Long Zaire Poems

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Premium Member THE MAGIC IN A HUG

What is it about a hug?  Have you ever wondered why
we use this little squeeze of affection 
when we greet our friends and family…
and…when we say goodbye?

The hug is universal…it can be found everywhere…from Albania to Zaire.
It’s a gentle and tender way to show our friends an family we care.

The funny thing about a hug, however, is…
In order for this affection to be shown…
it’s simple physics really…one cannot hug alone.

To feel its power…its magic
with a person or an animal a hug has be paired…
Yes, the only way a hug can work…is when that hug is shared.

A hug can show our love, can calm us, can help to ease our fears.
A hug can bring a smile to our face or stem the flow of tears….

Lovers hug, parents hug and what child does not love to squeeze…
While walking in the forest I’ve even see people hugging trees!

A hug is a way to communicate without words…
and before a hug is done…
for a moment…in the midst of a hug…two people become one.

I wonder…if knowing the grace and beauty of a hug
understanding its magic and its charms…
is the primary reason our creators
gifted us with arms.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member And Lovers Already Gone

Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten 
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned 
Forests depleted
Streams degenerated
Hear the desperate cries
Feelings already aged
Hearts already bruised
Souls already alienated
And lovers already gone
We have nothing left
The singing birds
The meowing cats
Always on our shoulders
And the naughty dogs
Barking sporadically
How presumptuous! How impertinent
The past won't come back
And time leaves us memories
Hidden and huddled under black ice
We talk about tomorrow, about the future
Ah! Good. That's all we can utter
Immediately
We can flee to the hills of Zaire
Like the elephants.

P.S. Translation of ‘Et Des Amours Déjà Partis’ by Hébert Logerie.

Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Misery Accompanied Haltered Tethered Tattered Web

Misery accompanied, haltered, tethered... tattered web

This health conscious lx year
roam'n, hoodwinking hoodlum doth wear
two pair bullet proof underwear,
(which confession rarely trumpeted),
plus yours truly admits unclear
why tibia long in the tooth fellow,

prevaricates with tongue in cheek oh contraire
good n plenti humor absent clear
sense and sensibility so beware
me figuratively pulling poetic foot
mainly "white lie" fibula I air
discombobulated gobbledygook,

which corroboration ye might declare
choosing to cease reading
feeling in high dungeon as all hell... where,
twitching (bull leave me you) nostrils flare
analogous to spewing dragon
rare endangered species from Zaire

of corpse stewing in dungeon
hooping on wing and prayer
to attend Renaissance Faire,
thus word wizard conjured
aforementioned as metaphorical veneer
cuz, he really sought to pioneer

his breakout poetaster career,
thus far batch
prefabricated rejection letters
posits alternative to forswear
writing another feeble rhyme
relieving anonymous critics

providence beckons I course hear
doom and resignation refrain
repeatedly hammering and echoing
within chambers of each ear
mancave best provenance
divine providence especially if nuclear

war rents tentative moments to spare,
which doomsday looms clear,
perhaps half fortnight away
fatalistic mindset, I despair
money woes exacerbate pesky news
sense under_scoring dallying,

dithering, lollygagging... while linear
rise regarding global temperature
gives cold comfort the buccaneer
occupying oval office laissez faire
attitude, hence pennilessness moot
total mortal kombat global warming

further accentuates real Halloween scare,
no trick only ill treatment
unleashed courtesy mutineer
hand over fist handily did profiteer
minting daily another bajillionaire
government coffers bursting

mother earth biosphere square
within uber targeted crosshair
talking heads poles 
apart as global warming
melts Antarctic frigidaire
Santa Claus reindeer and elves

schvitz as north pole melts
in short shrift oblate sphere
formerly teeming with life
field day for hardy 
indomitable creatures thriving
within most scary nightmare.

I Cannot Be Any Moar Pacific

I Cannot Be Any Moar Pacific!

A welcome reprieve
     against blistering hazy,
     hot and humid
     meteorological suffocating air

found me voluntarily
     hermetically sealing myself
     within a climate controlled
     one bedroom apartment

     this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
     (actually originally Lake
     Woebegone) transplant
     getting acclimated to the

     summer weather in Zaire,
this country determined, sans
     while "blindfolded," directed,
     and guided while seated

     in my state of the art bedchair,
hence such chance decision,
     where yours truly,
     would spend the following year

gunslinging, fellow
     shipping, and engaging
     with bountiful mutineers
     while piloting corsair

outlandishly ludicrous, incredibly
     flimsy, and carelessly
     held together by wirehair
with an equally

     ratty motley crue
     forcing yours truly
     to "FAKE" being debonair,
this (Baritone Horn playing)

     privateer did veer
really did  mark hood
     lee did quickly
     twain tubby chief engineer

accomplishing (as
     resident poetic web stir)
     re: alias Muddy
     Waters ("Roger") unclear

breathing sigh of relief,
      I did not go over with
     my trademark mind boggling flair
to sow confusion

     within the mindscape
     of one or more readers
     will cause him/
     her to go thermonuclear

ready to choke, gas, or throttle me
     as he/she doth glare
intimidating such prediction analogously
     like Moby Dick reacting violently
     when Cap'n Ahab thrust a spear!

Premium Member Limerick's X 5

Brother Joseph 

Brother Joseph loved whiskey to drink
Never washed and oh boy did he stink
Monks  stuck him in a tub
All took turns him to rub
He's no longer called the missing link.

Old Sparky

A cruel robber who hailed from zaire
Shot some people cos he didn't care
Then his gun jammed
Said I'll be damned
Now he's sat in the electric chair .

The Race

Snail Sammy he entered the  race
Hare Harry said "you're a disgrace"
Harry stopped for a break
Sammy did overtake
Now Harry's got egg on his face.

Bing Yang

A brazen conman  Bing Yang from Beijing 
Conned a widow out of her diamond ring 
Her folks were appalled
The police were called
Who caught Bing Yang when they set up a'sting'.

Hateful Kid

A hateful kid loved to make the girls scream
Put spiders and dead flies in their ice cream 
So they got their own back
Tied him up in a sack 
And they threw him head first into a stream.



Written 3rd July 2019.
Form: Limerick


Okay What Fiend Stole Thy Body Electric

Thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool 
   upon a midnight clear
full moonlight sonata 
   flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand 
whipped out from 
   whereabouts unknown 

wove disenchanting spell 
   atop me shaded noggin more'n 
   fifty ruffle lake  suns
   Dorian Gray pictured here
to fore, awakened 
   from drunken stupor, 
whence sober self 

saw repulsive trouper 
   fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned, 
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent, 
   mutilated spindled 
various horrid aspects of 
   myself nine inch 
   rusty nails impaired 

which, aghast at such 
   creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged, 
   limned paragon did wear
a grotesque disfigured Joeseph Conrad
   lost within heart of darkness – maybe Zaire

or Zulu-land, this 
   soaked silhouette half bare
from waist to head showed unmanly 
sagging overly engorged breasts 
plus right and left elephant sized ear 
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME, 

yet upon performing 
   self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued, 
cuz thy once 
   bronzed handsome physique 
now grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made 
   for television series created, 
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be 
   temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night, 
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked, 
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared 

to accept, roistering, rollicking, 
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able, 
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness, 
gruesome homeliness, instance 

when no objection would arise 
to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly, 
gummy self activated door 

leading to privet hedge row trimmed 
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin, 
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth 
   with **** face on that card!

Premium Member Five Limericks Part Two

Inspired by Joseph Mays Limerick 11 contest
and a bonus one.

NOT FOR CONTEST

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A randy old dentist called Keith 
Drugged patients and played with their feet
Sucked the toe of a marine
Who then woke up looking mean
Now poor Keith no longer has teeth .

A dashing lawyer who was good at his job
But was only because of his big gob
He got a man ten years
Then he broke down in tears
He found out he was the head of the mob.

There was once a barber from Zaire
Who in life just didn't give a care
In his chair a man sat
Knocked him out with a bat
Stripped him off and shaved off all his hair .

A doctor who was always in a hurry
Got called out to a farm for Mrs Murray 
She was pale and quite ill
So he gave her a pill 
Then rushed off and fell face down in cows slurry.

There was once a mean sponsor called X
He decided soup members he'd vex
Gave them all an N/A
They cried out in dismay
He was sent via soupmail a hex.


Written on 9th January 2019.
Form: Limerick

A Letter To My Mugabe

Uncle Roo
I forgot to celebrate your 89TH 
Birthday but as you turn 90 
May be i will 
Some how for the some reasons

You know it
Gaddafi Is dead
'king of kings'
who died like a mole in a hole
Was he buried in the sea or space?
Wise one i believe you know

Amin Is dead dead
'The king of Scotland'
Fell from his monarchy
Butcher of black
Far from black is buried 

Mubutu Sese seko dead dead dead
'The leopard king  
In the jungles of Zaire
Buried like a fox
Rests in peace?

Like Charles Taylor
The deer of Africa
Breathed and went breathless 
In the cage 
He shies away always 

Now Mandela sleeps
The true son of Africa
Not a king but a son
Our Mandela 
Our Tata 
Is gone
Son who wasn't a king
A son you become a father 
Mandela stands even when he sleeps

Sons stand Kings fall
My Mugabe 
Will you stand or fall?
Form: Elegy

Thursday December 31 2020 Signals Conclusion of Latest Leap Year

Thursday, December 31, 2020 signals conclusion of latest leap year

Whether alphabetized, digitized, 
homogenized, marginalized, satirized... place names
from "A" to Zaire
Thursday, December 31, 2020
signals conclusion of latest leap year.

The Pacific island of Tonga first
to ring in New Year 2021
glad tidings dispersed
celebrated at 10 AM GMT December 31 -
making tiny island nation
first to head into a fresh year.

Second to last
will be American Samoa 11AM –
just 558 miles from Tonga,
where locals and visitors
celebrate a full 25 hours before.

Earth's orbit around the Sun (year)
and rotation on its axis (day) where
latter not perfectly in line there
by necessitating
smooth functioning of Gregorian calendar
(also called New Style Calendar)
which did premiere
fifteen eighty two courtesy king's spear.

Ever since 1752, whence
in the modern sense
the first leap year implemented
madding crowds reportedly rioted
most likely uttering expletive
than "what nonsense"

reportedly riots erupted
courtesy chaos did arrange,
when England made the change
spurring some citizens
demanding immediate compensatory exchange
they get their 11 days back home on their range
from the government haint so strange.

To determine whether a year is a leap year, 
follow these steps without Fanfare
For The Common Man
the famous title of Aaron Copeland air:

1. If the year is evenly divisible by 4, 
go to step 2. Otherwise, go to step 5.

2. If the year is evenly divisible by 100, 
go to step 3. Otherwise, go to step 4.

3. If the year is evenly divisible by 400, 
go to step 4. Otherwise, go to step 5.

4. The year is a leap year (it has 366 days).

5. The year is not a leap year (it has 365 days)
Form: Rhyme

Mobutu Sese Seko

Chinese Sonnet
 

Guns of repression thundered for your every word,
The Big Five bowed,river Congo murmured your name.
gold roofs glittered in a sun that had no shame-
Even the moon rehearsed your praises,absurd.

You dreamed that you are the Kilimanjaro of Zaire,
Attired in extravagance and thunder, Buddha in a hat,
Your sycophants and kleptocrats like you,sleazy and fat-
The nation starved,entire generations to learned to fear-

Now termite winds erase your repressive marble halls,
The jungle, uncorrupted, reclaims the golden stair of pride.
No griot weeps,no widow laments your corruption and fall-
  Only dogs and crocodiles feast where you lied.

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Mobutu Sese Seko: He was not kind Uncle Joe From Next Door.
You can describe his rule or more accurately misrule of the country you know
today as The Democratic Republic Of Congo in five words as corrupt,authotarian,
extravagant,repressive and kleptocratic. 

His full name was  Mobutu Sese Seko Kuku Ngbendu Wa Za Banga.
I know just trying to make sense pronouncing his name hurts your eyes. So just call him,
''The All-powerful warrior who,because of his endurance and inflexible will to win,goes fro conquest to conquest,leaving fire in his wake.''
I hope you give that name to your worst enemy.They will love you.
Form: Sonnet

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