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I somehow made friends with my enemy,
the one who always pestered me,
feverishly competing for my sweet honey,
I would never give in for love nor money.
He buzzed around my head one day,
asking if there he could rest away,
he promised to watch me as I indulged,
soon my bear belly began to bulge.
I'm now good friends with the bee,
my fondness for honey was because of he,
I would never let our friendship spoil,
So there was no reason for us to quarrel.
I then admitted to that annoying bee,
That without him I couldn't have sweet honey,
So now he always rests upon my head,
I'm stung with sweet friendship while I'm fed.
Vickie Thayer
You made a puerile and repugnant scene.
That was the night you broke a slot machine.
You did it in the casino right out in plain view.
There were scores of patrons around us to watch you.
You pestered me for money in a pertinacious way.
I kept saying to you, “No more money today.
You are having bad luck. This is not your night.”
Your ostensible behavior was enough to cause fright.
With your fist, you thoughtlessly broke the machine’s glass.
The men grabbed you immediately and hauled away your ass.
Furthermore, what happened next did not surprise me
The security guards treated you roughly.
In handcuffs across the floor, they took you away.
Upstairs in their office, you had to stay.
They had you in a dire predicament.
Casino security called the police department.
It was a wasted night with a comp I could not use.
For damages, I wound up paying your dues.
It seemed you realized what had occurred.
You were lucky not to be nailed with a criminal record.
Unfortunately, that did not stop your gambling.
Back to Atlantic City, you kept rambling.
Apparently, you have not learned your lesson to this day.
You thoughtlessly continue to throw your money away.
The van jolts its way into our street.
She hops about in her animated cage
from dashboard to counter
adroitly cardsharping the world.
To her is given a great dispensing,
deftly she sorts
the trivial from the eventful,
flicks the lid of our mail boxes
as dire epistles are bundled with the trite
and the slight.
Each mail box now bears witness
that we are important enough to be persuaded,
pursued and pestered.
for she sorts and sends
and we wait expectantly to discover
if we are recorded within a printed letter,
then wave as the little van chugs away
on its rubber tread.
even though those white envelopes
may hint of trouble ahead.
(This is a fictional poem)
He tried to steal people's cereal and that was a bad habit.
I grabbed my shotgun and I took care of that damn rabbit.
I fired my gun and turned him into goo.
Tonight I will be dining on rabbit stew.
He was wearing a disguise but I knew it was him.
When he grabbed my Trix, his future became grim.
He started hopping around my kitchen and his long ears came flopping out.
He thought I was a bad shot but he didn't know what he was talking about.
Some people are very upset at me, they say that shooting him was a sin.
They should be thankful because they'll never be pestered by him again.
Tussled hair, bruised knees, toothless, lop-sided grin;
Ma is so thankful her dear little imp wasn't born a twin!
She likes things running smoothly, like a finely-tuned violin,
But her little boy marches to his own drum, much to her chagrin!
To begin the day he feeds his breakfast oatmeal to the dog.
Opening a drawer, Ma lets out a screech, finding a slimy frog!
He encourages a fight between Rusty the dog and Simba the cat,
And 'round and 'round they go, in raucous heated combat!
The preacher made his periodic call and settled in his seat.
A whoopee cushion made a lewd noise, startling him to his feet!
He mumbled a hasty good-by, and headed for the door,
As the little imp, choking with laughter, rolled upon the floor!
Ma made treats for her bridge club, saying they were not his fare,
But on bridge day, lo and behold, she found the cupboard bare!
He pestered his little sister unmercifully with never any slack!
"Mommy", she screamed, "he put a slimy worm down my back!"
Tho' he drives his long-suffering mother up the wall,
She wouldn't trade him for any other little boy at all.
After his prayers at bedtime and seeing his sweet, angelic smile,
Ma plops in her chair seeking repose from another daily trial!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I suppose since time immemorial - Dads have provided tutorial,
Doing their best to strive - To teach their kids how to drive.
Though Dads were never all that keen - Kids pestered him once a teen,
To drive the old family sedan - To get a license as soon as they can!
Noah no doubt taught son Ham - To steer the Ark for his driver's exam.
Even with practice in this and that - He managed to bump into Mount Ararat!
Roman lads were shown how to steer - By Papa the fearless charioteer.
How Papa cried, "Oh, mama mia!" - As son raced up and down the via!
When the horse and buggy became the rage - Junior was quick to engage,
Pa into showing him all the glitches - To avoid upsetting in the ditches!
Then along came the Model-T Ford - With all the latest gadgets aboard.
Son crowed that he could drive - He hit a sturdy oak - he's lucky to be alive!
Today with more stringent rules - Driver's education is offered in schools.
But to ensure they're taught the rudiments - And other basic elements,
Dads with tight jaws drive around town - Trying to get their kid to slow down,
Dads suffer through driving sessions - Trying to stifle their kid's agressions!
Pa looses lots of colorful speech - As Junior brakes to a smoking screech.
His head meets the windshield - Thinking his fate is surely sealed!
Dad tries to regain his composure - He's had enough of this exposure!
But he recalls with a grim smile - "As a kid neither was I all that versatile!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 4 in Debbie Guzzi's "The Rhyme Inside" Contest - March 2011
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
A dog never bites its owner
If a dog does just that, it ought to be gently put to sleep
Gentlemen, love women who love you
Ladies, love men who care for you
If someone doesn't like you, don't get upset
It’s fine or okay for someone not to like you
This is democracy 100, everyone is free to choose
Love those who are cordial or courteous to you
Disregard or ignore those who dislike or antagonize you
Be strong, vigilant, calm and cool, don't act like fools
The dog barks at its master, it’s because of esurience or jejuneness
But when it bites its master, it’s because this animal is still untamed
This pestered creature is sent eventually to the shelter to be euthanized
A cat always respects its master or has high regard for its owner
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
Shatter not the heart of those who don't like or despise you
However do your very best for those who care for you
For those who are not hypocritical, ingrate or ungrateful
Old cats will in perpetuum remain old cats
They function as old egotistic crabs or irritating crotchety rats
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
Love is the appropriate answer
Not the mortiferous cancer.
P.S. Translation of ' Renmen Moun Ki Renmen Ou’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © June 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
What Lurks Within
Were it once a bright and honest form
Un-pestered by the flies now round it swarm
The purity be gone, though be deceptions fault
Un-blamed and yet desires could not halt
Offered such a power which man can only dream
And wore the coat, perfectly, seam to seam
Doomed to haunt and carry out the deeds
Unearth the weak and in them plant the seeds
Ease out the good that lives in every heart
Cause conscience and the senses fall apart
And with each take, his strength to reinforce
To change the destiny of human course
In plain sight, amongst us to reside
Familiar, has no need of us to hide
Innocent his face to all appears
His presence is not felt, till mind he sears
The curious be tempted, least to take a peep
That instant found new blood has he to creep
He draws you there with his, and your own sin
I beg, I beg, never dare, to see, what lurks within
This poem is about my friend Eddie
We went to college together in New York City.
While other students were busy with trigonometric calculations,
Eddie had his own ambitions.
Eddie’s guitar was his prized possession
Plucking away at its strings was his obsession
Getting good grades was something he could manage
His performance was always above average
His father was his only fear
Who wanted to make him an engineer
Most of the time he was pestered with phone calls from his father,
Giving him advice but Eddie didn't even bother
But then he decide to meet hi, one day
So he drove to Philadelphia to meet him that day
He had to tell his father about his ambition
As he had no other option.
Getting home he found his father working away
But still he went up to him and said what he had to say
His father stopped and listened diligently
And after much argument he finally had to agree.
So now, after six years, two months and five days
Eddie has his own band where he plays,
Though Eddie and his father are still at war
About Eddie playing the guitar.
This was the story of my friend Eddie
Who is now a relatively well known celebrity
He finally got to live his dreams
And fulfilled his ambition, it seems!
I am damaged,
Ravaged,
Mismanaged,
Dismantling the old,
Life was growing cold.
Scolded by the heat,
I cant feel my feet,
Admitting sweet defeat.
May i eat from your table,
I'm barely able to rest.
Is there another test?
Pestered by the enemy,
It was within my own entity,
Hurting what I couldn't see.
I damaged the best of me,
Ravaged a perfect body,
Mismanaged my priorities,
Quietly waiting for the end to be.
Please forgive me my friend,
I hope there's time to mend,
Bending time to start again,
Doing better where I can,
Striving to be a better man,
Everyday sticking to a plan,
The human very resilient,
Sentient,
Heaven sent,
We represent our creator,
Changing now is better then later,
You are your own Savior.