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The auction began and I could feel my pulse patter,
If I don't get this house, my heart it may shatter.
I got my ducks in a row, when I saw the sale poster,
It's been a ride to get here, a real rollercoaster.
You see, the house was my Mama's, but she got in a rut,
The bank foreclosed, on the mortgage contract.
They kicked her out, it was such a calamity.
She was ashamed and embarrassed, questioning her sanity.
The sale day is here, and there is a huge crowd.
I must be the winner, for crying out loud.
The bids were swift, and the sale price kept rising,
I kept raising my paddle, I'd lost track of the pricing.
My hopes began to plummet, but the auctioneer said Sold,
He called my number, my bid had been bold.
I yelled "I won!" and I caught my Mama's eye.
She would have her home back, I knew that she would cry.
Today was a day that I will never forget,
Mama got her house back, and I have no regret.
(These would include the younger brothers of Wounded Thunder,
the character I made up in my previously posted poem).
These were sons of Thunder Storm and “Flower,”
from Wounded Thunder down to Thunder Bolt.
“Bolt” was fast; the touchy one was “Shower.”
And Thunder Struck was somewhat of a dolt.
The cute one pampered by fair Prairie Flower
well-deserved his name of Thunder Squall,
and like another brother Thunder Shower,
got teased, but even louder did he bawl!
Both “Squall” and “Shower” vexed their brother “Cloud,”
for Thunder Cloud by moodiness was led
and always scowled at them for crying out loud!
Great Thunder Head filled everyone with dread,
but the wild son who proved the biggest sap
came home infected. That was Thunder Clap!
For crying out loud ,
It’s All Coming Back to Me Now;
1977 Meatloaf’s Bat Out of Hell.
I wanted time to slip away just a little faster,
as love became blank broken faced alabaster,
when we’re young and reckless we never thought
that making love would ever get us caught.
Often You took the words right out of my mouth
on a Hot Summer Night with kisses and hands moving south,
knowing better of what could come undone
wrestling in the backseat of the car for fun.
There we were together again moving with the flow
All revved up with no place to go
trying to find Paradise by the Dashboard Light
in breathless seconds we struggled to get it right.
Second base was the furthest we should play along
and the aching was never like the song
2 out of 3 Ain’t Bad
the yearning just made us mad.
Heaven Can Wait
as we drove home to the garden gate
Let Me Sleep On It we thought aloud
Praying for the End of Time on some far off cloud.
I raced back into your arms,
Like a Bat out of Hell, start the car, let me have your charms
I thought I could wait, keep my love in wise abate
I’d Do Anything for Love but I won’t do That!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0g3dEM_zmGM
9/8/2016
I stab my aggrivating computer in loathe
Strike me on fire...below the stove
It's still loading...
giving me loads of trash
Throw me in the treshold for crying out loud!
Oh, I have something to mend-- looks like a rash!
I'm swinging upside down; I'm in total doubt!
I relied on my reply!
Look how it repays me--
It purposely deletes my post
I'd rather you except it, you maddening control-freak!
Ah, I really need to hold my tongue...
Computers are absolutely unpredictable (a total distraction I must add!)
Much like math of some sort-- solving a bogus fraction!
PLEASE just post my reply!
I would be greatly appreciated!
For crying out loud
Due to the outcome
I was not particularly proud
For more than two centuries, election days go and come
At a similar season, every four years
This time, there were plenty of wows and tears
Of disappointment, heartbreak, anger, anxiety and sadness
And the other half was full of glee or happiness
Such is life. Politics is a dirty and unpredictable animal
No, America did not die. Things are normal
We’re still talking about immigration, liberty
Freedom of speech, and of course the economy
We’re hoping that everything will be better
America has been great for a long time, forever
It’s redundant to add ‘again’ to the propaganda
Yes, America did not drown or die in the middle of the political saga
In the wrath of the hurricanes or in the deadly spillover of the rivers
Where the two parties fought fiercely like two hale tigers
America is an immensely prosperous country
Ignore the false promotional and advertising slogan
America is a huge market with a very rich economy
Ignore the wacky and delusional politicians and Élon
Tigers, lions, jaguars and hyenas are fighting and vying
For their portion or stomach. It is a new political spring
In November. America will not die, on the contrary
We pray, hope and dream to see a better country.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Stop right there for crying out loud
Plagiarism is not allowed
You'll be lynched by the P.S. crowd.
Okay, to be or not to be
Now come on you're being silly
They'll complain and they'll be suing
Ask you what it is you're doing.
Start again and think real hard
Don't be stealing from the bard
I'm struggling, need some inspiration
To create a rhyme sensation.
Grey brick upon brick, I'm on my way
That sounds good what do you say
I think I've heard that one before
But don't stop now do give us more.
Problem is my muse has flown
She's left me struggling all alone
I've placed an advert in the Times
For a muse who's good at rhymes.
If one replies and answers back
I'll be on fire, back on track
But until then I'll have a rest
Then I'll be up there with the best.
For the purpose of this rhyme I've used three lines from three famous poets listed below.
William Wordsworth
William Shakespeare
and Louis MacNiece.
Written on 13th August for Nina Parmenters Rattling Rhyme contest.
In England way back in the 18th century
“Pants” was considered a bad word
Probably coz it sounds like heavy breathing
In bedrooms it could often be heard
Ernest Wright once wrote a whole novel
Without using the letter “e”
Here's a question I'd sure like to ask
Which mental institution lives he
In Tennessee it's actually against the law
To drive your car while sleeping
Well how about that my P-Soup friends
But you can with one eye peeping
Columbus' fee for discovering America
Was a paltry three hundred dollar
If that was today for crying out loud
He'd be living in absolute squalor
Hard to believe Baskin Robbins once made
Ketchup flavoured ice cream, holy crap
Needless to say it wasn't too successful
It melted on burgers, imagine that
Your thumb is the same length as you nose
So nosey people have extra long thumbs
That surely explains why you see some people
With their thumb stuck up their bum
Each year Americans eat 12 billion bananas
I eat probably one billion myself
Okay that's quite an erroneous statement
It's french fries that endanger my health
Did you know butterflies taste with their feet
Imagine if us humans did that
Phew! Stinky poo... I'd swear off eating
And be skinny as an underweight gnat
Parrots are as intelligent as a five year old child
Know friends where that surely applies
They have this really overwhelming urge
To poop on your head flying by
© Jack Ellison 2013
For crying out loud America!.
Because of you I'm unemployed!
I can no longer threaten you with violence..
And I'm really very annoyed.
It's my job to make you fearful..
I'm an extremist and political threat..
But you are shooting each other in mass numbers..
And that was my job.. or did you forget?
How can I now be a Martyr?
You've stolen the World nightly news!
Another mass shooting in America!
Someones bad temper has blown a fuse!
You no longer fear the terrorist..
I'm no threat to the way you live..
However.. you fear thy neighbour..
You'd rather shoot and kill instead of forgive.
I stole millions but boy, I am proud!
Crowds just love me, I guess!
Even writing a book, people adore me, for crying out loud.
Learned that criminality, pays, no duress!
The Lion of Power is all the rage these days.
Lies and crushing peoples rights is de jour.
We've silenced millions in their social media haze.
Our latest, doubled masked wearing rage.
Of course, mass media is our left arm.
They are liars posing as the Ministry of Truth.
We indeed plan, for this nation, censorship and more harm.
Enjoy your deserts of yummy non- truths!
Notice, please....I keep churches under my rulings.
Job losses mean nothing at all to me!
Even, the Pope better learn from my schoolings.
Thanks for making me King of the Hill, in DC~ the autocrat,
Whom I always wanted to be!
2/11/2021
~1~
For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to events.
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments,
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and anniversaries,
Is the end for those petals, which are sinking in past memories.
Even the funerals are not sympathetic to the beautiful lilies.
In lieu of flowers, why can’t they write beautiful poems,
Make memorable cards or fake flowers with dead leaves?
Let the flowers live in the garden, and plant them in the cemeteries,
In lieu of flowers, send meaningful poems that inspire dreams.
For crying out loud, please end the customary bereaves.
Copyright © October 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.