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DRAWING AND PAINTING
Free hand Drawing is my addiction
on lines, figures, shapes of Geometry
designing in symmetry and asymmetry,
exactly same as composing poetry
in rhymes, free verse! No restriction.
To sketch portrait, I fascinate,
taking my Idols and high personalities,
popular figure or celebrities,
Dear Ones of lovable qualities,
I try to concentrate
I love to paint Natural panorama.
as mountains, forests visited so far,
lake, brook, stream or river,
flying bird, sparkling star, blooming flower.
Each I honour as prima.
I wish to be a cartoonist
carrying easy means of relaxation
to release stress or tension.
May not worth to mention,
I am not so-called artist.
10/11/17
One click closer to a naughty mama.
One click closer to a blue chanteuse.
One click closer to a prima donna.
One click closer to a femme fatale.
One click closer to a black deed done.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to a foxy diva.
One click closer to a sweet coquette.
One click closer to a rogue enchantress.
One click closer to a teasing vamp.
One click closer to a death head’s grin.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to a nagging harpy.
One click closer to a nasty scold.
One click closer to a fussy trollop.
One click closer to a brazen shrew.
One click closer, it’s Euclidian.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to an eager hussy.
One click closer to a .
One click closer to a savage mistress.
One click closer to an ardent tart.
One click closer lets Delilah win.
One click closer to oblivion.
A euphemism is a way
of saying what went down,
of neutralising all dismay,
and rubbing out the frown.
The bad stuff has by now occurred,
but let’s not raise the tension:
we need a mollifying word,
a less-than-stressful mention.
“We cannot say for sure, at all,
how World War Two will end:
you think we’ve got a crystal ball?
Who knows how things may tend?”
These words of Hiro Hito were
designed to calm the moms:
did no-one in Japan say, “Sir,
they’ve dropped two atom bombs”?
Imagine that your local church
(episcopal, suppose)
needs newbies, and is on the search
for Sunday-sucker-Joes.
“This Hitler guy, let’s not say why,
won’t be the perfect warden.”
And if your parents have to die,
what’s wrong with Lizzie Borden?
A dinner invite: you’re recruiting
a trusty baby-sitter –
Rasputin, maybe? Why not Putin?
You don’t want Gary Glitter?
The kids need someone, prima facie,
less controversial, calmer:
Spencer Tracy? Kevin Spacey?
Let’s book the Dalai Lama!
Count Dracula is not Count Basie
(self-harmer, instant karma):
but better yet than John Wayne Gacey
or even Geoffrey Dahmer.
Euphemism doesn’t work.
I’d rather know the truth.
So Humphrey Bogart was a jerk,
Roy Rogers and Babe Ruth.
Coming of the Magi
Matthew 2.1-12
Verse 1: “After Jesus was born in Bethlehem...Judea,
During the reign of King Herod, magi came [Yeshua],
From the east to Jerusalem. 2 They asked: [aroma],
‘Where is the newborn king of the Jews? [paranoia].
We’ve seen his star in the east, and we’ve [hernia],
Come to honor him.’ 3 When King Herod [gonna],
Heard this, he was troubled, and everyone [won’t ya],
In Jerusalem was troubled with him [trauma (Athena)].
4 He gathered all the chief priests and the legal [torah],
Experts and asked them where the Christ was [Amonia],
To be born [stroma]. 5 They said ‘In Bethlehem [krona],
Of Judea, for this is what the prophet wrote, [Adonia]:
6 “You, Bethlehem, land of Judah, by no means, [aqua],
Are you the least among the rulers of Judah [enterica],
Because from you will come one who governs [insignia],
Who will shepherd my people Israel [loud n’ proud aura]”.
7 Then Herod secretly called for the magi and [drama],
Found out from them the time when the star [corona],
Had first appeared [prima]. 8 He sent them [begonia],
To Bethlehem, saying, “Go [n’] search carefully [beg ya]:
For the child. When you’ve found him, report [nihil mora],
To me so that I too may go and honor him.” Paronama].
9 When they heard the king, they went; and, [proxima],
Look, the star they had seen in the east went [comptonia] -
Ahead of them until it stood over the place [concordia],
Where the child was. 10 When they saw the star [folia],
They were filled with joy. 11 They entered the house [coxa],
And saw the child with Mary his mother [Collutorium gutta].
Falling to their knees, they honored him [phenomena].
Then they opened their treasure chests and [poma],
Presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense [aroma],
And myrr. Because they were warned in a dream, [gala] -
Not to return to Herod [inca], they went back to [ok plasma],
Their own country by another route [elegantia (got ya!}].
I believe this is Matt 2.1-12, and know that you will lambda,
Because this trauma dealt with by the magi, was brahma.
Common English Bible used.
I had leaned on the bar of the balcony, when suddenly
My eyes and my mind have captured, from far away
A silhouette creeping down the steps and the stairs
Imitating a sassy ballerina with great skills and care
It's like a prima donna which was galloping gallantly
The mystical diva had an extraordinarily
Kif-kif style which could cause any man to shiver
She was so cute that I had bit really hard the palm
Of my right hand, as a sign of love, respect and envy
About fifteen meters away, I had found her so pretty
That my legs were frantically shaking. So powerful as a bomb
That I almost fell from the celestial clouds. The charm, beauty
And elegance of this muse were unparalleled
The Mighty Lord knows how to build wonders that are
Sensational, lascivious, wholesome, perfect even irreproachable
This angelic passerby had replied to my bonjour
Freezing me until her outlines and edges had classically detoured
Oh! Wonderful Lord, she was so fine and adorable
That my tongue had grown heavy and my face had sunk into the bay
The charm of beautiful women was superfine and mysteriously sassy
God knows when and how to make men sweltering and happy
Power lies with souls that are delightfully charming and flowery
O Woman! It’s very pleasant to dream at night and a little all day.
P.S. Translation of ‘Le Charme Des Belles Femmes’.
Copyright© January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
12/17/20
"Prima Nocta"
No matter how hard I think
Still can't find the missing link
All night long I drink
I'm on the brink
No, I don't need a shrink
Or to consume more zinc
Trying to stay awake but continuing to blink
It will or won't sync
In person, by image or written in ink
Seeing good and things that really stink
It always took strength
To go to great lengths
It never did any good to draw a blank
Occasionally may have had to break the bank
Oh my goodness
No other way to put it
Couldn't stop doin' what I shouldn't
It's apparent
They say the devil wears it
I never once wore Prada
Problems I gotta
Lot of
Mr. Phantom of the Opera
Been really doing nada
Causing pointless drama
Even arguing with my mama
Sippin' whatever even beer, wine or vodka
Not a lot of agua
Causing my body trauma
All day and night long smoking marijuana
A Tragic Saga
Not saving up any commas
Hard to read my persona
Hakuna Matata
This is beyond Dogma
The Dalai Lama
Or praising "Allah"
From the Bahamas
To beyond Osaka
And Botswana
As well as Tijuana
I'm on a
Roll, I've been Godzilla, they've been Mothra
I've been an anaconda
They've been an iguana
Thinking it was funny like haha
How quickly, I'll pull up on ya
Catch them slippin' inside or out of their Honda
They've been Clapa
And Steapa
Warring since the Prima Nocta
To my friends I wanna
Holla
Keep stacking up them blues and every dolla
May you reach a state of nirvana
Among unique flora and fauna
The world freezing cold or hotta than a sauna
If I wanna
I'll continue spitting lava
Chose to consume Belladonna
Or to end it all with a Katana
For good Ta-ta
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the stable,
Not a reindeer was stirring upsetting Old Santa's timetable!
Sitting on their haunches were Donner, Comet, Cupid and Prancer,
And joining them in a snit were Dasher, Vixen, Blitzer and Dancer!
Rudy, that prima donna, relaxed in his stall, well out of sight,
Preening and shining his nose, preparing to lead tonight's flight.
'Twas well-known that Rudy was Santa's pet of all the reindeer,
Since he was seen by the others schmoozing with Santa all thro' the year.
Hence, he was known as Rudolph the Brown Noser by his envious peers,
Instead of Rudolph the Red Noser which was time-honored in past years.
Since early July the sprites had worked overtime out-doing themselves;
Alas, Santa's sleigh sat idle full of goodies loaded by hard-driven elves.
The cantankerous deer allowed there was no settlement yet near,
So said Santa, "Get this show on the road! Rudy will lead the herd this year!"
Santa set up a system to draw straws as leader for all subsequent Yules,
And if this didn't work, he threatened to replace them with a span of mules!
Entry for Joseph May's "The Night Before" Contest
Kabini- “ Discern As I Descend “
Amidst the yellow woods , Here I am
Bewildering what’s more beautiful?
Is it the green canopy
Or the tall widespread trees?
Witnessing the nature’s blessing with every blink!
Greeted by the Humming birds, begins the safari with a splash!
Engrossed in the soothing sound of whistling Ducks!
Here comes running to me the husky Deers,
Convinced I am !! as I drive deeper into this yellow woods!
Bewitching the beauty of dawn unfold the nature’s calm!
Betwixt the soothing sound of whirling water streams,,
A row of beautiful bamboo trees,
I spot a giant grey beauty ,
Well he is such a poser , with a trunk that’s Muddy ! :)
Wondering where the beaming butterflies are guiding me to,
I descend further into the woods soaking in the Morning Sun!
Pops in the Prima Donna of this forest !
Gracefully quivering her feathers as she whirls,
Well she is accompanied with one another !
Admiring their actions, putting on hold the worldly distractions, and making further into this magical attraction!
How calm, Serene, united is this world in the Wild,
Well they in definite have a lesson for the human fickle mind!
Amidst the yellow woods here I am , letting the nature’s beauty unfold!
Wishing , hoping, the nature imparts, permeates her beauty into the “other Monotonous world “
I could be a prima ballerina or a semi driver
could rename myself McCellihouti or McGiver
could become a psychologist, biologist, zoologist,
anthropologist, or an ultra-mologist.
My therapist stops me.
What is an ultra-mologist?
It’s a person who trains for every position just in case.
In case we get to live under the ocean or outer space.
I am not discounting any ideas, for they are all great you see.
Might even become an explorer and discover an unknown sea.
I could be a pirate queen and make others walk the plank.
Could become a wayfarer like my Uncle Hank.
I am open to any profession, for I am great at everything.
Can dance, knit, work on car engines, what will my life bring?
This might seem braggadocio from another.
But I am brilliant and talented – just ask my mother.
Life cannot put any limits on me, you see.
I am confident and wild and wooly and free.
A hush fell o'er the Little Kirk Presbyterian Congregation,
Anticipating the annual Sunday School Christmas presentation.
The solemn flock, (usually obsessed with predestination),
Relaxed in their pews to enjoy Jesus' birthday celebration!
For weeks, moms had fashioned halos, stars and angels' wings,
Also, beards, crowns and robes for the trio of royal kings.
Over and over, harried teachers rehearsed the little dears.
This promised to be the smoothest pageant production in years!
Alas, things didn't go as conceived from the very start!
Kids bawled for Mom and Dad while others forgot their part!
Tho' Cindy Lou could at times be quite the prima donna,
She was chosen to star in the role of Mary the Madonna.
Little angels hovered about, their wings all askew.
The shepherds milled about not knowing what to do.
Joseph toyed with the Jesus doll and it cried, "I want my mama!"
Causing parishioners to titter, detracting from the drama!
The pastor read the Christmas Story from the account in Luke.
The kids harmonized on "Away in the Manger", a propitious fluke!
They portrayed the Christmas Miracle, despite some serious flaws,
And for their efforts received a standing round of applause!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)