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Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a sophisticated shaft
To mechanize, modernize or upgrade the messages
A poem is, of course, a piece of writing in process
It’s a bubbling melting pot, where many things are amiss
For many logical or purposeful reasons and for excuses
Which are existentially beyond the scope of countless texts
Poets are generally perplexed and write under pretenses or pretexts.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Bought an old cottage
In the country side
Needs some renovation
Have to modernize
On a plot of land all on its own
Wanna make this house a home
Gonna fix those windows
New bathroom too
Another thatched roof
Make it brand new
Go to the bank and ask for a loan
Wanna make this house a home
It needs some plastering
The kitchens a mess
But it’s got character
Style and the rest
Fallen in love with these pretty stones
Gonna make this house a home
It’s a house of two seasons
Picture cosy evenings
Sitting by the open fire
I get a special feeling
From those old oak beams
Gonna make this house my desire
You choose the wallpaper
And I'll pick the leather
I'm sure we'll be happy
Decorating together
Can't think of anything
Than designing together
To make this house a home
This house is not a home
Without the finishing touch
I'll build a wall out the front
Put fence out the back
Lights along the pathway
Flowers and some gnomes
Now doesn't that look sweet
This house is our home
© Copyright KC.Leake
26th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
A New King?
The future Ebenezer Scrooge will be clever and unkind, but not that bright. Will he try to rule as king of kings, and put out all the Christmas lights? Or will some politician consider it wasteful, thinking he’s always right? Some will seek to band the holiday; hearts will become cold as ice.
No more Christmas Trees?
Will The Power of Mr. Green be in full force within a few short years?
Indeed, he will think it’s his duty to clean the planet from ear to ear. Some, wondering what will happen next, will have realistic fears.
Traditional people, and especially kids, will be brought to tears.
Help! I think I'm Lost!
Santa Clause will be forced to modernize and make changes to his GPS.
Santa, Rudolph, and the newly acquired Solar Mobil will run their fastest.
Santa will continue his timely deliveries, trying to do his very best.
Where Are The Roasted Chestnuts?
But the environmental laws will shut down the use of fire places.
So St. Nick will be like a bird searching, but unable to find his nest.
He won't be shut down, but he will be forced to operate with more stress.
Dim Those Lights, Or Turn them off!
The city lights on shopping nights will be dimmed to save energy.
Businesses will be forced to offer the best sales of the last century.
But some famous stores will close, and move into a whole new industry.
And profitable businesses will no longer succeed with their latest gimmickry.
Not To Worry!!!
But not to worry, because Christmas Day will prevail, giving new life and meaning to the real reason. Merchants will grow weary operating business as usual, and introduce new and better ways. No longer will people be injured or trampled to death chasing sales on Black Fridays. Loving parents and other good people will still be happy and rejoice in The Holy Season.
11262015 PS Contest: A Futuristic Christmas; Mystic Rose, sponsor
The Slow Hands Flies
'Your soft slow hand feels like flitting fireflies '
Albeit, naught fireflies had, but slow hand flies,
Here in Hawaii where our slow hands rise,
E'er so smoothly, while they lift to the skies,
Their flowing long arms stretch lengthwise,
Everybody slow hands fly, both gals and guys,
First, they start lowly then lift to natural highs,
From the very young to the elderly, all tries,
Hula dancing where slow hands emphasize,
Graceful, slow hands express artful surprise,
Ageless taught form, traditional to modernize,
Tantalize, mesmerize, slow hands they realize.
2020 February 24
The pictures on my walls have not
Been changed for many years.
I’m stuck with what I have
Or that’s the way that it appears.
My furniture is old as well;
Things rarely get replaced.
I like the way it looks because
It’s all done to my taste.
My husband wants to chuck it all,
To spiff and modernize,
But I can’t see the end result
That’s there before his eyes.
It’s hard for us to compromise
For I’m averse to change
So upgrades don’t excite me
Which, to many, must sound strange.
I wish that I could bend a bit
And be a little bold
By bringing in a few new things
To mingle with the old.
Perhaps too often... we give up in life
Perhaps too often... we thought we could've done
Too often... if only we could be precise
Yet precision isn't only for champions to shun
We can always do so much more
Why the withdrawal... why the refrain?
We grew to robotically ignore
And to automatically push the blame
I do not think the many centuries has taught us well
I do not think the modernize world can change an innate captivity
The word simple simply no longer spells
The much ask for yet unattainable simplicity
We ask for love only to be too selfish too share
Yet we do share only if beneficial in absolute secrecy
We have a need to be nice not that we dare
We can't just be nice in this world of shrouded decency
Too often... much more we could've done
Too often yet...its much easier giving up in life
As bearers of our own uncovering truth we shun
We further cover with deceits to thoughtlessly survive