Little Jack Horner
was put in the corner
for eating her curds and whey
what else was little miss Muffet to do
as he had stolen the bowl so she pulled it away
and said, 'What a bad boy are you!'
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
namby pamby boy
raised in health foods maybe soy
lackadaisical
The light is on so now dance!
No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance.
You’re eighteen now boy no more.
Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before.
Men are men and know the score.
They’re there for you take galore!
Stand up straight and be a lad!
Pints and shots must now be had!
The wild in you now must be fed.
Then tamed your wild will be until you’re dead!
The world is cold, the world is weird.
You’re nothing until you’ve bed a score or more and proved your ‘hood’!
So this is what it is to be?
Remember success is who you know not who you be!
The loner types think too much and try to feel.
They look at life and try to find the quiet deal.
A thoughtful appreciation is frowned upon. Stag nights and strippers in Marbella is where you belong?
Walk your path, find your way.
If materialistic proof and money is your ‘hey’. I’m sure that life will treat your days and years in this superficial, unreflective, simplistic way.
CLOUD
I am a cloud, floating up here today
White with edges touched with grey
Look up, look up, even if you stare
Some call me fluffy but that’s unfair
Not namby-pamby nimbus, so there
I’ve a proud identity of which I care
I am a cumulus with a storm in mind
And can bring heavy rain, you’ll find
Even at this height, I’m not confined
I’m a harbinger of rain, I will not lie
I’m not like those cirrus, way up high
Seen way up there, scraping the sky
I may be turning quite black later on
Yet with strong winds, I may be gone
So, it’s now something to think upon
Just one among many, as it must be
Yet despite that, I’m a distinct entity
But if you can, please remember me
I am a prodigal Son of a gun
Who fears nothing under the Sun
I am a brave and defiant soldier
I am a peaceful gladiator
My pencil is my substitute sword
My pen is my deadly weapon
I write one word at a time, one word
Which can destroy their plan
My pen is like a machine gun
An M16, which spits with a lot of fun
The words, the poems, the bullets
The rhymes, the truth and the pellets
I am not a namby-pamby, a yellowbelly prisoner
Because my mind is free
My mind is free like the air
I have a brain that no one, nobody
Can conceivably control. I am a free Man
I am a Soldier who carries a pen
As a deadly, unprofaned and dangerous weapon.
Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Think I need a cowboy
With some fat free ranch
Think I’d like to see him
Swinging from a branch
Reaching out towards me
To get all my attention
Think I need a cowboy
Thought I would just mention
Think I need a cowboy
Not a yellow belly
To yarn the hours away
He betta not be smelly
Nor he be a bad egg
With skin so cold or clammy
Really need a cowboy
To be a little lammy
I do not want an odd stick
Nor a ten-cent-man
A namby-pamby is not handy
Doesn’t know the plan
To scoop me up
To make me his with lots of many kisses
I wanna be a cowgirl and a cowboys' mrs.
[What should one do in the face of startling negligence, disguised as incompetence? I know… replace your ink with vengeance and write blood curdling verses.
What should one do if Jail isn’t on your must do list? I know… tear up version one and write a namby pamby version that won’t get anyone fired but will preserve your liberty.
What follows is version two…]
A doctor had mush for a brain
He leaped right in front of a train
When he dropped his mack
He jumped on the track
His trousers developed a stain
His competence seems to be waning
Don’t ring up intent on complaining
For it’s quite widely known
He can’t answer a phone
For that wasn’t part of his training
He’s so blind he barely can cope
I gave him a new stethoscope
But I giggled because
He could not see it was
A sink plunger tied to a rope
But I got the shock of my life
The nutter’s at loose with a knife
That incompetent clown
In a surgical gown
Is getting to work on my wife
And now I’m so thoroughly fed up
Though I proudly walk with my head up
I’d do it again
For I drove the train
But some say I shouldn’t have sped up
He was a sapless namby-pamby
but my cousin loved the idea that he was a blank canvas
She had taken other canvases and turned them into Pollocks and Rembrandts
Or so she thought…..
She would paint him in vibrant colors.
She would use a variety of her carefully honed and tested techniques
She bought a bunch of new brushes and paints.
Ready to begin her creation!
She spent years and years
Perfecting her craft, only it did not comply as she had surmised it should.
She spent all that time trying to change a rabbit into the Easter Bunny.
He finally hopped away.
Showing spunkiness and spirit
for the first time since they met.
Not to be outdone, she took the credit for it.
Anyone can make a man look namby-pamby
if they slander and obsess with non compos mentis,
take reputations down, you're as hard as Bambi,
even admitting you completely meant this
cus you were demented and empowered like a Nazi,
buzz off the authority acting nasty, trampy
making staff feel as strong as an ancient grampy
slander is an act as lame as can be you're a panzi
but as it slaps back a back hander with more power
and you no longer stand with authority or protection
cus you didn't predict that shield collapsing one hour
and forgot why you're stronger and not when it's gone
justify your lust for the crime after working out this rhyme
did I deserve it and you thought you should serve it
just stay silent and not even deny what I'm
suggesting you know you're guilty just admit it,
I know how to get in a mind and settle,
you got in mine and I went for suicide
but luck changed you made me invincible,
It must be your turn next to ride that ride.
My nerve cells are ceasing my thoughts
My breath is barricading my life
My limbs are trembling
My heart is hovering in fear
Oh mommy! I am being victimized by me.
The earth is sinking under me
The sky is falling over my head
The compressive strength of my bones is diminishing day by day
The muscularity of my body is dwindling night and day
Oh mommy! I am being killed by me.
I am a coward lying lifeless among the lively fears
I am a yellow belly scared of the bright orange sun
I am a namby pamby soul shivering under the blanket of cold winter night
I am a fraidy cat snuggling in the sleeping bag of life
Oh mommy! I am being slaughtered by me.
Drag me away from this dangerous dragon
Get me out of these pinching hours of darkness
Hold me tight and embrace me in your arms
Give me solace and help me revive my true being.
I want to smile
I want to sing
I want to jump
I want to shout
I want to breathe
I want to live
Oh mommy! I want my life back.
METAMORPHASIS
Mother, in her wisdom, called me ‘Bambi’
And people, when they see me, just say, “Aaah”,
Thinking it equates to namby-pamby,
Which isn’t really accurate by far.
They think of me as innocent and shy,
Afraid of all the creatures in the wild.
But they’re quite wrong and here’s the reason why.
My heart is black; I am the devil’s child.
While cameras run, I act my timid role.
But, while they sleep, I metamorphasise.
I satisfy the evil in my soul;
The jungle hears the screams as something dies.
I’m feared at night by every living thing
All will agree I am the jungle king.
23rd December 2019
Sponsor - Gregory R Barden
Film - "Bambi"
Character - Bambi
That day would only be like a tale
Told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Yet, signifying nothing
For a start,
It would be like trying to surf the internet without data
Which is namby-pamby for mental equilibrium
It would only mean that 'Garri don pas Water'
Which is an irony for our daily living
In the end,
It would only be a tool for psychological distortion
A pathway for neural confusion
A character for colossal antagonism
On the physio-dramatic stage of our members
But then,
The sight of water is Winsome
The sound of water is Appealing
The taste of water is Tasteless
The beginning of water is Endless
The impact of water Recuperating
Don't even imagine a day without WATER!
A poet's contest with a twist
Use the words in this long list
Author's puzzle - mental schism
Solved by quoting pearls of wisdom
Writing verse with rough iambi
Valentines the namby-pamby
Sugar cane is often bitter
Sweet instead banana fritter
Shellfish debt is right to fear
Mollusc IOUs are dear
In winter cess or gong will ice
Come the spring it won't smell nice
Those who talk soliloquies
Centralistic - ill at ease
Mostly truth - a bit of flam
Buoyant spirits just a scam
Olive stuffed with pepper sweet
Pimola - shun a tasty treat
Broken clock might go tic tac
Til ending life upon the scrap
Peer at life - myopic squint
Essence lost - the meerest hint
I've met the task - I've got all ten
By breaking words up now and then
Spelling strange and meaning hookie
Least they could be fortune cookies
Entry for "ten word challenge - 2" contest
Uses words (sort of): AMBIVALENT, ARCANE, BITTERSWEET, LUSCIOUS, INTERCESSOR, QUIESCENT, FLAMBOYANT, IMMOLATION, TACTILE, QUINTESSENCE
Tears rolled down.
Face wrinkled.
A little shout comes a frown.
I am weak and fickled,
Life is hard,
I am sad.
Life is for the ironclad,
But am a frail lad.
Controlled by emotions,
And also swayed by affection.
All hands on deck,
Does not fall under my purview,
I'd rather rest my neck,
Go on vacation for a nice view.
I guess its time to throw in the towel,
Then right back to my comfort zone.
Pick up my phone, browse and be alone,
Then to the kitchen for ready made food to fill my bowel.
Sleep, wake up and sleep again,
Your admonisions are in vain.
Give me an umbrella cos the sun is shinning,
I can't risk exposing my skin to drying.
Such is the life of the namby-pamby, then little by little failure creeps in.
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