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As I am walking into my destiny,
With my tattered blue jean that I have conserved in the family archive.
The giggle, cackle, chuckle can witness how I have been pestered by life.
Even the silly cat and dog in the house distance from me,
Because of my persisted wrangling, bickering and squabbling life.
I have been quarantined without any infection in my biological home.
When will this pestering and harrying life will stop.
While my colleagues have be blessed with sparkle life,
I am not exempted from derision and whisperer.
As I walk with a heavy heart,
My self respect having evaporated in the hands of tattlers.
So when will I escape from this miserable mystify life,
I cannot wait for tomorrow.
I am walking toward where my destiny has be stolen into.
My heart flares not in the journey of discovering my destiny,
Though the road may attract with numerous brutes and dangerous beasts.
It is goodwill to die in war front like soldier than to live and die chagrin life,
Even the tattlers will appreciate the gallant and chivalrous journey to discover my destiny.
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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.
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!
The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell.
He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell!
He served farmers and ranchers for nigh on two generations,
Deliverin' calves, foals and lambs and performin' tricky operations.
He left the comfort of his bed on many a cold and blustery night,
To help a cow deliver her calf by the mellow glow of a lantern light.
He'd been kicked by cantankerous mules and butted by grumpy goats;
Spat upon by numerous llamas and trampled by chargin' shoats;
Bitten by mean old junkyard dogs and clawed by feral cats;
Gored by irate bulls and pestered by stingin' gnats!
He witnessed the miracle of birth durin' his practice of many years,
And won the confidence of his clients and the esteem of his peers.
Though he had some book learnin' he mostly taught himself.
He never aspired to become rich and had little of the world's pelf.
He recognized that God created all creatures great and small,
And suffered the hazards of the job to treat and love them all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Vacances en France
Seven hundred miles we travelled,
Across both land and sea.
Because our friends had told us,
France was lovely as could be.
Two caravans we towed there,
To a villa called ‘la Ronce’,
They’d been there, so many times,
But us, well just this once.
We arrived a little weary,
They’d a puncture on the way.
A tyre blew off their caravan,
And ripped the side away.
We stopped and then a gendarme,
Called a man to change the wheel.
Like something from a storybook,
The scene was quite unreal.
We finally reached the campsite,
And drove in through the gate.
To begin our three week holiday,
We thought, now this is great.
They put us on two pitches,
That were near a mile apart.
And placed us both in sinking sand,
I threatened to depart.
They realised I meant it,
So they gave us two good sites.
Where we were pitched together,
And could gossip through the nights.
We spent our days by swimming,
On the glorious Français coast.
By evening we were drinking wine,
To cool our daily ‘roast’.
We took along our teenage kids,
With us they did not stay.
But spent their days, with friends in bars,
And made us parents pay.
The lifestyle there so different,
From the one we had at home,
A slower pace of living,
And not pestered by the phone.
We thought we were in heaven,
As we sweltered everyday.
While watching nudists on the beach,
Where we would swim and play.
But there was ‘one little drawback’,
Just a tiny one, you see.
The site had other visitors,
That drank much more than me.
These nasty little creatures,
Had a taste for human blood.
And feasted on our bodies,
Like nought but vampires should.
Swollen up from head to toe,
And even on our bum.
We looked like we’d been rolled in thorns,
Then toasted by the sun.
Amongst our cherished memories,
When we finally left our sites.
We took home thoughts of sunny days,
While scratching insect bites!
Ivor G Davies
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
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.
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
a young boy once lived in a zoo
round him such a hullabaloo
to earn his full daily keep
he looked after all the sheep
shovelling up their mounds of poo
to change his one job he pestered
and with the truth he so twisted
then he looked after the goats
their smell was beyond a joke
regrets the story invented
now caring for baby camel
but was way too much to handle
on him they dribbled and spat
the next day he wore a hat
but still was too hard to handle
then he looked after the rabbits
but they had many bad habits
from him they would hop away
and would never stay and play
they treated him like a bandit
then he tried with the quacking ducks
here he had so much better luck
giving them bread by the pound
they would follow him around
now with small nests they would get stuck
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