Long Rum Poems
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It's impossible to step outside of alcohol.
It's like finding a new road map, curious and invigorating,
Until you wake up to the old, brighter consciousness.
The binging of drink is Life Immobile.
The non-creative dream-state of
Fools and heart-ache.
I write such a thing in such a state.
Art in rum and Belgian beer.
Art with chamomile and wounded cheer.
Art underground and minted and cold.
Art in heaven with cellulose toes.
Art in art with hearts and charts.
You get the picture. Of a car.
It's just a bunch of parts. On the ground.
You make your shape and I'll make mine.
You stay sober, I'll get the wine.
We're all swimming together anyway,
Some just smile as they drown.
Others breathe, wearing a frown.
He opened the window in much practiced silence
If somebody heard there would likely be violence
He’d been here before and endured quite a spat
For when he broke in he encountered a cat
The cat ran him ragged but he never knew
That things would get worse because ‘one cat’… was two
They’d caught him off guard for he’d come unprepared
But now he’s forewarned so those cats should be scared
So pushing the curtains aside he climbed in
His flashlight, for now, was tucked under his chin
He listened for footsteps which might make him run
And switched on his flashlight to seek out some fun
He didn’t want money, nor high value loot
He’d come to give kittens a feel of his boot
And then in his beam there were eyes shining bright
He told them, “You cats won’t defeat me tonight.
“Last time I came I found cats in this house
Who ganged up on me with an overgrown mouse.
This time, it’s different… I’ve brought a big sack
So soon you’ll be gone and you ain’t coming back.”
Raisin said, “Mister, we’re taking you down.”
The man heard, “Meow” and that caused him to frown
“Don’t be mewing at me you dumb little moggie
You’re getting a home that is chilly and soggy.”
Rum flicked a paw in an ‘over there’ motion
The man with the flashlight said, “Quit the commotion.”
But he didn’t know that the ‘dumb little moggie’
Had mewed, “Turn around… meet our dumb massive doggie.”
In a moment of silence the man wasn’t ranting
And that is perhaps how the man heard the panting
A young German Shepherd is still quite a beast
The man just saw teeth that looked ready to feast
Walnut’s tongue lolloped, his mind in a muddle
How can a man, indoors, stand in a puddle
This quivering human was one tragic sight
But Walnut was good… and good dogs don’t bite
So, yes, he was good but the man didn’t know it
And Walnut decided that he shouldn’t show it
He feigned a mad growl and emitted some slobber
And local police got a call… from the robber!
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Raisin said, “Let’s write a poem,
Let’s try to make everything rhyme
A Limerick; maybe a sonnet
Let’s write it in double quick time?”
Rum said, “Let me get us started,
I’ll make it an everyday tale
And if we write something artistic
An agent might put it on sale.
“We will have to keep it in memory
For kittens cannot hold a pen
And despite recent hype, we can’t even type
So let’s limit stanzas to ten.”
Those kittens sat ‘writing’ together
All day and well into the night
And when they were done Rum asked whether
They should edit or even rewrite
Raisin said, “No, I don’t think so,
Let’s run through again and decide.”
Her recital was ‘read’ and, nodding, Rum said
“That should impress poets worldwide.”
So Raisin had thoughts that were forming
A plan that was worthy of note
“Let’s say it aloud in the morning,
So ‘Mummy’ can hear what we wrote.”
At seven a.m. the alarm clock
Awoke mum and dad from their rest
They silenced the clock and got quite a shock
As Rum gave the poem his best
Well, mum and dad listened intently
As their kittens recited away
“I think,” said their dad, “Those kittens are mad!”
For this was their poem that day….
Meow, meow, prrrr, mew, meow
Prrr, mew, meow, prrr, mew……….
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum
He didn't have much, in fact just the drum around his side
Though none of us are as such few of us have really tried
He gave the only thing he had, a gift truly from his heart
And to it he did add as you can hear right from the start
He played Him his special song as like a song written for you
His own love for Him so strong in seeing him you just knew
And with his drum he began in playing a song in His Name
In just knowing how special of a day, inside a burning Flame
And play his drum he did a song we remember so well today
Though most of us don't also long as so many don't even pray
That song touched everyone around and this in being so young
It's was such a beautiful sound like a Heavenly bell being rung
For what he hoped all the while as he played before the king
Was just to make him smile was all he was hoping to bring
And just as he was about to leave and go upon his own way
That smile he did receive as the king then asked him to stay
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum
A Poet can get very Glum
And she starts to think it's rather Rum
When she would like to write
A poem that would delight
Everyone.
Her brain, if it's still there,
Has gone on strike
Or don't care
About the Poet, who holds the pen
Who feels she'll never write again
Beware,
Of brain that has had enough
Of the challenge of this rhyming stuff
Moon in June and Morn and Dawn
Fills some accomplished poet's brains with scorn
Yawn.
My brain is going senile,
My pen does not know what to do, meanwhile
Maybe if I had a new pen
My brain would start to tick again
Fragile
Fragile and needs a rest
The brain is too tired to give its best
I may take a sip of Nelson's blood
Which will I hope cause a flood
Of Poems so exquisite
My brain will revisit
And meet the test.
“What is it?” said Raisin. Rum said, “I don’t know,
Let’s find us a hill and watch that thing go.”
Walnut said, “Hold up; I’ve seen one of these,
It looks like a wheel, but it is, in fact, cheese.”
“It’s normally cut into portions to sell
Whoever mislaid it will be mad as hell.”
Rum said, “Are you saying this thing is food,
It don’t smell like something that I ever chewed.”
Raisin was tentative, sniffing it quick,
“Crikey, it’s putrid… I wanna be sick.”
Walnut said, “Mum and dad love it… I’m in.”
He bit off a chunk and bits stuck to his chin.
His eyes soon glazed over, and poor Walnut cringed
“That stuff really packs quite a punch,” Walnut whinged
He tried to suck cheese from his gums and he slobbered.
“Boy that stuff’s sticky, my taste buds are clobbered"”
A man in a chef’s hat and curled up moustache
Came up and bellowed, “C’est Mon fromage!”
Walnut said, “I think he’s after our cheese.”
And Rum said, “For heaven’s sake, give him it…PLEASE!”
The chef headed off with the cheese he’d mislaid
While Walnut was praying the bad taste would fade
Both Rum and Raisin had covered their noses
Rum said, “You sure ain’t a bouquet of roses.”
And so they walked home and at Raisin’s insistence
Walnut was made to walk at quite a distance
Rum said, “If anyone stands in our way,
Your foul, rotten-egg breath will keep them at bay.”
And so as they walked, ally cats let them be
A woodpecker squawked and fell out of a tree
A tree surgeon gagged and he might well have fled
But the branch he’d been sawing fell down on his head
A man on a bike steered it into a brook
Pedestrians went to help out or just look
They all jumped as one for the impulse was strong
The brook seemed a good place to hide from the pong
Once home, Walnut, Raisin and Rum had a doze
Then woke to the sound of their mum’s sniffy nose
She was knelt with her head in the washing machine…
“There’s rancid socks somewhere… the stench is obscene!”
Another huge turkey was caught
The big pheasant was housed in the vault
For consumption
Not for admiration
I'm neither talking about the wild turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the noisy pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.
I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Colourful flags of the Caribbean
Flood London’s streets,
Vibrations from the sound systems
Pounding heavy reggae beats.
Smells of curry goat
And jerk chicken in the air,
Smoke rising from the barbecues,
Feathers tangled in dancers’ hair.
Men and women whining,
Drums echo through the crowd,
The city shakes with unity —
Culture roaring loud.
Everyone’s united,
Dancing, chanting proud,
Sipping cups of homemade sorrel,
Ancestral voices shouting loud.
And in the bass, in the blaze, in the laughter and cheer,
Echoes of struggle that carried them here —
Chains turned to rhythms, pain turned to song,
A people still marching, still dancing, still strong.
Corona rum is on the run
It is causing the men to have fun
Corona rum is strong, it makes the men behave bad
Corona rum is a mixture of Jamaica 's white rum and the
The energy drink call boom
I am sitting on the corner watching Corona disorder
Ten men gather on the corner drinking corona rum
They are screaming and shouting and it hard to tell
What they are arguing about, the group is getting bigger
And corona rum is getting sweeter and the language
gets meaner.Expletive spilling on top of expletives
nasty words dropping from their lips, a sip of corona make the
men behave violent, they are boisterous and loud
And the words dripping from their lips are shameful and decieving
Corona rum is spining in their head and they say that
Corona rum is the only remedy to prevent you from dropping dead
Corona rum is the only remedy that will clear your lungs
It is Sunday and the place is noisy, it is not the usual
Church sound but it is corona rum that is raising havock all over the town
Corona rum is shouting and firing gun,just one sip will
throw you to the ground.They say that it will burn the virus
And fight of the flu, they say that it is a good for me and you
Corona rum is a strong homemade remedy to ward off the virus from you
Some of the men called themselves dread
With long brown hair flowing from their head
It appears as if they are loosing their mind from
a remedy that is strong but deceives the mind
It will throw you to the ground and drag you
All over the town, it is a barefaced strategy in disguise
And it will make heaven weep and cry.
Corona rum is moving around the city in disguise
Dont drink it if you cannot handle it.
The men are acting out of place carona rum is
Spilling from their face, it will clear out the mucus
From your throat and embrace you without a doubt
Carona rum is the best remedy
It will clear your throat and make you shout
Corona is the new remedy in the town.