On an ivory Easter screen, I remember
that mortality hops in each April or September~
when my wallpaper displayed
a calm bunny parade
then announced it had passed on to Task Manager.
Theme: Mortality
Emotion: Peace
Color: Ivory
Season: Holiday
Form: Limerick
Object: Wallpaper
Verb: Remember
Nobody's raining on my parade.
Not yesterday today or any other day.
Love dancing in the rain.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
The Knicks parade was on TV
And that was close enough for me.
I cannot even blame my age;
I’ve hated crowds at any stage.
Yet for the celebrants, most young,
They loved it all, to be among
Their fellow fans, all there to cheer
Their favorite moment of the year.
To see their heroes and unite,
No politics, which might incite
Divisiveness, so very wrong
When fans all seem to get along.
The festive spirit will not last,
For from examples in the past,
We know it isn’t “if” but “when”
Hostilities will rise again.
We all love and applaud the winners
As we feel sorry for the losers
We love women, without them, we're nobody
Women are the fruits and the gems of our society
Whoopee! Congratulations to the USA Women's Soccer Team
For winning their fourth World Cup. This is a dream
For everybody to be champions
This is an outstanding accomplishment
Let's all enjoy this wonderful moment
Hurrah! Yippee! These women are heroes of actions
We are proud of them. They deserve at least equal pay
For equal work. I pray that nothing stands in their way
Thank you for the great soccer/football skills
That you have shown throughout the tournament
In France.Your ladies are lovely, winsome and elegant
You inspire me and give me enough energies and chills
To never give up, to work hard or to strive to succeed
May God grant all good health to survive and to lead!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Grace hovers on a breeze.
She leaves behind her trail of mystery.
There's no denying her panache.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
You are a force of nature pursuing me
At times so strong onyx overwhelming
You say you want me to be your wife
But I am afraid I can’t cherry oblige
Can’t see green forest for turquoise trees
You took a yellow year courting me
In your mahogany mind I belonged to you
Love is a mysterious crime I’m not in the mood
I am blue rain on your passionate parade
Purple is your pain because I will not stay
I kept your silver secrets as you have mine
Never got my sea legs as you stalk me online
I prefer to be bluebird who got away
I’ve an encouraging word I must say
I’m not your one your chocolate soulmate
Whoever she is for you she will wait
Raining Cats & Dogs Poetry Contest
Christopher Delegans
My cat paced the fish tank, and the gold fish
And when I turned my back, she got her wish
On her tiptoes, she dove in
There's a splash and a big grin
She struck a nerve, Goldie, and my anguish
flower banded mummy appeared over the edge
see those roses peeking just a bit over that hedge?
It’s that mummy trying to get in the Halloween parade.
Let’s let him in I told them. I am not afraid.
They did let him in, and he stole the show.
He won the title, and he wore it just “so”.
Dracula and disappointed dragon were angry about it all day.
I walked him to his crept, to make sure he got away.
He paints a face for all to see,
Of grace and high morality.
He scolds the world for every sin,
While hiding all the rot within.
He loves the mask, he loves the lie ,
Until the mirror catches his eye.
They tote the burdens
Of the weight of their world
herds of women
underneath
the expanse azure
In niqabs, in stance
Beneath the robes
wounded souls
beneath the wraps
worn from spinning
too tired to collapse
Entrapped in modesty, faith,
their personal choice
Muted are the colors,
as are their voice
above circling them
are the ancient ones
before them, mourning
trilling tongues, lele
for those
who have only their
dignity, and self-respect
the ones who carry
the weight of the world
We kept hearing the queen was here, but this parade was insane
Every person from ten thousand miles was here, dancing in the rain.
Which one is she? We asked, straining to figure this out.
Finally, we heard many using a confirming shout.
The Queen of the Day of the Dead Parade was sauntering by.
She was led by six horses with skull masks, I wanted to cry.
It was an amazing finish to a parade that lasted six hours.
We arrived back at our hotel six seconds before insane thunder showers.
November first. The Day of the Dead parade is easily seen.
Where is the queen? The kids are yelling. Where is the queen?
The dancers are two-stepping, with skull faces, happy and clean.
Mexican holiday, where remembering the dead is thought to be keen.
Of course there were bagpipes
And kilt-wearing men.
As always, they marched
Up Fifth Ave. once again.
The day, bright and sunny,
Was cold, plus the wind
Challenged anyone out there
Who wasn’t thick-skinned.
I felt for the students
Parading without
Warm jackets or gloves;
They were frozen, no doubt.
Yet the smiles were contagious
And so was the green,
For today we’re all Irish;
There’s no in-between.
Which is why, walking home,
I made one unplanned stop,
Since tonight needs some Guinness –
Not just a wee drop!
Perceiving the passing parade of people
walking by outside my window
a never-ending stream an endless tide
they come and go on a never-ending ride
nine-to-fivers barely alivers
running round and round on a wheel
lost in a maze can they really be real
the passing parade will always be there
while the world spins and goes its own way
the passing parade has nothing to say
while the world turns another day
perusing the passing parade of people
wandering by outside my front door
a never-ending crowd an endless horde
they're still keeping a never-ending score
weekend warriors none more sorrier
racing round and around in a wheel
lost in a daze do they ever even feel
there are those with noses high in the air
who can't smell the roses totally unaware
and others with eyes held down on the ground
never taking the time to look around
Souper Suessy Poetry Contest 12-7-25
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Suessy Parade
At midnight dawn my mind escapes to play among the stars
To a Summerland parade, just a bit bizzare,
Where grand marshals, Zebra Fish, lead the way in clouds
Making way for Fluegel Zoots that toot their horns out loud
Perfect lines of Elephins flying with hot air Hippos
Follow rows of Dolphinettes that march with high step Zippos
Whirling Woodles dance in step to the dispy doodle
Crickethoppers jump then jive with the Wooly Woozles
Porpi pass in somersaults with Unicorns so wild and free
Comet Twirlers twist and shout, dressed in fantasies
Snarfish on stilts lead the dance troop of the seven moons
And throw confetti as they pass to the Curly Noonelles
Red Giants snoozle in the parade riding on gopo sticks
As Tispy Oddles giggle om-pahs leading drumlines in high kicks
The Silver Reeds, dressed in gold, dance the frango dango
As the magic parade now ends when dawn skies turn bright mango.
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