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At dawn , I met an aged sturdy toddy tapper, He was a strong,sure-footed and flexible, Who is well-suited to do the risky job rather, And the tools of that job were primitive and stable.
He climbed around fifteen palm trees every day, Their heights were nearly fifty to sixty feet, And he ascended thrice a day per tree anyway, With simple equipment tied his waist like a seat,
He scaled the tall palm tree precautionary to harvest,
And he prepared by fermenting the sap of its flowers,
He climbed dawn and dusk to extract toddy in earnest,
At noon ,he climbed again to prune the tree fronds for hours ,
He did magic with the palm tree and produced wine,
The tapping labourer got a thousand per day only, He worked in the lonely place to make a living out of it and dine, Alas, the tapping has no future across the coastal area slowly,
The demand for toddy sap dipped very rapidly, And the government has banned on toddy business, All their repeated requests fell on deaf ears nastily, Bring back the lost business and restoring its liveliness.
I always wonder at the folks
Who do not follow rules,
Who violate the status quo,
Think followers are fools.
A traffic light that’s red? Who cares?
No motorbikes allowed?
Let’s speed along where people walk
And blast our music LOUD!
A flight attendant wanting me
To sit here with a mask?
I’ll knock her teeth out; maybe then
She’ll be afraid to ask.
A bicycle chained up outside?
The owner’s not around,
So I can take it for myself
And show off what I’ve found.
The list can just go on and on;
This stuff just isn’t right,
Yet more and more we’re powerless
To stand our ground and fight.
When rules are made and put in place,
What used to be expected
Was that they would be followed
And not nastily rejected.
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Jerry the mouse ran up the clock
Tom smelled him from afar
Jumped up on top like a star.
Jerry as always was quite wise.
And with a rod struck Tom’s eyes.
The cat fell nastily on the clock
And received a decisive knock.
But alas the clock fell to the ground.
Mammy Two Shoes with a broom chased Tom around.
Jerry slinked into the kitchen for cheese
Cheddar, mozzarella, stilton and more of these.
But Mammy Two Shoes mad at Tom’s disaster fling,
With a broom chased him to make him sing.
Then threw him in the garden quite dark,
Let Spike bully dog ran after him with a bark.
14 March 20211
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
With apologies to Agatha Christie's
for use of her great detective book
Hickory, Dickory Dock.
Rules and Regulation
There is the third wave of Corona 19 in Portugal, peoples at
old people’s homes have been vaccinated, but now it has stalled.
So, what is the problem?
Why are people reluctant to follow the rules and regulations?
I think it is because Portugal lived under a dictatorship for 50 years,
when freedom came lifted the heavy burden, and now they are not
going to give this freedom away for anyone.
The dictate from politicians is often ignored, the question is, what
will happen after the pandemic?
Will the new rules still apply to give the politicians more power?
and the police force the right to behave nastily.
The freedom is an illusion, and the right-wing guard is back in power,
giving the political party a prefix of social this.
While privatizing water and electricity,
people cannot afford to heat their homes.
But there are moments when we have to forego the “Democracy.”
for the common good, but be sure to take the freedom back.
fairy ring beckoned with fallen oaks the seat
she loosened blond hair for all elves to see
dancing in a circle around one rock deep
toadstools were there numerous with buzzing bees
owl hooted deep, arriving late afternoon
in distance farmhouse empty, sported balloons
spiders and grasshoppers smashed cymbals and drums
vineyard workers sleepily dreamily hummed
fat strawberries blood red on juicy offer
down she descended into a loamy hole
to examine nourishing cocoa coffers
then taste spiced cherry brandy alongside moles
her pink petalled dress became nastily soiled
she lost her wide crimson hat to earthworms coiled
tunnels were decorated with soft chestnuts
ladybugs slowly shopped for investment huts
below she found busy beetles, flora seeds
grey weevils digging into sour rotting leaves
roots of varying colours with buried beads
entangled were elf lovers like naughty thieves
teasingly were filled with the fruity brandy
many were heady drunk they became angry
she judiciously spotted coloured bangles
happily returned to own tree bespangled !
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We celebrated birthday in a wildest night!
Imagine black trees dancing in the dark,
We used flashlights to make a little spark.
We sang happy birthday with coldest wind.
Just to remember Natasha’s day,
We made the most stupid thing ever in our live!
We drove like it was a silent midnight,
Stars were watching at us when we yelled and smiled.
I remember so well how we tried to save that choco cake,
We put it in a red box with a tight seal of care.
Rush into the woods while everyone stared at us!
We waived our hands nastily like we all lose our minds
Have no idea that everything that we did was my first!
I’ll never forget how we made that crazy night impossible.
Thanks for making it unbelivably real.
War is never nice and friendly
Make no error about it
Invasion is war, death of a country
Nostra culpa est
There is no amicable invasion
Obviously, this is an egregious violation
Of a country’s sovereignty,
Respect, honor and dignity
Sure, it is our gosh-darn fault
War is hell before and after death
Where no good thing is left
Except the tears, the suffering, the theft
The cries, the breaking of the vault
The rape, the killing, the assassination
The kidnapping, the burning of the constitution
The infringement of God’s given rights, the anti-democracy
The odious crimes against humanity
The worst misery and the nastily abject poverty
Where the country and everybody, everybody
Is indeed worse off. Liberty is cuffed, shackled and muzzled
Love shamelessly and categorically disappeared
Pride was and is dead, freedom has frankly fizzled
Hate verbosely and painfully appeared
As the eyes can see, war is hell. No laughing matter. No fun
No justice, no escape, no democracy. And no place to run
Countless bandits, criminals, and innocents are dead
In such mortiferous galimatias, everybody is wrong
God is helplessly watching and recording. What a sad song!
No future and no hope for today’s generation
We all shamelessly watch, listen and hear
The daily and nightly news here
This is a cuckoo fiasco, an abominable invasion
Where nothing gets better, but worse and worse
We watch, see and witness the violence. We have less, less
And less of everything under the weeping and mournful sun
War is never hilarious, comic, funny and friendly
Hell is not a promenade under the crimson moon
The world is a makeshift barbarous cemetery
And this is not a mendacious mystery
Nostra culpa est
Make no mistake about it
We all will have to pay and ultimately will pay
This is the time to think, to meditate and to pray.
Copyright © October, 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
While preparing for my five-day holiday, I chanted, Yo ho ho ho!
As I packed most important thing, I was in full whistling jaw
So many stuffs to take, didn’t know what bag could make
Shifting taste left my first girl-things inside an unchosen portmanteau.
As I finally landed to a delightful holiday scenery far, far away
I tried to enjoy a whole-day tour ‘though uneased at first red bay
With nudging ebb, running through jeans and winter clothes
I ricked my leg and nose… limited smiles to dazzling view array
So many places to go with lots of panorama to see and meet
But feeling restless ‘till sunset, with porous pads I needed flag retreat
The first night I checked in a hotel, I nastily worried and panicked
Nowhere to find my gears… unbudgeted, I paced three at night market
I was going around cool places in a bus, but didn’t climb a tower
When shopping beauty- foods started, I was thinking of hotel hair blower
To dry up my wet gears in manteaux ‘till midnight before another day
That’s my biggest disaster but I’d survived like I was in a House of Big Brother.
Oct. 21, 2016 1. 45am
“When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do,
remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth”
Long ago when I was in junior school
I was made to look a ludicrous fool
A note was passed around, from desk to desk
Guess who got the blame when it came to rest.
It was me of course, teacher called me out
I got the blame for handing the note out
The culprit never owned up, he or she
And no one at all came forward for me.
The note said that so and so loved someone
The names on the note from mind have long gone
Deep down I knew that teacher disliked me
It was how she spoke to me nastily.
Too shy to say what I needed to say
On that horrid embarrassing school day
Not one classmate spoke up in my defence
The instigator had no penitence.
That teacher picked on me for any thing
She didn't care how much her brusque words could sting
So I was tarnished with the blame and shame
If only I had that time back again.
Teachers are sure to be fully aware
Some pupils are in need of tender care
Living their lives already traumatised
Needing love and not to be stigmatised.