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On this morning Thomas awoke
Ready to take on a forecast predicting he would get soaked
Still doubting thinking meteorology was a joke
Headed outside
Winds blowing no lie
Running back under covers
Twenty four hours washed out waiting for another
Throughout the rainy day
Wondering if everything was okay
“I have nothing to say”
Doubting Thomas peeked out to skies angry and grey
But for a second a glimmer of sun
Storm must be done
Opened the door
And there was good old Danny on his stage floor
“We are in the eye
Bad weather has not said good bye
Could you spare a nickel and dime?
For the information I told you on my mind”
Securing all his shutters
Doubting Thomas prayed to the Holy Mother
Hoping this will end
Leaving the destructive mess to mend
Bed is the place to be
Tomorrow work to pick up the debris
Due to Dan
Monitoring his five and dime climate stand
Doubting Thomas was not in a life threatening jam
Only to hear the message ‘stay at home’
‘All alone’
‘Sit by the phone’
‘For the call
That is all’
This was an honest warning
Informing
Reporting that water is pouring
Instead of ignoring
About this time that was not boring
Since Thomas must
Prepare to fix damage from the element’s fuss
Without any cuss
Replacing it with community trust
It is a lesson in concern
Knowledge stand firm
For others not to get burned
Getting caught in a situation
Where they are facing
Natural trouble
Distant from their corporate bubble
The nineteen fifties were an innocent time.
We could buy a comic book with a nickel and dime.
Our dances were lively, but girls wore shorts under a dress.
Being tossed by the boys, who never went around shirtless.
Malt shops were on corners, and we could have a cherry coke.
We were protective of each other. Friendly, we always spoke.
Maybe it is because I grew up in a small Iowa farming town.
We watched out for each other, and we helped up who was down.
The nineteen fifties weddings were simple and quite sweet.
We served cake, punch, mints and nuts, it was a lovely treat.
The bride and groom were thrilled with each gift, showing appreciation.
We knew how to uplift each other and enjoy each cherished celebration.
Sin
Release your thoughts, await the applause;
Of course I release you from all your chores.
What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is yours;
I need nothing from you, but I shall take all that which is yours.
Place your bookmark at the end of the chapter;
We both know what comes after,
You turn out the light.
But we shall hold our tongue,
Because of all those things that you have done.
We shall forgive you your sins,
If you sing this hymn
And beg for forgiveness,
From the one they call Him.
Don’t play dice with the Devil,
It’s snake eyes every time.
Don’t ever owe him,
After he takes your nickel and dime.
Old Nick will not miss a trick if you relax around him,
So jinx him and leave him to wallow in his beloved sin.
I banish you curse to an ungodly land,
Where man walks alone, because he is accused and condemned.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
You can give up that nasty habit if you try.
Just think of all the things your money will buy.
Each one of those houses is a den of debauchery.
They are clip joints just out to get your money.
When you dump at the tables or feed the machines,
the end result is usually some egregious scenes.
If you win, consider it a loan at the time.
You will return to pay back every nickel and dime.
Being broke is where most adventures will lead.
The house takes advantage of the weakness called greed.
Greed is the deadliest of the seven deadly sins.
In the long run, only the house is the one who wins.
Surely there is a phantom here
As I jerk my head in sudden fear
Praying for those I hold so dear
Sensing movement that is very near
If it happened just the one time
I'd dismiss it as nickel-and-dime
But more than once - has to be sublime
And this happens in the daytime
Birds on the feeder are not shaken
And my senses are not mistaken
So this cannot be godforsaken
But prayers the phantom has a stake in
We do not know how we should pray
So this phantom helps us in His way
With groanings we cannot hear or say
Interceding for us as we pray
I must testify to the Spirit's aid
His assistance is deeply laid
Great care and effort powerfully made
Our prayers to the Father conveyed
We cowardly or nonchalantly sit in front our TV
Watching for years: the killings of babies
The odious humiliation of humanity
The bloody murders of pregnant ladies
The iniquitous insults of innocent civilians
The deactivation of so many ingenious poems
And the devastation of hope for so many
Yet, a few meshuggah pundits have the audacity
And the nerves to censor good Samaritans
And great citizens who fearlessly expose lies
And the ugliness of needlessly evil wars
Conscientious humans must decry the specious theorems
The horrific atrocity can only be described as ‘Modern Pogam’
It can also be described as ‘Hell’ in the program
Some people have no compassion, no human ties
To God’s children. Now, we all bear the sad scars
How many more must suffer and die so violently?
Cease fire is not enough. We want peace and justice
We want special or impartial courts or tribunals to publish
The lists, where all convicted perpetrators are severely punished
Poets are inspired to tell it like is
The truth always comes out with great ease
Babies cannot be guilty of any crime
Babies cannot steal land, dollar, nickel and dime.
Copyright © December, 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Springtime easing into summertime
Euphoric she was in her prime
She had mountains to climb
Dreams of a lifetime
Magnificent and sublime
T’was when she ran into a mime
In the midst of his pantomime
Trying to make a nickel and dime
This distraction turned out to be a crime
Just some icky slime and grime
In the meantime losing track of time
So much to do before bedtime
To take advantage of clement clime
Better moving overdrive into overtime
Before daytime turned to nighttime
T’was then she heard the chime
While she was still in her prime
Still had those mountains to climb
And all those dreams of a lifetime
Magnificent and sublime
AP: 3rd place 2020
Xmas is here tonight
At midnight, what a night!
Let's write a bad poem about Christmas
Before the Midnight Mass
As we offer our best wishes to all on the planet
This is it
Santa Claus is sliding in the chimney
Hurray, hurray!
Papa Noël is coming to town to bring gifts
Garlic, olive oil and onion
To everyone
Stop all types of cheats.
Long live Papa Noël
Who hates to dwell
On negative things
Santa Claus stutters and sings
All the time
And he will never nickel and dime
The poor, the crazy and the pelicans
Except the poor Republicans.
Long Live Santa Claus
Regardless
Of our mess
He has been fair to all of us.
If you like this poem
Please wish your friends and neighbors
A very Merry Christmas and many Happy New Years
To come
Oh! Ho
Ho, Ho!
This is a gaffe
For Baby Jesus: laugh and laugh.
Copyright © December 2014, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
My soul started yearning
And my feet grew all restless
To see the old hometown
And the place I was born.
Out back of my old house
Sweet nature was waiting,
The woods of my youth
Were calling me home.
I drove all that night
And half the next morning
I pulled up to our place
Where strangers now lived.
Things looked pretty good
Till I checked out the backyard
And rows of new houses
Where the woods used to live.
I asked an old neighbor
Now gray and decrepit,
Where is the oak forest
Where we all used to play?
He said it's all gone now
Except for the memories,
A big old bulldozer
Has scraped them away.
They put up these houses
On top of each other
And squeezed the old woods
For each nickel and dime.
The trees are all gone now
Except for the memories,
A big old bulldozer
Has scraped them away.
I got back in my car
And headed for Bristol,
Didn't stop driving
For a night and a day.
I gazed at the trees
That stood on my woodlot
And swore no damn dozer
Would scrape them away.
Thomas was a doubter
Not a pouter
Day was bright
Sunny no clouds in sight
God’s gift warm and temperatures just right
But there was Danny the weatherman
Predicting things behind a five and dime stand
“There is something big headed our way
Filled with high winds I must say
Lightning and thunder
Will be the wonder”
Thomas didn’t believe the word
And headed out to see the swirl
“Before you leave
I would like you to believe
In what I see
A problem is brewing
Preparation is what you should be doing”
Thomas shrugged his shoulders
Feeling these warnings are colder
Decided to put them in his thoughtful folder
“Could you please spare a nickel and dime?
Payment to hear the information from my mind,”
Danny asked
After performing the forecasting task
Being a man Thomas decided to confront
To see what the forces of nature want
Ocean waves were making surf rougher
A message to Thomas ‘you better get tougher’
Skies started out blue
Grey entered the picture too
Night arrived time to hit the sack
Peacefully waited for the meteorological attack
Tune in tomorrow
And the results to this rainy day horror