Long Hooray Poems
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The picnic was set for today:
A cause for two hips and hooray.
With Split and Blueberry,
Their time would be merry
That’s if nothing got in their way…
The deviled eggs had to come first,
‘Cause a picnic without them’s the worst.
They proceeded to beg
The hens for some eggs,
And boiled them when they were submersed.
But when Bat and Gat started to pack,
Their picnic plans went off the tracks.
It was almost Bat’s fault,
Since the pepper and salt
Hadn’t made it yet into the sack.
The only thing they had to do
Was to pick up their friends Split and Blue.
With a rabbit and goat,
And their deviled egg tote,
They could hike to the overlook view.
Well, the eggs made a pretty nice spread
When added to Split’s honey bread.
But, sitting down eating,
An unwelcome greeting
Then filled them with terror and dread.
’Twas the sound of a huge rattlesnake;
What a racket that rattle did make!
Though none could find him
Out front or behind them,
Poor Blue and Split started to shake.
Then Gat sprung away like the breeze,
And spied him from up in the trees.
She pointed to Bat
Where the rattler was at,
And told everyone else to freeze.
Yikes, the snake tried to strike at his knees;
Bat evaded his strike with great ease.
Quick did a side-stepper,
And doused him with pepper,
And the rattlesnake started to sneeze!
Well, that was the end of the battle;
They all could now safely skedaddle.
The pepper, in fact
Brought such an attack
That his sneezes set off his rattle!
They all walked home in the sun,
And all had turned out to be fun.
An eggcellent day!
Yes, hip, hip hooray!
Bat and Gat, hero cats, number one!
Adrenaline pumping.......heart thumping
I toe the line.......must do this in record time.
Glancing, glaring ,got to do it right.
Acetone smells........others panting ,
chests expanding, shrewd eyes
stare at this champion standing.
Waiting, watching as the gun is raised
the hand that holds it ........a symbol of praise
to the would be winner.....me.
Pop...... the flutter of wings ... .....the race is on
got to slow down .... slow trot at the start.
horses hooves beat a rythmc tattoo.......... one slowed to a trot.
Sun blazing down...heat rising from the ground
I stay on track, faster now......got to keep others back.
Deep breath ...... a determined shudder.....
I am ready to attack.......
With shoulders rotating, spine twisting,
thighs burning ,heels thumping
the race is on.........like in slow motion
I pass all by...easy as a breeze.
Muscles twitching...
the last stretch is the worst.
Lips dry .....air hunger .......got to keep going...
the others are coming, the roll of thunder
the prize is near.....must get ahead.
Shadows approach at the corners of my eyes
can't let them in.........can't let them win.
Straining. stretching,determined......
a last minute dash is all I need
get it right.. must stay on my feet.
Chest expanded ......... head thrown back
barring others who try to attack
Tripping others... slow them down......must stay ahead.
must win that trophy.......it is mine.
Through the tape I burst, a stone from a slingshot
hits the target.
Winner, my heart shouts.....my head swells..... triumph.
Hooray.... Hooray .... the crowd shouts,
but deafened I am by a stubborn voice.
one from within.......to listen or not I have no choice
You've won, you've won.... but what have you done?
Did you do it for the glory.......were you blinded by ambition
did you have fun.........did you run for you
or for everyone,
was it worth it?
Tell me...........tell me my son.
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God Save the King! So echoed round
the village halls, the pubs, the streets
the day our Charlie Prince was crowned.
Homes decked with bunting, cake, and treats.
We celebrated with a rave,
or knees-up, as my grandma said;
with piped music via short-wave.
At two pm, it went ahead.
They closed the street the coppers did.
Then out came tables, plates, and chairs
lace runners, doilies, too, amid
assorted china tablewares.
The caravans and four-by-fours
were parked elsewhere to clear the way,
they even shut the local stores
and closed the schools, hip hip, hooray!
Outside of number seventeen,
twixt the sausage rolls and jelly,
rested a crocheted King and Queen
removed from atop the telly.
Not to be beat, at twenty-two,
they placed a lifesize photo out;
which overlooked the cheese fondue,
soused herrings, and some sauerkraut.
Betty and May sang old-time songs
atop a shaky stage, arrayed
with bunting; made from their spare thongs;
while Ruth, the ukelele, played.
The Aussies were there, well, on screen.
Bobby, Kenny, and Aunt Maud too
to toast the King and mourn the Queen
with tea (and a tinny or two!)
Simon and Peter went all out,
made a spread called L G B tea;
with brightly coloured cakes throughout.
Open to all, as it should be!
Douglas and Rex from forty-eight
sat with Lil as she won her prize;
for the most original plate,
coronation jerk shrimp surprise.
Prizes too for best-dressed table,
front door, and garden gate, won by
Teddy, Fred, and Aunty Mable;
all well-deserved, we can't deny.
Captain Brett (self -titled we think)
gave a roaring one-gun salute
sporting a coat of dazzling pink
over his Royal Navy suit.
Thalis, made by Shrimati Nath,
were such a delicious hit they
caused a queue up her garden path.
(They paired well with Andre's Cabernet.)
We kids, long past our sugar high,
so full of cake, shrimp, nans, and stuff,
were told to say a quick goodbye;
we'd been awake quite long enough.
As the sun set on our nation,
Old Fionn Byrne began to sing,
a joyful amalgamation;
Danny Boy and God Save the King!
This is a new golden horizon
This is a heavenlike season
Where everything is beautiful
And a serpentine rainbow looks wonderful
In the sky, in the heaven, in the air
Look! Countless birds are diving in the atmosphere.
This is a brand new season
This is a honeylike horizon
I wonder if this is a new spring
A new style to speak and to sing
Oh! I see. This is simply a new thing
A new genre to swing in the ring.
Hooray! Hooray! I am absolutely right
Everything will be alright, yes alright
No more sadness, no more pain
In spite of the surprisingly audacious rain
This is a heavenlike horizon
This is a new golden season.
There are countless rainbows in the sky
I cannot tell or invent a lie
This is a time to hope and to heal
And to come up with a new and better deal
Fire in the nerves, fire in the bloodstream
Look! Two fish are swimming in the golden stream.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Softly spoken, heartbeats broken
Digresses smooth transitions embraceable caresses
Never lessons smooth over hugs and kisses
Aftermath all I want to do Is sing This Love song to you sing a little soft poem writ with words showered and music hoping hopes for love beyond therapeutic
Spoken softly broken heartbeats
Confessions of love transitional bereavement sweet concealment
Never lessen smooth over hugs and kisses
Never lost never mowed over never lost nothing's missing
Aftermath a barrage of circumstance Brad parades of cheering and dancing
Compared with melodies steps of cherish frolic and dancing
Tenement parfait songs of hip hip hooray
I digress I confess of my pungent love fluoride floret
A pungent smile brightens the skies a mile high
Hamsa gratitude for you I'm thanking God you are my soul song
That I've written words tune and Melody from my heart strings
12/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
You don't see a problem.
With open eyes you see nothing.
You are oblivious to how broken I am and the cracks that splinter.
You sigh.
You're tired of this same conversation.
Tired of my mouth.
This smart mouth is only useful wrapped around the only part of you that you think makes you a man.
Left again melting in my hand.
Hooray.
I have completely changed for you.
For your plain vanilla embrace.
I have given up bdsm for this prison without chains.
I am bored.
I am tired.
I'm so f****** sick of not feeling desired.
You don't see a problem.
When my eyes are closed I don't see one either.
Master your time
Value the experience from your school days
Your School seemed tough
You were determined enough
Success was always running through your mind
The concepts became a challenge
The knowledge was a privilege
It felt like hard knocks
A like it or not
Teachers taught
While you listened
Quiz’s and tests had you on pins and needles
You studied, researched and mattered
Here you are on Graduation Day
Hooray
Family proud moment
You doubted
Yet your succeeded
You will leave from various schools
Taking with you all the schools learning tools
Always believe in yourself
Don’t depend on anybody else
Keep up with your skills and always fine tune them
You know by now the S and A
Success and Accomplishment
Your hallmark for life
You achieved both
You went through the educational oath
You will walk through your school doors for the last time
But it is not goodbye, but always remember
Sometimes visit and reflect on you during your school years
Always share your memories with others
Schools out
Continue learning about
Succeed is written all through you
Continue to pursue and follow through
Relish your reward and be proud
This is your time allowed
Life now and forever
Head Up and step out
Throw your Graduation hat and Tassel in honor
You did well
I honor you graduates
Go out and use what you learned.
The sweet wind swings white fog
The dew drops away and turns to be slippery
The leaves of maple trees are as red as fire,
They are shining in Girl's eyes
At the beginning of the heart of the clouds
The thin gauze skirts make branches straight
Like long hair flows into a waterfall
As soft as the willow drifts,
Spilling into the horizon light of the river of time
Long live youth! Hooray Long live Youth
I am willing to be the mottled birch trees, to protect you
from the wind and sand
I would like to block the wind and rain for you as well
For I am right in a moment that I fall in love with you
God, do you think I can do it?
I don’t know Lord
Sometimes I doubt you
Or is it me that I doubt?
I just have this belief
That you are the impossible God
The one who can do amazing things
Things that I cannot do
Dare I to trust you God?
That you would do that for me
I just have this idea that you are so great God
That because of you I can do all things
Is it true God?
That I can just cruise in there and do it
And the result will be spectacular
So am I wrong God?
I trust in You God
To you will be the glory
Only you can do it
Because I know I can’t
I can’t do the impossible God
The amazing, spectacular things that you do
I’ll watch it God
And see you in action
Hooray
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