Let’s start with some rhyme..
I started the morning microdosing iced coffee
and scrolling the endless Internet sea
Similar to Odysseus’ travels in the Odyssey,
my sales were swelled by fashion amenities
and I was waylaid by sirens of curiosity
enough of THAT..
Ok, I have regrets. Last night I was talked into going to an after-party, when honestly, I was ready to go home. Why does Peter let me do that?
We were having enough fun where we were.
So, in this group of 10 or so, on foot, we tottered into an elegant restaurant where tiny plates that cost €40 held 4 actual bites of delicious food. We were sharing (with 1-3 other people). So, picking up the tab, I paid €400 and got what? Two bites?!
Still, with the energy of a club after midnight,
we finally got to the after-party and it was a delight
but with absolutely no food in sight.
Except two olives.
This morning I’m as ravenous as a Cyclops.
My order, placed early, would fill a triceratops.
For room service I’m toe-tappingly waiting
because the staff’s moving as fast as a Monet still-life painting.
.
.
A song for this:
Beauty and the Beast by Jump5
some people love parties
yabber jabber talk talk talk
Eyes a flashing, ice a splashing
I am not one of them
too loud
too fake
too contrived
too many attention-seekers
too few listeners
pretense and anxiety
I prefer staying home
in my pajamas
reading a good book
FRATERNAL POLITICAL PARTY AWARENESS
When it comes to you and me,
Be aware of the chosen political party:-
We’ve been aided and deceived
By both major political party’s decree:-
When you check history and ourstory,
You will discover each party’s mockery:-
Hey, it’s not about which party all of the time; rather,
It’s about which of the two is pontificating the lesser crime:-
Check it out, Republicans as well as Democrats will choke,
As they viciously seek out money rather than our priceless vote:-
Thus, when it comes time to cast our priceless vote,
Navigated by political wisdom, choose the weakest rope:-
Then, go forth in future works to bring about equity,
Irrespective of the POTUS’s chosen political party:-
That showy spell I have fallen under,
filled with a loud spectrum of neon.
A safe haven under feverish lights.
The mosaic of movement within lights
to float through and fantasize under,
I’ve got to rip right into that neon!
Painted with yards of vivacious neon,
I encapsulate the flush of fierce lights.
Good parties tend to tackle me under.
I am rejuvenated under the neon lights.
democracy is
like mobocracy or like
gangocracy ~ folks
conservatives are
like preservatives ~ packaged
seasoned condiments
green party nature's
most guarded percentages ~
dimes quarters and halves
national org. of
women ~ beauty contest is
the bow wow n-o-w club
peace corp manned front lines
hyped to show peace sign with hands
~ fingers ... two not one
Political Parties
(as I see it)
Written: by Miracle Man
6/8/2024
Political entities take actions,
without thinking twice.
Those actions once taken,
come saddled with a price.
Sometimes the consequences,
of said actions are votes.
They devour each other,
like a bunch of cutthroats.
Many actions they take,
benefit lobbyist or their person.
While they blame each other,
all things seem to worsen.
The people vote for change,
but it seems all for naught.
For the American people,
are far from their thought.
Political Parties
Miracle Man Thoughts
January 5, 2024
Just as certain as early spring clouds drift,
with each sunrise comes some political rift.
Mistakes come natural to most each day,
they don’t forgive, just make others pay.
They harbor resentment and feed an untruth,
and vote technology that corrupts our youth.
They’ve turned part time jobs into lifelong careers,
creating mountains of compost without any steers.
Matters of no importance have become an event,
that’s why 2023’s approval rating was 17 percent.
2024 is coming,
that futurity is guaranteed.
Can you feel it coming?
There’s magic in the air.
I’m excited, as if someone put euphorics in my breakfast cereal.
“Tonight,” Lisa said, twirling before her oblong moon mirror, “we’re going to show them we can dance!” “We are,” I agreed.
“I wish I were going,” 14-year-old Leeza sighed.
“2028,” Lisa promised, now modeling an alternate dress, “You, me, crazy-town.”
Liza groaned. I remember being 14, patience is an infinitely dull tool.
“How does this look?” Lisa asked, stopping to stand tiptoed and simulate wearing heels.
“You’ll look like wrapped candy,” I assured her.
Glamor is alive and well this New Year’s eve.
Happy New Year Everyone!
I hope you all have fun.
Politics divide
Dishonest politicians
Are killing the world.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The parties are crazy as bats.
They speak and each bat gets the shats.
Unlucky for us
they'll merge and be thus:
Republ-dem-ican-ocrats!
Move on, my friend
Raise your right hand
To move on, to concede
Wasting your time will lead
To nothing, nichts, niente, nada
Do it for the soul of America.
Stop wasting your energy
Stop the lies and the anomaly
A real man accepts defeat
Hey dude, you got beat
You lost, you’re defeated
Stop being too conceited.
Hit the road Jack. Move on
The world wants a confession
Dude, you’re losing power daily
Like a cheap antiquated battery
Hit the road. Quit being a nag
It’s time to raise the white flag.
Don’t try a stupid coup d’état
Because you’ll fail like a lama
Let America be proud again
This is a new era, a new season
It’s time to quit. Hit the road Jack
Move on. Please don’t comeback.
Subpoena are coming
Convictions are forthcoming
Shame is arguably disgusting
Real people are singing and laughing
This is another day in America
This is shocking blah, blag, blah!
P.S. Political satire.
Copyright © November 2020, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books.
My latest piece is 422 characters too long for a poem - who decided that?
So, it's under "short stories"
It's called "eve 2022"
Here's most of the URL (because you can't post those here - oh, no.)
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/eve_2022_11888
A dark boy ten times hungry stood
Waiting for a pre-paid free food
But was made subject of sport;
In his disbelief could not snort…
He would keep standing there like wood
To both tough parties hurt real good:
Not what one for it goes to court
Nor dares self to drown in a port…
When food server sits by snugly
You just wait and this make ugly…
Smelt he has content of pot:
Only Fools leave Rice stewed and hot!
Nice Free Food and Two Tough Parties
Now dotting. ‘I’s and crossing‘t’ s!
I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "the rum." It's about growing up (I suppose).
I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
Here's the link:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/the_rum_10670
I hope you like it!
It's already morning though
the whole street is still sleeping
there are parties every night...
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