ODE oars outlook
Provoking poet's prowess
Quaggy QUEEN's quills
Reign
Amen!
We, occasionally, fall in love with the right person
With the perfect, the immaculate or the wrong one
We’re naturally numb
When we fall in love
We’re lamentably dumb
Regarding the emotions circling above
It is scandalous, harrowing and exasperating
When we fall in love with the wrong person
It is cockamamie, bizarre and disheartening
When we dive and die in a quaggy relationship
Taking is a chance is suicidal; it is a noxious hardship
To give up and gamble so much for an ingrate
For a sorry hypocrite who can only fork over a fatal fate
When we fall in love, we search for a superb union, fun
Peace, respect, affection, compatibility, and comprehension.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The spongy earth springs underfoot
Concealing all below;
You mind your way,
This eerie day,
You're careful how you go.
As mists roll off the craggy moss
Concealing all above;
You find your way,
This eerie day,
About a place you love.
A speck of rain anoints your head
Concealing thoughts inside;
You see your way,
This eerie day,
To let your qualms, subside.
The heather forms a carpet here
Concealing peril's traits;
You pick your way,
This eerie day,
Where a quaggy snare awaits.
The day is cool, the wind is sharp
Concealing mortal sound;
You hear your way,
This eerie day,
Ear firmly to the ground.
Envisage ghosts of people past
Concealing souls, admired;
You wend your way,
This eerie day,
Where Brontë's were inspired.
But you are where you need to be
Concealing troth secure;
You hide away,
This eerie day,
In the solace of the moor.
A person lay in a quaggy ditch
Who was dead as dead can be
And on a tree there hung a sign
For all the world to see.
'Here lies a person who had every chance
But was the type to make a fuss.
They were put to death for the sordid crime
Of refusing to think like us.'
Now to those who think this puffery
And far beyond what some would do.
Go about your business and enjoy your life...
Until they come for you.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
The opus leggy grasses sing in the gusts
Curious hands stretched across the blade tips
Inviting the musty scene of autumns blush
Candy orange blossom apple crisp
Cherry red brush ablaze over the fields
A meadows laughter, a meadows wish
Gathering dews drops that gently glisten
Harps of elation's pluck the birds of song
Soon they take flight for a journey, listen
The linger crickets ponder chirping shoreward
Soon naked birch peel their tender bark
Steel eyes from above cast their calendar forward
Lonesome nights straddle below the moons eyes
Shinning down like glass upon the a midnight hour
Lapping bonnets of quaggy fen and the eerie loons cry
Summer has stroked on by!
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