I'm neither talking about the turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the huge pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.
I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.
Copyright © November 25, 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
roiled, america, beautiful, dance, family,
Form: Rhyme
A lonely life it’s not easy being a fisher’s wife
but loneliness can be a compassionate companion
unbridled spite of bucking boss-mare-waves followed you ashore
her turmoil roiled the blood in your veins
and no amount of vodka
could flatline her seething heartbeat inside you
I saw her in your storm-full eyes eyes the color of stormy seas
you wore your hair in dark waves like hers a windblown tangle
I saw her in your storm-full eyes spindrift and steel blue —
rage of the Bering Sea against a canvas-sky the portrait of your eyes
your tongue-shard slashed at me like a broken bottle in hand
word-squalls blew and fist-storms
flew like splintered glass
piercing me to my marrow till I glistened
but… I could never glisten like her unblemished face at dawn
years of boss-mare-waves ground you down – razor edges worn smooth
your storm-tossed-heart now floats.. a lost raft on a tamed tsunami
your flat-sea-eyes the ancient blue of glacier ice
frosted over dull yet with a faint glow of stories you can’t tell
as you search a cognitive wasteland for words as harmless as sea glass
Categories:
roiled, abuse, loneliness, marriage, sad
Form: Free verse
Within the gyre of life self-centered,
Spins mental debris long since splintered.
This maelstrom of memories stretches and lengthens
Until a breaking point is reckoned.
Do bad dreams, and sins forgotten,
Lurk in minds long roiled and rotten?
And where is the relief from nocuous nightmares,
Vexing romances, and unanswered prayers?
When does the circle of life bring closure,
And will it end in full disclosure?
Life is too short for questions long.
And it should not end like a tragic song.
Categories:
roiled, forgiveness, introspection, life, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Jill Biden decides, 'I'll open my purse'
Says gently, 'Honey, your mind's getting worse'
Joe said, 'Wutcha mean?'
'My brain is still keen
It's my loose lips that are such a darned curse!'
Categories:
roiled, age, humor, husband, remember,
Form: Limerick
When angst and hate my rancor stirred
Fuming indignation, reddening my face,
Emotions choked as muscles tightened,
Slurring my speech, abandoning grace;
And rational discourse then disappeared
Vowing vengeance to correct a wrong,
Dissonance hollered, yet no one listened,
Donning grimace that discords prolong.
Denouncing voice of the unjust, unfair,
I brewed in anger, drowning in malaise,
Despising disgust that misdeeds convey
Engrossed in egoistic, despicable ways.
When pettiness of feud conscious decried
Longing for peace soon buried my pride,
Conjuring sensibilities of forgiveness divine,
Rejecting impulses cordiality was denied.
As laments mellowed calming ego’s demands,
Mending misunderstandings sanity won
And dialogue sought armistice of win, win
When penitence rued things said and done.
Embracing silence, we hugged in remorse
Vowing to reconcile that which roiled us;
We understood, accepted, found balance,
Questing for benevolence~ loath to fuss.
July 1, 2022
Placed 2nd: Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
roiled, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
DEMETER CRIES
Sun in center and white wings around
The hundred florae in one stem, cheated;
My daughter never knew t’was him.
The fragrance was sweet but toxic.
His chariot stood with black steed.
And he took her away to hell.
Long nine days I got killed by inches!
“Why have you done this to my daughter?”
“Hades wanted to marry her”, Zeus with no shame.
She burns in that hell guarded by hellhounds.
She whispers to the air to save her,
I, her mother with a roiled heart stands, in the field.
No one turns to my wailing; I snivel day and night.
My tears have made the earth stiff and barren,
And the monster in me showed up.
Categories:
roiled, anger, daughter, literature, mythology,
Form: Free verse
Canada land of the free, that is what my papa said to me
when I was just a little girl sitting on his bouncing knee
We grew up strong we group up brave we had no fear
in this fertile land of love and peace no enemy to spear
Then one day we apparently received an unwanted gift
causing division/separation, Government subsidiary rift
The world roiled forward not knowing whom to trust
news, science, God, experts, Gov. it all turned to rust
New laws, rules, segregation, all this didn't make any sense
if we were good we'd got more freedom & some recompense
if we were bad, we were called the walking zombies, really?
this, from an intelligence source? an army of tough but steely?
What happened to my free will and my corner store 5 cents candy?
my dad was an immigrant, no book smarts but oh so very handy
Today we got experts who know it all, give a s....but don't know tit
is this the end of the world papa? or just the start of a new summit
First it came from China, then it came from bats, I don't give a rat
I just want to be free again, not know where it is nor where its at ...
Categories:
roiled, analogy, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
“Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain”
While dreary dawn, dazed, awakens in pain
Trapping blushed morning in languid ravine
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Darkened is design sketched on golden plane
Shadowed is rosy grin of once pristine scene
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain
While crystal skyline drenches in cloudy reign
Blurring scarlet arc decaying in fading sheen
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Stellar stage is roiled in motifs of graying stain
Splintered are dim-beams upon ashen sateen
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain
Though hope gleams as winds start to wane
Lifting purpled amethyst zeal, as yet unseen,
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain
May 6, 2021
Placed 1st: Choose your form poetry contest
Stanza chosen : option 1
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
roiled, morning, nature,
Form: Villanelle
Sailing through
roiled, stormy seas
of life
unsure if I'll...
stay afloat or drown;
not knowing
if I'm
brave enough
to sail
through alone,
but my faith
helped me power through.
I reached safe harbor, now...
I
know I'm courageous!
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
STRAND completely new ( 5 ) any theme any form (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 07/05/2020
Categories:
roiled, adventure, allegory, faith, life,
Form: Verse
Life once was a journey through springs
And vistas of autumns in colors bold,
In splendor of morn rising on arc
And motifs on horizon sprinkled in gold;
But seasons soon imposed a heavy toll
Ravaging visions of emerald meadows
When echoes of nights roiled in turbulence
And days encountered darkened shadows.
Glad we soon defied the travails of yore
Turning focus to goodwill of tomorrow
As you stood there like a lighthouse of hope
When my heart was weak and full of sorrow.
And now I feel zest in breath of the winds
And pitter-patter of exuberant rain showers,
And now there's whiff of sweet fragrance
In budding new blossoms of April flowers.
No longer in our eyes there is hint of fear,
Neither are there tears of saddened years
For in your embrace wallows forever love
And in my heart dwells revelry of cheers.
September 15, 2019
Poem of the week..beginning on 9/22/2019
HM: Strand Special 4 by Brian Strand
Categories:
roiled, heart, hope, love,
Form: Rhyme
I sat on the rocks
By the New Bedford docks
And waited for his boat to return
But the sun went to hiding
Bringing ever bad tidings
And a sea where last lessons are learned
My time spent in vain
For not even a plane
Could find a boat headed out of that storm
As the sea roiled upward
My hopes were dragged under
Which my soul was to curse and then scorn
And the streets emptied out
Churches packed and devout
As the old ones did swear and rebuke
The women all cried
With new legends reprised
As the Parson read words in tribute
Till at the church by the dock
From whence he had left
From its window I yelled through the tears…
“Look to the harbor this night,
the mourning over, I sight:
—My Daddy’s Gaff Schooner is here”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Categories:
roiled, hope,
Form: Rhyme
chin lightly nested atop
loosely peopled interlaced fingers
supported via multi purpose table
bent arms displayed elbows cocked
(approximately gabled
at ninety degree angle),
which pose frequently assumed
when pondering what to write,
an idea spawned when clothed left fingered limb
inadvertently roiled the so called "funny bone"
named because of funny feeling generated
when Ulnar nerve compression
triggers pseudo shock sensation
coursing one direction or another
traveling from neck down into hand
constricted in several places along the way
such as beneath collarbone
or at wrist
most common place for compression
(hands down)
behind inside part of elbow
medical terminology tagged
"cubital tunnel syndrome."
interestingly enough, this scribe attests
more frequent occurrences along
liberal democratic side
no matter I claim dominant right handedness
and reckon eyes that human body electric
eel silly not perfectly symmetric
also chiming in that such vulnerability
a very minor design flaw
extant within the amazing
*****Sapiens anatomy.
Categories:
roiled, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
They`re heart`s like an egg forever hardboiled,
friends that betrayed, dreams that were foiled.
Protecting it`s shell and those whom were loyal,
toys of their youth, their health, all now spoiled spoiled.
They`re heart`s like an egg forever hardboiled.
Decisions, regrets, a life of turmoil,
choices, bad bets, and days of hard toil,
they fall to their beds, body in coil.
They`re heart`s like an egg, forever hardboiled.
Doing their best only turning up roiled.
Controversial at best, always embroiled,
and they no longer fear, being planted in soil.
Categories:
roiled, age, drink, grave, memory,
Form: Lyric
A French Sonnet
Bonsoir mon cher was all she had to say;
a world at war - so cruel to every heart,
a million lives now lost and torn apart.
Bonsoir mon cher and then she walked away.
We shared our tears while parting on that day
and every wish our language could impart
revealed the truth we both knew from the start;
our temporary space in lives delayed.
Though years have flown I still see her first glance
and lovely smile she shared when e'er we danced.
A war that roiled about us long ago -
the Allied crush that saved the lld-de-france;
Life's twist of fate that begot our romance,
until, at last, I knew we had to go ...
Categories:
roiled, love, war,
Form: Sonnet
You hide all the money,
Without paying to me a clue,
The skies was wet with morning dew,
At little time,broken ways get me not backslide,
Broken ways,never goes on a king reign,
Hail a mind to sway,
We've moved in the perks of a glider,
All coiled,all spoiled,
Save the foreign detainee,
Twist their beard to form a roiled,
Graded range of trainee,
Greeny python flying without wings,
We seven slide the scale for bills,
Paying the bills for a vine,
Branch....,Bear up a fruit at a time,
Though the lady terrified me,
I braided all my hair to a dread like,
They feel very funny,
But they get no penny,
Paying all the cost,
Read foe it's of the Lord,
Let me shout to the rendering of my living rod,
I'm saved,
With my hands opened up,
Backup the dead risen,
Pale reasoning in the head,
When you're taken at a time,or it's painful?
A date heroes rise,
Terrible creed about Christ,
We believe and receive humans,
Today is a wondered distance,
Nothing as a glance,
I'm the man who comes for vengeance,
Traveled in accordance,
All is opened,
I'll take your teeth when you withstand,
Weight drew......!
Categories:
roiled, adventure,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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