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When I was born,
My hands were empty.
When I was died,
My hands were empty.
What was a difference?
When I was born.
My family relatives and friends
Congratulates to my family.
My father got proud on my Mum.
And arranged a big party,
And celebrated as a happy day.
I have seen happiness around me.
My Aunty got jealous,
Not only with my Mum,
Also with me, because
She had six daughters.
She knocked all religious doors,
And followed every single instruction,
But failed to have a male baby.
And her family were grown as Pumpkin.
She also kidnapped me,
At spot, she and her supporter Sadhu,
Was arrested, when I was saved,
They were preparing me for a sacrifice.
For the happiness of a Statue God,
And believing to transfer my soul,
As a male in my Aunt’s family.
My life was a challenge to them.
My father said to her,
If you asked me to adopt my son,
As yours, believe me, I admit it,
But I am shame, you did this for me.
Do you believe? God will be happy,
To kill this innocent.
If it is easy to get something,
Society never stops to gain their wish.
My friends also hated me,
I was clever in education
And healthy in sport.
They never appreciated my deeds.
Always introduced new stoppers.
People also minded about my Love,
When I fall in Love with a Lovely Girl,
Her family was poor.
Poverty insulted them and snatched Grace,
And also humiliated me.
My family and relatives,
Ill-treated me, and provoked.
Her acceptance was only for a dowry.
I was honest and worked hard,
My innocence was also a crime.
Everyone get benefit to befool me.
My honest life was a misery
And everyone challenged me,
In a race of earnings,
They teased me when I was alive.
When I were died,
People also came to express sorrowness,
And promised when I was absent,
Their feelings are with my family.
My life was empty,
And died with empty hands.
Religion and traditions are,
Society worshipping them.
But never accepted me a human,
As human, I didn’t understand,
Whatsoever made this system?
It is only for living.
A human born for living, to enjoy
All free sources, as a human, who knows?
Insulted person has a better life.
After his death, in Heaven.
Welcome to the new millennium
Seven years in the making.
Forever forsaking.
Every year touted as the last one on earth
Yet we all know the worth
Of a dollar.
Holler if you hear someone knocking
On heavens door.
No one lives there any more.
We bury our ineptitude in Prozac
Leaving a chemtrail of excuses
For a meager existence.
Ya we got a persistence
Stuck tight to our convictions
All kinds of strange fictions
We can relate to.
Take two.
We wanna make an easy living
And we ain’t forgiving no one their ways
If they’re different from ours.
Mars is looking pretty good from here.
Nasa’s fear for the final escape from hell.
Oh well, I figure we’re better off without them
Let the Baptists shout them off and out a here.
How about a beer?
We have planning to do for after the fall
Damn prince is late for the ball
Again.
Men.
Third time then.
Had some ideas the sixties lost
In the purple haze that cost
Jimmy and Janice that open door
The gratefully dead rise once more
And walk among us for commercial benefit
A one hit one hit, never hurt a bit.
Even cowgirls get the blues
Just looking at all the used to’s.
Like clean water and air.
Really not fair
To the next generation.
What nation started the wars
And the what ifs and what fors
Mean nothing much
So out of touch
With our roots of empathy
Even the score
Take four.
Sugar plum fairies spun a new one
And LA went glitter. Get a baby sitter
We’re going for a ramble
A gamble, lose our homeland
To the security of perpetual debt
In the casinos of the golden carrot
Walmart shoppers
And show stoppers
Of celeb status
Getting at us
With attitude meant to be rude,
Exclude, ridiculed, died in the nude
Don’t mean to intrude,
but
Good company
Is so hard to come by
Buried like Pompeii
Wrapped in our denial
All the while
Our ship is sinking
And all the thinking
Hasn’t changed a lot.
All we got in the final analysis
is this.
Do unto others.
We’re all sisters and brothers
All nations
All our relations.
Love is the essence.
Your presence is flavor.
I'll savor you "Now and Later."
Your sweetness is one,
of many candies,
not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
I'm a "sucker" for you,
like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.
Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"
we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.
You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."
You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.
"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."
Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"
as true love's meant to be.
We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"
then we'll twist into "Kisses."
Doesn't that sound delicious?
I'll lick your "Necco,"
as you tickle my ears.
My "Snickers" are so hard,
I'm brought to tears.
I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"
while you tenderly rub my back.
"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.
You make relaxing easy,
like bendy "Laffy Taffy."
You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.
""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.
Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"
Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.
Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.
Call me your girl, or a playful tease.
You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."
When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.
You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."
We'd make great "Sugar Babies."
Maybe with lots of practice,
we might have "Twix."
We could name them "Mike & Ike,"
or something we both like.
You're such a "Big Hunk,"
and I love "Whoppers."
Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.
(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over
correctly.)
Bursts Of Creativity...
Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...
ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during midnight
oil, and pry open hermetically airtight
noggin, where my poetic
(side) juices glommed up tight
blew silly blackened, and barbed
as though cold anthracite
ash coal lest futile effort
fueling mental cogs synaps (snaps),
sans each axon and dendrite,
and damn pinwheeling frenzied
writer's block won't budge,
no matter intense aghast fright
regarding drawing nothing,
but blank screen, an unpleasant sight
which activates greater fright
concentration stoppers appetite
to satiate agile literary skill
invoked with all mum might
encountering severe
resistance along well worn
nicked, pitted, rutted...
central processing unit abysmal sight
core cratered tracks analogous trite
other places blasted as if by dynamite
nanobot size infrastructure blight
hmm... huff frayed
to admit fifty plus shades
of grey pock marked beltway abustle
with at least bajillion
self important cosmopolite
avast friggin buzzfeed contrasted with bevy
of heavily rowdy, yet polite
sumo wrestlers exuding
spongy dimpled cellulite,
nonetheless grueling effort experienced
with craven half starved diabolical spite
undermining, jackknifing,
dogging... literary endeavor to expedite
satisfactory pièce de résistance flight
of fancy, though challenged
every step of the way,
once ambition fired up...at twilight
as mortal passion
unstoppable to complete
crafting daily poem
kindled with emotional lignite!
We weren't rich by any means
but our bellies were full and our clothes were clean
They didn't display those high priced names
but they wore fine just the same
We didn't ride around in fancy cars
Grandma saved pennies in a big glass jar
We learned early that money doesn't grow on trees
we also learned to say "thank you" and "please"
I mowed the grass in the summertime
My sister helped hang the clothes on the line
My cousin usually took out the trash
On Friday we'd each get seven dollars cash
At nigh we slept under a big window fan
It made the most comforting sound when it ran
We put a beaten on that old screen door
We must have popped it a million times or more
In the Fall we'd all gather up wood
and invite every kid in the neighborhood
Grandaddy would build us a pretty good fire
We'd all roast hotdogs on coat hanger wires
Our first roller skates had metal wheels
with rubber stoppers on the backs of the heels
We had a paved alley alongside the house
You could see sparks when we skated around
Every couple of years we'd get a new bike
We'd attach playing cards to all of the spikes
We'd attach them with grandma's wooden clothespins
so it would sound like our bikes had motorcycle engines
As I look back on our childhood
I think we had it pretty good
We didn't need all the fancy stuff
We had each other and that was enough
Grandma's house was our favorite place
We'd never felt more loved and safe
That old house was home to us
It was the best even when we'd fight and fuss
Those memories to me are so crisp and clear
I will always hold them very dear
The Great Bell of Bow
I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar
In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to me Pope in Rome
It’s Radio Rental I was just havin a George Raft
A nice Beggar Boys Ass such a lovely Pigs Ear
I only popped out for a quick Gypsies
Not even time to upset me Chalfonts
Me I’d Raspberry n Ripple em
But no leave it to the Bottle and Stoppers
Called Uncle Wilf he just showed me the Henry Moore
Forced to use a Sherbet Dab to get to me Mickey Mouse
I hope the Barnaby or the Garden Gate does em
If not up in Ding Dong or blessed with Surrey Docks
There all covered in Dudleys and end up Hank Marvin
The J Arthur Rankers
Cockney Rhyming Slang
Steam Tug – Mug – fool- idiot
Porkies(pork Pies) – lies
Tea leaf – thief
Jam Jar- Car
Half inched – pinched – stole
Nuclear Sub -pub
Christmas Eve it – believe it
Boracic (lint) –skint- no money
Pope in Rome – home
Radio Rental – mental-a silly situation
George Raft – a draught beer
Beggar Boys Ass – Bass beer (from Burton)
Pigs Ear – beer
Gypsies (kiss) - *iss
Chalfont (St Giles) – piles –haemorrhoids (sorry about that)
Raspberry and Ripple – cripple
Bottle and Stoppers - coppers
Uncle Wilf – filth –Police (sorry about that as well)
Henry Moore - door
Sherbet Dab – cab
Mickey Mouse – house
Barnaby (Rudge) – judge
Garden Gate – Magistrate
Ding Dong (Bell) – Hell
Surrey Docks – the pox
Dudley (Moore’s) - sores
Hank Marvin – starving
The J Arthur Rankers – *ankers
Form:
The Great Bell of Bow
I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar
In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to the Pope in Rome
It’s Radio Rental I was just havin a George Raft
A nice Beggar Boys Ass such a lovely Pigs Ear
I only popped out for a quick Gypsies
Not even time to upset me Chalfonts
Me I’d Raspberry n Ripple em
But no leave it to the Bottle and Stoppers
Called Uncle Wilf he just showed me the Henry Moore
Forced to use a Sherbet Dab to get to me Mickey Mouse
I hope the Barnaby or the Garden Gate does em
If not up in Ding Dong or blessed with Surrey Docks
There all covered in Dudleys and end up Hank Marvin
The J Arthur Rankers
Cockney Rhyming Slang
Steam Tug – Mug (fool- idiot)
Porkies(pork Pies) – lies
Tea leaf – thief
Half inched – pinched (stole)
Nuclear Sub -pub (public house)
Christmas Eve it – believe it
Boracic (lint) –skint (no money)
Pope in Rome – home
Radio Rental – mental (a silly situation)
George Raft – a draught beer
Beggar Boys Ass – Bass beer (from Burton)
Pigs Ear – beer
Gypsies (kiss) - piss (sorry about that)
Chalfonts (St Giles) – piles –haemorrhoids (sorry about that!)
Raspberry and Ripple – cripple
Bottle and Stoppers - coppers
Uncle Wilf – filth –Police (sorry about that as well!)
Henry Moore - door
Sherbet Dab – cab
Mickey Mouse – house
Barnaby (Rudge) – judge
Garden Gate – Magistrate
Ding Dong (Bell) – Hell
Surrey Docks – the pox
Dudley (Moore’s) - sores
Hank Marvin – starving
The J Arthur Rankers – (w)ankers (very sorry about that!)
Many politicians vociferously lie
Many politicians either hide or omit the truth
Many times, I sit down quietly in a booth
Enjoying a glass of chocolate mousse
And drinking orange juice
Serenely to listen and analyze many lawmakers’ words
I laugh like crazy, because they invent many worlds
And mess up like hyperactive toddlers
I bet that many of my readers
Know exactly what I am talking about
Watch their lips and their eyes
And these magicians are full of tricks and lies
Believe me, I never like the notes that they put out
Oh! Yeah, they enjoy displaying their skills on the canvas
Yes, they often raise many doubts in my consciousness
Frankly, I barely believe in less than ten
Percent of what these quintessential whistle-stoppers say
Most of them rely, behind the scene, in pay- to- play
Which is absolutely illegal and verboten
You probably know a few con artists that are
Like that, especially the one who’s not afraid to start a war
Over nonsense or to retaliate, because they have the means
The poor soldiers that they abuse and the deadly guns
That show no mercy
To Humanity
Let me know if you have or have had a similar experience
Where countless officeholders or politicians
Can neither see their shadows nor themselves in the mirror
These days, it is hard to find a good and honest leader
Facts always matter
And lies cause pain, death and despair.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Stank Breath and Funky Shoes Blues
I was at the soda shop the other day.
Met a cute girl there by the way,
Only thing about that I can see
She had terrible stank breath...whooooeee !
On top of that, when I could again peruse,
I gathered my wits and looked for advice I could choose.
But nothing came, so what did I have to lose.
So I sidled up beside that pretty thing
that’s when I saw those funky shoes.
Oh man, stank breath and funky shoes,
how on earth could a sane man choose
to woo that thing and maybe lose,
to a bait of stank breath and funky shoes?
Well, I went to the Walmart store,
and got stank breath stoppers, maybe ten or more.
I just didn’t want that stuff botherin’ me for shore
so I rubbed and I scrubbed til her feet were sore,
I most had blood dripping to the floor.
But I’ll tell you one thang, I had clean feet galore.
Charles G. Henderson on the rampage again, Lord where is the Lone Ranger and Tonto? Where is Tarzan?
I maybe even need superman and the power rangers. My funk has me towin’ the line,,,,,,,geeze grab me some of that krytonite stink stomper fast.... I’m leavin’, hep hep me Edith, no Carl you just stay where you are... I need edith.
Oct. 7, 2019
My Latest Forte...this Oct. 7th, 2 days into being 83. Gracious if I’d a knowed hit wuz this fine, Ida got a whole wad older...sooner.
Revival* drives spiritual quickening
Against apathy magnified by doubt
Amidst distressful skepticism-bout…
God --- I thank for timely awakening.
Propelling toward faithful stewardship
Revival fires up yielded commitment
Once promised with gracious empowerment
Christ --- I praise for His gearing leadership.
Challenging quack healers’ deceitful stand
As well as calamity-stoppers’ show
Along arrogant scene-stealers’ vain glow…
The Lord --- I worship for revival demand.
Unbroken revival covenant reigns
Ceaseless midst earnest reaching-out fervor
Possible as urged by loving favor…
The Holy Spirit --- I esteem for faith-gains.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
November 15, 2021
5th place, " 'U' Contest, New Poems Only"
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/15/2021.