jesus was immolated
Many criminals were amused
Many Satanists and perpetrators had fun
With God’s only Begotten and Special Son
Who had endured pain and suffering like a slave
Yes, yes, Jesus was absolutely brave
Yes, yes, Jesus was innocent
Jesus was resilient, too decent and too pleasant
It is Good Friday
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Every day is a Good and Beautiful day
Amen, Amen, let’s reflect on the Day
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Remember, remember
When things went very bad for Jesus
Who died for our sins, Who died for us
Yes, Jesus is still standing with us
Jesus is God’s Unique and Special Son
Watch the moon and enjoy the Sun.
Copyright © April 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Your last name said it all, you were the best.
Because of you, the entire world was blessed.
You have left this world at the age of eighty-eight.
Your life is something that we should all celebrate.
For six years you dazzled us as Rosco P. Coltrane.
You died but your reruns will continue to entertain.
You starred in a few episodes of Bonanza and twice on the Andy Griffith Show.
You entertained us for several decades and all of your fans hated to see you go.
Talent should've been your middle name.
It's not surprising that you found fame.
You starred in a Twilight Zone episode and in Firecreek.
You will never be forgotten because you were unique.
(Dedicated to James Best who died at the age of 88 on April 6, 2015.)
The original Browns are not in Cleveland anymore.
They are now known as the Ravens, and they play in Baltimore.
A new Browns team built from scratch has taken their place.
However, the way they have played has been a big disgrace.
Cleveland fans have endured some big-time stormy weather,
since the new Browns can't get their act together.
The Cavaliers and Indians have been playing quite well.
The Browns style of play has really looked like hell.
Folks in Cleveland want to see the season over and done.
Not one single game has the sorry Browns won.
Well, the same old phrase is what we have to hear:
Perhaps the Browns will be better next year.