Watch the leaves swim in the wind
As Autumn’s corners unfurl
And as we sail on
On the face of reflective waters
In our relationship
Just you and I now empty nesters
No one to pester us
(but we miss drinking from the scuttlebutt)
As we greet and kiss the morning
(And each other)
Now I'm her knight in white
And she's my bride in white
Now its just us twain
Reflections of when we first met
Categories:
pester, marriage, retirement,
Form: Prose Poetry
Our old memories, the only comfort I have from you.
Every day, you’re jogging around my mind,
Like a ghost, haunting the same house.
Forever moving further and further away.
I wonder, do you still feel this way?
Do I haunt your dreams?
Do I pester your unconscious mind?
In the rooms I stand in, you follow in the corners.
I hear your giggles as you torment me,
Telling me maybe I should come find you,
Convincing me you still matter.
Those clueless little kids no longer exist,
Ripped apart, living new lives.
Those times feel like a fever dream now,
A dream repeating every night,
Trying to rewrite reality,
Trying to make a new ending stick.
Even if I tried to find you,
Part of me knows I never could.
That young bud has fully blossomed,
And you are beautiful.
I watch you leave me, like smoke through my fingers,
Counting every tick tock from the clock until you return,
No guarantee you will ever look back again.
Categories:
pester, deep, desire, dream, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
"Who Am I"
Voices in my head the unheard of
They mimic, they pester, they lie
All to just torture my mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
I question I can no longer answer
They've erased Me, Myself and I
Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Someone now just a faint memory
Lost somewhere forever but did I die
Did I turn tail with yellow spine
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
From the torture cocoon to robotic host
Manipulated, Influenced, Punished but why?
They see through my eyes while I'm blind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Definitely not this important of a man
Given mental beatings if I try...to defy...
The skin of their evil, zombified defined
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Twenty-four hours every single day
Twenty-four hours every single night
Twenty-four hours of a continual tortured mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Because I do not even exist anymore
bmdavey@ 09/09/24
Categories:
pester, abuse, dark, deep, evil,
Form: Free verse
My Best Mechanical Friend
You pester me with the slightest errors.
You bing and bong
Giving me night terrors.
I want drive along
And not listen to musical scarers.
It’s three degrees and you let me know.
You shout at me.
And then you show
On the dash a disaster ahead
And you bing and bong
While but nothing is said.
You’re a lovely car I wouldn’t swap.
I just want the bings and bongs to stop.
Let me drive in blissful peace.
And not steer while grinding my teeth.
An eighties car that’s what I need.
It doesn’t have feelings, it doesn’t bleed.
It’ll carry on until it drops.
It won’t flash and bleep if a tyre pops.
Then I drive you just one more day
The sun is shining, so beeps are okay.
David Cox 23/04/24
Categories:
pester, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Happy ending in the movie: Dorothy: Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home. Home! And this is my room, and you're all here. And I'm not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home!
Despite the happy ending
Miss Gulch won't fade away
like a rumble of thunder.
She'll clutch the sheriffs order,
Pester Em and Henry
until Toto lies as still as sky
after a cyclone,
and Dorothy realizes
Glinda was a very wicked witch.
Categories:
pester, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
For Natalia Kills
Are the majority
of things in
life controversies?
It seems like
there is always
another side
of the story
You have to
maneuver delicately
amidst the minefields
of trepidations that
pester your
daily routine
Even simple decisions
can cause angst
Who to go out with?
Where to go? When?
Others are involved
making it hard
to appease everyone
Such is life
Categories:
pester, angst, music, passion,
Form: Free verse
Hot summer afternoons
and the call
of glistening water lapped
a child's mind with a want.
Just home from work
we would pester our father
until he relinquished
and took us to the beach.
At low tide,
feet had to splash through
what seemed like a mile
of ridged and rippled shallows
before the water was deep
enough to swim
and wheeling arms
could be swung
without touching the bottom.
Heated all day
by a January sun,
the water was as warm
as pee. Long tentacles
of dead, brown seaweed
clung to arms
as if trying to snare
a soul in revenge
for some storm torn horror
that had ripped it out its bed.
But all too often
it ended the same.
Tramping back to shore
across the endless shallows,
feeling hotter than when
you first went in. Flies clouding
sweaty faces and then
there was the hot vinyl
back seat of the car
to burn bums
on the way home.
All washed micraclessly
from memory when, next day,
the mercury nudged 100
and a want
beckoned us to the beach again,
still no wiser
than the day before.
Categories:
pester, beach, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
They say laughter is the best medicine
to keep away the ills
So from now on I decided to write only lines
which put away the pills
Donning the role of a courtroom jester
My grey wired cells I began to pester
As I began to brew my soup on the site
My dark world broke with crystal light
I giggled as the ink began its play
Dancing words so happy and gay
Categories:
pester, poetry,
Form: Couplet
I know who to bother
Who to pester
Who to bug
I leave some alone
Barely waving at them
Avoiding their sneers and jeers
My besties are all over me
Loving me
I cannot wait to see them
The advantage of working here for ten years
Categories:
pester, work,
Form: Free verse
She made this bard the courts most hilarious jester
A ferris wheel of brown-orange eyes expresses her
Try to look in those eyes and not become their requester
I fall in like quicksand, into muddy pools as I caress her
Cinnamon of that iris gives my heart nothing but pester
The purse strings wide open, my soul now, her investor
Categories:
pester, cute love, girlfriend, love,
Form: Monorhyme
He's got a voice that blows out a wall
For that, he's always a subject of coercion
His fame rings through the giants' hall
They pester him with grave attention
A thousand blades were put on his name
Of people paid to press him by all ways
But the beat of his heart remains the same
For, there's truth in things that he says
Dark voices ring through everywhere
In the dark, they lurk to cast shadow
His scent attracts the bees anywhere
But none could beat the gleam of his glow
He's the brave one, he's a one man soldier
He bravely fights the weight of oppressive sky
He braves the forces of armies by his shoulder
Through the years, his flame will never die
The brave does not fear even death
He will fight even his limbs were gravely torn
For blades may rip the source of his breath
But millions like him will soon be born
May 11, 2023
Categories:
pester, 2nd grade, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Modest to start with, bloating to be beast,
A spurring cat coaxing for ever more,
Ere long to rule your life, you knowing least,
What with wants and wishes known not before,
Her kittens come soon, nudge with a soft paw,
Pester you to pay heed, rub your weak knees,
And ere ye know, she’s a ravenous maw,
From spark to bushfire abetted by breeze!
Long has man mused: to be or not to be,
Oliver Twists forever wanting more,
And having had, scarce if ever happy,
No one is shown still a much deserved door,
World’s wont to dream of champagne and caviar,
When should no more than just hotdogs and beer!
______________________________________________
Sonnets | 02.11.2012 revised May 2023|
Poet’s note: Desire, what a damsel! No matter what the Greek and Roman philosophers might have said, today’s western world tends to look at desires as a welcome trait that achieves more than those from east especially Indian. This sonnet compares desires with cats with their subtle ways.
Categories:
pester, cat, desire,
Form: Sonnet
I sulk in solace by the ember’s glow
of warming hearths that temper to the bone
then wait in earnest ‘til the thaw of snow
and all the piercing winter winds have blown.
I wait the breeze that lifts each feathered wing
of vernal robins beckoning the day,
and when their songs rejoice the birth of spring,
‘tis time to store my winter quilts away.
Though such a nuisance swarms within the wake
of winter’s gloom ascending into light,
and if a taste of me they must partake,
‘tis worth the gnawing pester of their bite.
When buzzing hordes awake to spring’s retreat
to fend their sting, dare not forget the DEET.
2-11-23
Categories:
pester, angst, funny, spring,
Form: Sonnet
This might very well come as a shock:
Life is not fair, and many don’t care.
Persist on living under a rock.
Some cringe-worthy experiences
tend to pester if left to fester.
Adhere to law of invariance.
We elect to look the other way.
Challenged with facts and religious tracts,
while the zealots persistently bray.
Turn that rock over for scrutiny,
brought into light as a thing of fright.
Declare your very own mutiny.
Set prejudices aside; take honest stock.
Take a stand against ignorance, if you dare!
Categories:
pester, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
No loyalty
No royalty
No unconditional love
No clean white dove
Life is full of shocks, locks
Rocks, blocks, mocks and flocks
The flowers are faded
But the diamond is illuminated
Go crazy by deciphering what I mean
Oh! No in Heaven! It’s no fun being mean.
No money
No honey
No building
No kissing
It is what it is
Carpe secundum
Darn! Oh! Please
Tam! Tam! Tam! The drum
Exists to scream, to tease
To pester and to inflame.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
pester, betrayal, break up, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
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