Yesterday, white and cold was the weather
It’s now gone old winter
It’s like turning a light switch on
Today is the birth of the spring season
Let me wish you: Happy Anniversary, Ms. Spring
Happy Birthday, my love! Again, the birds are chirping
After a long séjour flying in a warmer climate
They look like lovers coming off a lavish date
Tonight is our turn to go to dinner
To a fine dining restaurant and then to the theater
Where we can unwind, relax and have fun
The tropical wind is back, the warmth of the sun
Is back and the moon is now dancing among the stars
And of course, the beauty of the magnificent flowers
Cannot be ignored. Old and grouchy winter is gone
All the lights and glitters are on, a new season is born.
Copyright © March 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
There is this lady
whom I'll call Ms Maybe
cause she excites
and spites
each man in her life
as she's not ready to become a wife.
Ms Maybe
is a real Daisy
that turns shady
in the blink of an eye.
She's a one-of-a-kind flower
that transforms by the hour.
Goodbye lady who turns each admirer
and aspirer
into a perspirer.
Farewell Ms Maybe
whose heart has turned cold lately.
Hello Ms Steady
who is ready
to welcome her future baby daddy.
Wilbur had been thinking about his teacher's gift all night
A bag of onions, that all we can give Miss Cricks?
His mother said “it will be more than enough”.
He thought it was a sad offering, felt embarrassed.
Lollygagged to school, arrived late, stayed in the doorway.
The bag behind his back, a burden, proof of their poverty.
Miss Cricks smiled and invited him in. He did not want to go.
I always will remember when I was young
and wanting to be special in some nice way.
One person used the power in their tongue.
The dark clouds parted, and I felt a ray
of sunny joy come beaming down on me.
The person was my teacher of sixth grade.
She saw in me what others did not see.
My feeling not so adequate would fade.
I had not known that I was capable
of not just learning, but excelling too.
My confidence grew more unshakable.
By junior high, I had a brand new view.
If in my talents I would but believe,
great things with effort I could then achieve.
My muse is confused randomly sways
To songs on the radio that I hate
You know the ones they celebrate
That are fluffy stuff overplayed
I change the station but guess what
She changes it back turns it up
Begins to nod her head scream sing
Every single word like it’s a dream
Another sad love song oh come on
Can’t we put something happy on
She finds a happy song alright
But she sings it all freaking night
I’m trying to write be nice Ms Muse
Can’t we unite co-write a poem or two
I see her dancing on my pink bed
Guess she in the mood for a party instead
Now at my workplace, waiting for my corporate lead, and no sooner said there she was as everybody behind me being fellow workers--not working, before she reached the front desk counter, I turned quickly to them and told them to continue their obligations people are working, and with that said, they went back to work, and I turned back around and flights of a moment, sees her ...
Welcome Ms. Sanford/Isabel Sanford, of the "Jeffersons" sitcom, herself and her lady-in-waiting, she displays a sweet disposition as she fills out the guest registration. A few minor details, and lastly, mentioning the purpose that she's in the Bay Area, not so much the hotel, I hand her an envelope.
This Ms. Sanford, was left for you by San Francisco's Morning A.M. TV broadcast. The bellman will take you to your suite straightaway, Ms. Sanford, do enjoy your stay with us and if you have any further questions, call me, my name is ..., enjoy your stay Ms. Sanford.
Can't ask a man, a woman, or anyone...
to change who they are overnight.
But for you, if you did,
I'd try.
Leaves turn to green, as if by some magic spell
do they know why...
Crickets trumpeting the cicadas return
Ol man sun hangs higher in the sky.
Stood holding my cap a long time
waiting the judges to make up their mind.
though just knew nothing good would come of it
still I pressed.., as you guessed, needing to know
what fate and jury had in store,
waited patiently all three...
Ms. Yes, Ms. No, Ms. Maybe.
Is it odd that I find that strange(?)
Some say my heart is cold and dark,
While others say I’m beautiful.
Some say my appearance, without remark,
Brings about chaos and confusion –
As shoppers hurry to the store, a spark
Of urgency in their step, buying up essentials,
For the moment when I fall down in the park.
Some say my soul is beyond desolate,
While others say I’m jubilant,
Leaving ponds perfect for those who wish to skate,
Inspiring jolly snowmen and women,
Who might be named Mr. Harry and Ms. Kate.
Why does Ms. Breech teach children?
She doesn’t even like kids!
From the mouth of a five-year-old
our “teacher of the year” would hold a grudge forever
against this innocent honest five-year-old, if she knew.
I guess no one told the selection committee
how many students despise school after kindergarten here
wonder if being boss’s cousin has something to do with her crown?
Eight years ago this day February 8 2016 I came forth
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Non nowhere so familiars
Worth more than billion
I be one of God’s Children
In His army, yet a civilian
LeiNah Williams’s brilliance
In mine resilience
Got mine rhythms
From my daddy (and Michael Jackson)
Definitions, divisions, harmonies decisions
I am my own girl position
Yaw! Say my name right cuz me got big guns
What’s my name, Say mine name?
Birthday today
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Hey! Hey! Hey! Happy Birthday to me
First Grand Daughter of James Edward Lee
2/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A ball of ripe green lettuce teases Miss T. Goat
She studies it from afar, nothing in her throat
Along comes a handyman who is fixing the moat.
Do you want it down? He asks Miss T. Goat
Miss T. Goat is not the kind to make up her mind.
She sits and stares, until her ideas unravel and unwind.
The handyman moves on, to fix the moat, of course.
Along comes another helper, G. Wiliam Til, a loud horse.
Shall I get it down for you? Asks G. William Till now.
Miss Goat is in a pickle, she does not know how…
To ask for help, so she shakes her head “no”. To G. William Till.
As far as I know the lettuce is hanging there still.
Do not schedule a pta meeting for Miss Horsatense
She will have none of that, ridiculous nonsense
She does not “do” meetings with others, they would waste her time.
Communal living? Not on her dollar or dime.
Her dance movements are inventive, her music is her own,
her ideas, ways, and means are unique – anomalies unknown.
Miss Horsatense does not “do” lunch, it would waste her time.
She has never let any man, cat or dog call her “mine”.
Her days are filled with whatever she wants to do.
She was born with money, in case you had not a clue.
Her hairdresser does not know her at all, she will tell you.
She lets no one get close, not even her brother, Lou.
Ms. Pete had the most interesting chair
It had pizzazz, color, shape, and ready flair
Eclectic like it, she knew what to wear
We did not see the back until she climbed heaven’s stair
The back was almost prettier than the front if you ask me
Ms. Pete had an eye for fashion that went past whoopee
We will miss her much, her things went for a good fee
The only recipient was the Haven for Cat and Puppy
When I was young and someone asked what were my favorite M & M’s
I was quick to come up with two…
at that age it was easy…my favorites were red and blue…
When a little older and asked that question I was quite content…
to change my favorite M & M’s to Money and Merriment.
Now even older when I’m asked that same question
I am blessed to be at ease…
and answer my favorite M & M’s are Moments and Memories
"The Amazing Spider-Man # 26 " by Zeb Wells John Romita Jr.Writer/Artist"
muslim teen superhero saves world - the death of ms. Marvel
7/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
8th Place Placement in Contest
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