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A toast.......
Of elegant swagger
From a "cocked" tail
On all four legs
With moves of
Fred Astaire, he graces
Your attention with
Haughty green eyes and a black satin jacket
Hi skits.......he scats
And Doobedee Ohblawda
Vanishes in a flash
Of "pitter-pat-pats"
Coooooool.........like a tall sip
Of high strung Ice Tea
On the hottest day.....
He jerks in and out like a plethora of air on water
And when night finally scratches
His bedpost after his catly capers
He disappears - incognito
To haberdashery bonnets
Stretched to a lopsided max
Like a misplaced wig
As a crown of honor at the top of his "Chosen's" head
Affixed..................like his namesake
He's one lofty cat..........
Top Hat
A cacophony of sounds, all jumbled together
Random notes, dissonance everywhere
Violin bows saw the air lazily, effortlessly
Then furiously, chins pressed hard to instruments
Flautists' lips wistfully poised above the holes
In a flash, diving deep into spritely melodies
Trombonists' brass bars sliding outward, then back inward
Deep tones scale upward, peak, descend again
Trumpeters' cheeks bulge outward, double-chins aflame
Beet-red faces, fingers marching, horns tootling
Cymbals clang and clash! Drums beat and boom!
Clarinets clamor... A cello... An oboe... The conductor's in slow-mo.
All this, prelude to a performance quite grand
To the concert forthcoming -- Strike up the band!
In a flash, life has changed
Whenever I think about you
There is always a smile on my face
Which I cannot explain
May be to all we have exchanged
Remembered and view anew
And most times, in its trace
I wish we could together pump champaign
The moments of trial in which we grow
Lovely makes me laugh
Something is it of your name
That's really awesome and amazing
Things I can't forgo
But wish I can plot on graph
How life you enjoy a game
That every moment goes blazing
Thanks for all the inspiration
Thanks for all the peaceful trouble
Mad for all the little mix
Crazy for all the stubborn chants
Happy your birthday is an appreciation
Happy your birthday bubbles
Cheers your day is well fixed
Grateful your day is worthy a rembrandt
Adebiyi Anu O'Dayo, more years through grace
Fulfill destiny and set a historical pace
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...
It takes a lot of tricks to write a good poem
It's not easy to understand the theorem
The magic, the divine essence of being a Poet
These days everybody is one: the Muffet pet
And the puppet. Everybody should express
Their feelings on paper. Even if it is a mess
If you are very famous like Michael Jackson
Whatever crap you write has teeth and bone
Everybody wants to read, all debris become viral
The Press is writing about it. Oh! This thing is genial
Oh! How wonderful to forget
Once you're famous, you can get
A lot of stuff for free: free marketing
Free publicity, famous writers are writing
About your works in the latest edition
Of the New Yorker magazine. This a sensation
And your poem is on the first page. Big
Business wants you. In a flash your pink pig
Is sniffling the red carpet, because you're
A superstar, you're a genius. The main door
Is wide open. A singer needs a poet, a writer
A poet is a great lyricist. A writer appreciates a singer
Like Jacques Brel. What a genius! He was different.
His songs were like poems. He had style. He had talent
He put Louis Aragon in heaven. Suddenly, our tears will dry
No woman, no cries. Bob Marley now lives above the sky
With the angels and the saints. They have gone forward
And we, the aliens of Earth, are willing to go downward.
Copyright © December 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
If you go to my neighborhood thrift shop,
You just might come across
Five ice cream sundae dishes
And two mugs; if not, your loss.
See, I’m very slowly sweeping
Things that I don’t use away,
Though I often must remind myself
Why items needn’t stay.
In L.A.’s recent fires,
People found out in a flash
That they had to leave; their homes
And all their stuff reduced to ash.
I think of them as I decide
What I should keep or ditch,
Knowing that so many there
Were left without a stitch.
And as I agonize about
The trove I still have left,
I’m sure that those who’ve lost it all
Must be beyond bereft.
She blew a goodbye kiss to mummy
And off into the school she scampered
Exchanging pleasantries and last night's stories
And looking forward to dusk to get pampered
A busy day it was at school
Anticipating the end of day
Oh! yes the bell finally came through
Off to the bus as it led the way
An excited mother has made a dish
And smiles at the newly bought party dress
My daughter would try this after her stew of fish
Once she is home and undressed
Alas ! the awaiting inferno
Beings are burnt to worthless ash
With wailing whispers and twisted groans
Oh mummy! oh mummy! the fire comes in a flash
Still the waiting mother,waits but in vain
Oblivious to her daughter's severe pain
Until the news is brought to light
And it did leave her in such a fright
With melancholy she beholds the cremation
Yeh! Moremi! my only daughter
Has become a fuel for incineration
Lost and vanished in a hungry Fire
Super grandma girl, in her long green cape,
took a quick ride on a golden grape;
she slipped, greased lightning like, over the floor,
gunned her girl motor and flew out the door.
A piercing scream out on the front lawn . . .
a grandchild in trouble???? No time for a yawn.
Like all super heroes she was there in a flash,
with a dash and a clash and a ladylike smash.
Her darling was bloodied,
pink ruffled dress muddied,
(the one she had just worn to church).
She had taken a lurch and fell from her perch
way up high in the old apple tree,
a place she was not meant to be.
Only grannie superheroes can give healing kisses
to cute little, sweet little, bad little misses,
but that is exactly what grandma's will do--
grab you up quick with loud hullabaloos,
and before you know it, you're better! It's true!
Just because super grandma really loves you.
But--one thing all grand kids need to remember:
grandma will love you the year through--to December!
You don't have to be bad and fall from a tree
to get super kisses from super old me.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, August 3, 2014
Shield Love - Quatrain - A Collaboration
Embrace me In your soft tender arms.
Holding close within meek tenderness.
In close embrace I feel your soft charms,
I await the touch of your caress.
Shield me from life's hate,
On my knees Love's dying.
Do not hesitate,
From soft eyes tears crying.
Love's fights to survive,
As Love bleeds passion of forever.
Love must ever thrive
Let us now share our Love together.
Really all one desires now,
Knowing Loving you.
An essence of Love allow,
My heart ever true.
Queen of endless pleasure,
Holding you to the end.
My ultimate treasure,
Stay Lover and stay Friend.
In a flash of light,
As long as this world keeps on spinning.
You light up my night,
When sights of Love to my eyes dimming.
All I ask of you we stay strong,
Always sleeps one dream of endless beauty.
Ever In your light I belong,
To be within your heart Is my Love's duty.
Sings In your heart Love,
The song of Love's divinity.
We dwell high above,
In Love ever entwining.
A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.
In depths of silence on the ocean’s
bed, they sleep,
While ships and boats noisily, above
they creep,
Under the waters, undisturbed,
a school of Rainbows dazzles with
colours of orange, blue and gold,
And a shoal of Angels in regal flair
unfolds.
In the depths of the deep blue, where
secrets and treasures reside,
A striped Clown and a colourful Parrot
side by side they glide,
A school of tiny silver swimmers suddenly
dashed by as if in a race,
A fleeting glimpse of those dazzling
beauties, in a flash, no ripples, no bubbles,
no trace.
In this realm of giant kelps and coral
mazes dwell an abundance of vibrant,
shiny scales darting and twirling, each
a dancing gem,
To escape and forget reality, I could
sit quietly for hours watching them,
When I close my eyes, my spirit leaps,
for in the company of fishes, there’s
tranquillity and peace,
In my memory, these unique and
beautiful images I will forever keep.
To see such a beautiful show is a rare
and a once-in-a-lifetime lucky chance.
How nice it would be if we could take
a whispered vow,
To save and protect these precious
swimmers in the here and now.
by Zyrool
2025
I gaze out my window at the clouds drifting by
As they make their way slowly across the sky.
I marvel at the shapes my mind can see;
my vivid imagination runs wild and free.
Their beauty lies in their ever changing shapes
like a kaleidoscope whirling in my mind’s landscape.
At times the puffy clouds will turn dark and grey;
Storm winds will blow and it will rain all day.
The lightning will strike and thunder will crash;
Rivers overflow their banks in a flash.
When the storm subsides and the sky turns bright,
the clouds will return to their puffy white.
I watch out the window as they pass down the lane.
Women, like clouds, leave an image on my brain.
They are stormy at times and will change with the breeze;
they pique my imagination and give my passion a tease.
They are both beautiful and delicate and that is why
I gaze out my window as they both pass by.