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Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden
Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's pace schlepped
finally proclamation emancipation
gave reasonable rhyme yours truly to ejaculate
(not prematurely), subsequently I leapt
into the air, and kept
myself aloft completing
one after another sumersault and except
for minor nuisance of gravity
nevertheless landed feet first and crept
back into mine mancave adept
to survive alone in the wilderness.
Seventy four million popular votes
tallied across country,
gives ample reason to grind hips and bump,
(cuz the most votes
cast for any presidential candidate in history),
which Republican contender finally plopped
hook line and anchored
courtesy Taj Mahal replica sinker
into dustbin of history
good riddance electorate voted out
loutish oaf, which voters chose to dump
best mandated to cavort with zoot suited frump
on any given Wednesday available to hump
rotund barenaked lady merging
into humongous protoplasmic lump.
Caught red handed concerning
more'n where's the beef
stole 2016 election
under nose of Hillary Clinton
abused role, when tasked
as commander in chief
good ole Charlie Brown nemesis
caused nothing but grief,
hence yours truly quite elated
upon occasion when figurative new leaf
turned over and booted out
as more onerous than Baghdad thief.
Hit the ground running
with nary a second to waste
Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and company
proving their steely eyed mettle
after victory lap Democrats did taste
usher in COVID-19 game plan
bolstering pandemic defences
where prior administration sorely misplaced
priorities United States Lady Liberty
wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently
her reputation disgraced.
Hope springs eternal - ah tis amazing grace
yours truly suddenly brimming with optimism
able bodied diverse cabinet to erase
formerly inept sycophants with intentions base
running amok within White House
at long last competent candidate won the race
adieu Donald Trump, who
did disappearing act at Mar-A-Lago without a trace
sore loser teed off absent American
delivering his humiliating defeat coup de grâce.
A Klingon Lullaby Of Love
(In English and Klingon)
Come to me my little Klingon turtle dove
Drive your poisoned knife into my enemy
Feed me their hearts while they die bleeding
Still pumping life under the old volcanic fight
Eruptions laid with lust, lava flowing over us
Molten rocks forged in fevered red in heaven
Thrust your jagged teeth in me
Rip my back with pleasure
Dig with claws and howls to hell and back
Under the exploding Praxi moon of doom
Planet Kronos still orbits on but damaged
Shattered but ready for battle to the death
To fight in war is our birthright
To die with you by my side an honor
Let us scream together for a while
A Klingon lullaby of love
Psychotic savage passion is never wise
When we rise to the occasion of a smile
-Klingon-
tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach
(qaStaHvIS English Hol 'ej tlhIngan)
loQ tlhIngan turtle Qa'oy Ha' jIHvaD
tar taj yItungHa', qaH QaQ vaj jagh
tIq je' jIHvaD wa'vatlh Hegh chaH regh
reH pump yIn bopummeH ngo' volcanic ghob
eruptions je lust, rIn maHvaD flowing vaHbo' lan chaH
jag Ho' jop molten nagh, pa' fever Doq chalDaq forged reH jIHvaD Rip Dub bel
pach bey pagh ghe''or 'ej Dub tlhInganpu' 'ej mol HaghmoHwI'
bopummeH jor praxi maS doom
bav poH'a' yuQ Qo'noS 'ach QIH
'a SuH ghIqtal may' tlhuHDaj
qaStaHvIS veS ghob birthright
Hegh pong Dop batlh
maHvaD ghu'vam jach nItebHa' vIS
tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach
psychotic nongtaHghachwIj Qa' val not
ghorgh QamchoH maH mon occasion
FLIRTATION
a pretext
for
the glamorous
renaissance
across
the core
of romantic love
swathed in
the symbolic
changing
&swaggering
in a suggestive
state
emblematic
of the
vanity
so so
essential
&
appropriate
to the occasion
beauty-obsessed
assessed
& filtered
adolescence
so
superficially
beautiful
looking fo
a glimpse
of the
reassurance
&
the spectacular
in profile
to be paraded
in an
appearance
so soft
gentle
&soothing
aspiring towards
desire
& promise
covered with
ornamental
displays
of perfection
a
focus on
& aimed at
the observer
at will
The clock struck 1020 AM on a Tuesday morning
in mid-May of 2024. I thought for a moment about
the trials and struggles of my life. As I began
what could have been a long muse down a memory lane
of adversities, I was struck by one recurring fact.
In every situation, there was God.
In every valley, there was family.
In every pit, there was a Church.
In every desert, there were friends.
On this gentle May morning, an old friend named
Todd, whom I have not seen in 30-plus years,
flashed across the pages of my mind. Todd was
a mechanic by trade, and he rescued my car and
my family on more than one occasion.
Each 'breakdown' left me feeling hopeless and alone.
That is until Todd came along and rescued me. I'm
thinking of Todd just now whom I met in the summer
of 1986. I shall never forget the gracious spirit of
Todd and his family.
There was I brought into this world
December 27 nineteen fifty three
that is my birthday every year
celebrating this annually always to be
When in 1981 I got married to Jean
being her husband aged twenty seven
that was such a happy occasion
sadly she left quickly for heaven
I got married again in 1990
to Christine my love to this day
27 April was that special date
2015 celebrate our silver anniversary
As a lover of the holy scriptures
twenty seven is also my fav psalm
telling me God is my salvation
safe and secure in Him I am
So this number has shown itself
to be in my life so very often
making it really so very special
working with me a real true blend
(the number twenty seven has proved itself so very special in my life so this is written with that in mind.
To explain verse 2 that Jean my first wife died in 1982 believing in Jesus so flying off to heaven)
The potato, to the egg, he cooed,
"You are by far my favorite food",
and he continued as he said,
"Might you and I soon be wed?"
The egg, to the potato, spoke,
"My, but you're a handsome bloke.
Our shapes are very much the same,
and I, with love, will take your name."
To seal the deal, they sweetly kissed,
and drew up an invitation list
(so their best friends would not be missed).
Little envelopes were addressed to these:
peppers, mushrooms, onions, cheese.
A happier occasion was never known,
how beautiful was egg in her silken gown,
the proud potato fried golden brown,
a party well-remembered, though
it was washed down with my morning joe.
Some feathered friends chirp tunes that are rather melodious,
While others belt out refrains that are downright odious!
For instance, did you ever hear such an atrocious raucous,
As when a murder of crows gather for a caucus?
Chickadees trill ditties most pleasing to the ear,
And parakeets chitter mellifluous melodies of cheer.
But the screeches of grumpy blue jays embroiled in disputes,
Is akin to a beginner's band tooting their discordant flutes!
Canaries sing their little hearts out with a dulcet tweet,
And robins chirp with their cheery repertoire replete.
Parrots utter rasping squawks and are most unruly birds,
And on occasion are known to spout some very dirty words!
There's nothing as soothing as a mourning dove's coo,
Or the lovely melody of a yellow finch serenading you.
Alas, there is the less than mellow warble of the grackle;
Some folks consider it to be an ornithological debacle!
Consider that mimic, the satirical and talented mockingbird,
Spoofing its plumaged pals note for note and word for word.
It apes a chirp, screech or hoot at the slightest whim.
His friends cry "fowl" but he doesn't let that bother him!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
She laces this dark late winter's evening
with white manna grace,
flowing flying frosting
folding in and over and around
dark naked tree limbs
Dressed up and out
under ice limned networks
down in-flowing rivers
emptying onto cold cover
of frozen lace-flake
shivering shimmering
sad season
Hovers over what had been
pedestrian front predation lawn,
now transforming and mesmerizing
ecstatic ice crystals
Twinkle in response
as their ice-flame children
follow in post solstice pilgrim path
to die their individuality
within this here-now scurried view.
I smile, perhaps flirtatiously,
within shy winter's virgin dream,
a stubborn storm of snow
softly settling
quieter than white noise still
so so civilly right,
a silent black then white
bright moving set
frames a roundly wonderful life.
S/he is not smiling back;
I know that
But I feel this cold embrace
teasing tickling of too-perfect beauty,
hope imagining S/he could sleep
within heaven's blanket
Dream down Her winter's rain
for deep composting thirst
to drink through walls of hibernating glad
brewing spring's warmest winding offer.
This could go on all night
free of freezing fright
This reverse stalking
inside window peeper out
across front and back porches
Glazing Gaia's grace
elational transfiguration,
silent musing ecodrama
shows off Her magic show
for those with ears to see
through silent first snow
of momentous perennial occasion
Falling just in time
to brighten this sad day for dreams
of Beloved black in white Communions
spreading EarthMother's silent storm
Of love,
impossible to ever sleep
deep same again
Unlikely to become unlover,
to uncover
supremely white slippery cover.
Such elegant purgation grace!
I would dishonor Her
to break such silent sleep
within surrender's coldly storming space.
I am dying to be by you, at your bedside
Mon amour, I yearn every second to be by your side
To soothe the pain, to give you a good massage
To mesmerize you and to send the right message
To your body, to your soul and to your enduring heart
Darling, going forward, you and I should never be apart.
I am dying to be with you at night and day
Throughout your rehabilitation and your stay
At any medical facilities. I miss you very bad
I miss you all the time. I am both sad and mad
That I am not with you right now and today
I’m craving and dying to be by your side right away.
I will see you soon. I will be with you all the time
I will be the sweet healer who will happily rhyme
For you. I had been waiting for the perfect occasion
To come. I am eager to see you smile and laugh again
I am dying to be sitting and standing at your bed side
Sweetheart, I miss you like a sad lover, like a poor child.
Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
À Ton Chevet
Je meurs d'envie d'être à tes côtés, à ton biais
Mon amour, je suis assoiffé d'être à ton chevet
Pour éteindre ta douleur, pour t’administrer un bon massage
Pour t'envoûter et pour envoyer de doux messages
À ton corps, à ton âme et à ton cœur ébranlé
Chérie, dès lors toi et moi ne devrions plus jamais être séparés.
Je meurs d'envie d'être avec toi, nuit et jour
Pendant ta réhabilitation et ton séjour
Dans toutes les facultés médicales. Tu me manques terriblement
J’ai soif et faim de te voir. Je suis à la fois triste et en colère
De ne pas être avec toi aujourd'hui, en ce moment
Je suis chaud d'être à tes côtés, tout de suite, tendre mère.
À bientôt. Je serai avec toi tout le temps
Je serai le doux guérisseur qui rimera joyeusement
Juste pour toi. J'attendais l'occasion parfaite de venir
À tes cotés. J'ai hâte de te revoir sourire et rire
Je meurs d'envie de me tenir à ton chevet
Tu me manques comme un pauvre amant largué sur le quai.
P.S. Translation of “By Your Bedside” by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © Septembre 2025 Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
flag
a train runs over me and mine
indifferent to our
cries its moguls feed without blinking are incredulous
masses going to swell to occasion grace is it
to be sheep suckled on milks of
savage pride while honey-blessed malnourished
legions no longer bleat they howl with mutant
alchemy grey towers conjure only
more foul-magic talismans to throw dogs empty
bones will not satisfy even sparrows consume themselves in famine
they'll have to kill me i'll not taint myself in
their unholy rag i've seen them eat their children and pimp
their own to strangers
he began to weep rivers of flame and bleed armies of rage
too late to quench tiger-fire soon will femur
trumpets wail chod-rite cymbals crash all urns of sin spill forth
lava-like consuming marionette and masters in
ancient ways known to all
rb '90