Long Statue Poems
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“Bookkeeper” is the only word in the english language
That has three consecutive double letters
So the next time you're at a party and ask this question
You'll be crowned “Best Trivia Player” ever!
Did you know there are as many chickens on earth
As the number of human beings
This one blew my mind and will surely blow yours
Each day, 75 acres of pizza are eaten
Our eyes are the same size as the day we are born
But our nose and ears don't stop growing
Bet you've never heard about this amazing fact
Under black light, a cat's urine is glowing
A healthy, individual laughs about five times a day
Did you know, “bananas grow pointing up!”
I've heard that bamboo can grows three feet a day
Never stick bamboo up your nose or your butt
The Statue of Liberty's fingers are eight feet long
That's quite amazing for picking her nose
Imagine the size of her ginormous large nostrils
Could probably drive a truck in there if you chose
Did you know that humans average 4,800 words a day
My mother-in-law can beat that no problem
During a full moon, she can speak two words at a time
Some days three but that's not quite as common
Amazing stuff!!!
Posted as You on PS on 8/16/2023 in Free verse Format
When I see your amorous image in the moon,
Clouds cover it up, make us drift evermore.
When I carve your image in the sands of the beach,
Waves come and snatch you from me.
When I adore your image in the lake,
Wind gusts come and scatter my dreams.
I have engraved your picture in my heart,
No one in the world could ever erase it from my heart.
New one in Acrostic format:
Your image simmers in the moon’s amorous gaze.
Over in the sky, clouds conspire, veiling love’s sweet haze,
Under the celestial light, drifting us apart, in the depth of night.
Restless waves, seeking lover, hug the beach in rhythm,
I carve your statue on the beach, hoping waves wait and greet you,
Moody waves crash in, disrupting tranquil dreams, scattering my hopes.
A mirror of adoration, your reflection gleams in the tranquil lake,
Gushing winds rush in, breaking your image in thousand ripples, disrupting my dreams,
Eternally I have etched your image in my beating heart, it will never depart.
These days, the most sought out advanced degree
In Extreme Higher Education is in Plagiarism.
A student can also minor in Overt Racism,
Sexism, Misogyny, Stupidity, and Bigotry.
Help wanted signs will be posted in January,
On every freaking corners in Washington D.C.;
Muslims, Mexicans, Syrians and minorities'
Applications will not be accepted. Senior citizens
Can apply unless they voted in the last two elections.
The reason for the change in rules and policies
Is to NOT 'Make America Great Again'.
Only Europeans and Aryans can apply for political asylum.
The Statue of Liberty will be returned to Marine Le Pen.
More pamphlets will be distributed at the next symposium.
Copyright © November 12,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Forgive me
Daddy
I'm not a snob
I'm just a kid who
Gets comfussed
I hear what they say
It cuts like glass
They laugh
Then walk away so fast
They tell me I'm nothing
They say I'm odd
Like I'm not human at all
Dad
It hurts so much
I come home quiet
Afraid that you see me fall
Forgive me
Daddy
For disappointing you
For all the times I swore I'd
Change
Then did the same old
Things I do
Forgive me
Daddy
I know you see straight through
All of my broken little promises
I still wanna be god for you
Dad
I'm not a statue
I'm not a statue
I'm someone shaking in
My skin
Daddy
I have to change
How I talk
How I turn away
I wanna look you in the eyes
And mean it when I say
Forgive me
Daddy
One day you'll see
The promise I keep
Will be the one to be better
For you
And for me
They pull at my heart
Then call it weak
I keep the tremble tucked within
Sometimes with my friends
I Iaugh along
Pretend that I don't feel a thing
I know that you're not happy
When I slam the door
When I shut you out
I know I make it harder
To understand what I'm
Crying about
Wrapped up as a present,
delivered to a new home.
Inside of its own wrap
she wanted to be shown.
She stands up there,
proud of herself.
She looks everywhere,
to welcome the new future.
Many people try to look
inside of her, others,
just take some pictures
for a new album next to her.
She talks but nobody listens.
She teaches about pride and liberty,
in a deaf school.
She's a hero from the past,
and everything to be searched for,
in our present and the new days.
A present that needs a new freedom
inside of everyone of us.
A reference surrounded by waters.
Always a guide to help to discover
the liberty lying inside of us.
On this landmark an image stands...
statue of a man.
Man of honor and talent,
admiration of any man.
Born with great love for country
Died with one heart of chivalry.
Studied in different schools,
aced all subjects in drools.
A man gifted with excellence.
Shared great works in pickets,
Cured many patients without wickets.
A man of great stature,
No man may be able to equalize.
A man of great sorrow,
Sacrificed himself for tomorrow.
Fellowmen freed to visualize.
So much more can be said
About a man of enviable skills
Young and old have all laid
Heroism of a small man...
Bigger, higher than hills.
Bored in Manhattan
No more, no more Manhattan ....
Statue of Liberty
although fine view of New York harbour,
steep stairs and hot inside.
Times Square- bright lights, shopping and shows,
ball dropping on new year eve ....
much but for its rich history.
For skyscraper Empire State Building,
long queued up for tickets,
only to find those heights leave us hell frozen.
Live musical concert in charismatic Central Park,
scenic beauty and magnetic greens ...
but those boring friends, I lost my spark,
No more, no more Manhattan .....
Written Jan 5th, 2015
For contest by Julia ward
Awarded HM
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
When you're passing through,
you get a scenic veiw.
Of the Statue Of Liberty.
New York's celebrity host.
They're the talk of the town.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York..
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
They say it's great.
The Empire State,
and the Statue Of Liberty.
Don't turn around.
We're onward bound.
On a trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
Take a pleasure cruise.
Then read the news,
and watch a football game.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
So, if you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York..
Poetry-New York-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1980,2014..ALL rights reserved.
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Cold was the night as the snow fell,
drifting on the street and on the paths;
where I wandered and struggled to walk,
weary and homeless, sleepwalking.
Oh, I was a lost runaway from home,
cold was the night and cold was my fear;
No place to go and I had left love behind,
I had no shelter from the cold.
People walked by fast not even seeing me,
help me, feeble and weary I called out;
help me, help me, I am cold and hungry,
and slowly I struggled on and on.
When I could not walk anymore I sat down,
and from the gathering snow I whispered;
but the loud wind sent my words drifting,
so, I just waited in the snow to die.
Then, I saw a building and crawled to the doors,
it was lit by candles and Christmas decorations;
and I lay down in front of a statue of Jesus,
I was found by a priest, gone.
"God took me home."
____________________________
November 2, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/God Took Me Home
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-270-19
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Second Place
It is so hot outside that the Statue of Liberty has put her torch down
And the torch has been extinguished
Underneath the New York Harbor, the flame is subdued.
Imbued, and the glue which holds this city together.
We still stand tall as her torch falls
Amidst the heat and the summer blues
Gathering our strength as New Yorkers
Resilient, we stand with an inner spark
That makes us distinguished and cannot be extinguished!
Underneath the sun that swells to its cusp
And musters up shining light, covering the city in every corner!
It is so hot outside that our inner spark sparkles like firecrackers
Unable to be contained, we move and cannot be obliterated
By the sole whims of the magnificent sun!
We will live on and on with a shining light undone!