Birds can glide high above the sky,
They see everything and can see through a lie
They can go up up and high,
And can always go faster than a fly.
Birds nest where predators can’t rest,
Fight in groups to scare off the best
Feed their children and keep from stress
Then migrate together, flying far far west.
Us humans cannot fly in the wind,
Cannot see through everything as if blind
We cannot see the sunrise shine
And cannot fight or fly whilst inter-twined.
I wish I could fly, high above the sky
See through every single lie
And fly left, right, down, and up high
And perhaps even faster than a fly.
Maybe even nest and get easy rest,
And cooperate together and become the best
To keep children from starving and stress
And go on vacation together, perhaps go west.
I wish I was a bird, and could escape this artificial world
Fly high away and explore the unfurled
Leave everything behind for a world uncurled
Hoping one day this story will become my new world.
Near our late year approach, A Celtic feast and festivities, around a wood blaze Hoge. On the first of the eleventh month, wine and beer by the barrel is sunk, and merrily a few of many will start their new year drunk.
Cloaked attire to scare off and warn, unwanted spirits of all shapes or form.
Children's songs they sing in rhyme, All Hallows Eve! do they shriek out and cry.
Markings drawn door to door, Candlesticks and spooky shrines.
what began as once a feared holiday
now for so many a celebratory time.
It might be a T-Rex dinosaur
to scare off big bullies with a roar
or Archimedes to help with math;
while I linger, ponder, in the bath.
A space astronaut would be quite swell
to give me some super tales to tell.
A friend like a Prince, King, or Queen may
keep the bitter, spiteful boys away.
Perhaps that tin man who found his heart
because I do not know where to start;
just anyone who can show me how
Shelly, Byron, Leopardi, ciao!
Each night I lie, imagine my list
doctor, nurse, Olympic medalist,
the man who discovered old King Tut,
a dashing knight, a train driver; but,
I am blessed with Eugene - in pink hat,
who does not do anything like that.
In the darkest and coldest world
one can find a flickering flame,
never allowed to shine brightly and widely
and break the macabre darkness;
nothing could escape from here,
from its torturous and squalid abyss...
where each demon has a frown of austerity:
ah, in this obscure confinement, I'd be afraid!
In the darkest and coldest world
the isolation is unbearably horrid;
bats constantly squeak to scare off owls that coo,
hunters hear their scary sound and speedily shoot;
nobody shows compassion for the ugly creatures
that only seek warm blood to feed their bellies!
In the darkest and coldest world
demons obey their master Lucifer,
he controls them with his menacing looks
and they dare not speak a rebellious word;
this Fallen Angel with extreme handsomeness
was thrown down to beautiful Earth
from Heaven until he would complete his wrath:
don't be prey to this vicious captor!
In the darkest and coldest world
nobody is free to breathe air and to rebel,
to plot and seek revenge in unescapable Hell;
and being doomed to obedience, there's no will
to compromise, any disorder is harshly punished
by a thousand lashes that make the flesh bleed!
Of men and plants
The endless growing of new leaves
of my indoor plants, shedding the excess
all over the floor, as disregarded dreams
getting in the way of the day.
Female hyenas are good mothers teaching
their litter is how to scare off lions.
Restless minds are not sound as leaders
who overthink everything and have nervous breakdowns?
Sit shaking in the corner on the bridge of warships
excellent, dancers in the ballroom of peace.
Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to murder
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let’s swear not to have a darn one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions.
Copyright February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All Right Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
You've got to sing, sing on top of your voice,
You've got to dance, dance like it is your last chance.
You've got to feel, feel like you still have a choice...
When the troubles surround you all you've got to remember to dance.
Laugh, laugh as if life isn't tough.
Shout, shout like the whole world is yours.
You've got to live, live like you've had not enough...
When the troubles surround you remember you still have a choice.
You've got to love, love like you'll never get hurt,
You've got to give it your heart like you'll never be broken.
We've got to light, we gotta scare off the dark...
You've got to turn on your spirit you've got to turn on and start.
Sing, sing on top of your voice!
Dance, dance like you've got no choice.
I look up at the sky
The moon ,it's on its way up
There is something that makes me hiccup
Hiccup with fear
That something is very,very near
Werewolves ,zombies
It is unclear
All I know
Something is very very near
What was near
I'm still unsure
But I look up at the sky
It looks really very pure
It rippled and rippled and rippled like water
And then I hear something
Oh no they've got her
They've got my sister
Then I feel my hands
They're starting to blister
What is happening I have no idea
Then out of nowhere
I have diarrhea
Out of my behind
It comes with an "Olf"
Then out of nowhere
I turn to a werewolf
I scare off the men
They run to repent
I have come come to my sisters defence
But what has caused this
Was it the moon
I don't know now
But I hope to know soon
Of men and plants
The endless growing of new leaves
in my indoor plants, the shedding of leaves
all over the floor, like discarded dreams
getting in the way of the day.
Female hyenas are good mothers teaching
Their litter how to scare off lions.
Restless minds are no right as leaders of men
Overthink everything and has a nervous breakdown
Sits shaking in the corner of the bridge of warships
Excellent dancer in the ballroom in peacetime.
“Daddy!” the young boy screamed one night,
his voice was filled with dread
When his dad arrived his son cried out,
“There’s a monster beneath my bed!”
His father touched his son’s cheek and smiled,
“Let me have a look.” he said
Then clutching his son’s hand
he peered beneath his bed.
“Be careful Daddy! Be careful.” was all his son could say.
“I think we scared him off.” Dad said, “Looks like he’s run away.”
‘“You see monsters are good as scaring but it’s courage that they lack.
I have just the thing you need to insure that monster won’t come back.”
It guarantees there will never again be a monster beneath your bed.
Then he put something in his son’s hands…”It’s a dreamcatcher.” He said
This will only let your good dreams in…it filters out the bad.
It will scare off any future monsters…no matter how big or ugly…or mad.
And from that day forward throughout the years
the dreamcatcher worked just like his dad said
and never again did he awaken to find
any monsters beneath his bed.
And many a morning we would awake and wonder…
since he only had good dreams…never bad.
if the magic was in his dreamcatcher…
or the magic was in his dad.
kissing your smooth
brown skin
smelling your
sweet jasmine perfume
sampling the sweet nectar
wishing we
were bride and groom
yet before we are eternally coupled
to one another
we have to understand our
differences
and learn how
to talk to one another
it makes me proud to stand
before you in embrace
to say we are one
and we can
love face to face
image us not together
then we would be apart
how would I continue
I wish not to have a broken heart
from days of yesteryear
until this here and now
might we strengthen our weaknesses
and scare off threats
which would want to bring us down
can we seize each opportunity
that might increase our peace
those chances that bring us wealth
might they never seize to be
My Marigolds stink
yes, you heard me,
if I accidentally touch them
they smell like skunk pee.
I can't stand being near them
'cause they stink so darn bad,
these are the stinkiest flowers
I think I have ever had.
Sure, they look nice and all
bloom out quite nice,
but I think their stink
would scare off pesky mice.
The bees don't go near them
keep themselves far away,
I have to plug my nose
to keep the overwhelming stink at bay.
I keep them well watered
as I often do,
but their aroma will make your eyes water
you'll plug your quickly and say, "P U."
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.4/2015
I'm pretty sure this is a warning to wildlife. It's as if they're screaming out, "HEY, DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!! I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET IT!! I STINK!! BACK OFF!!!" I'm probably right about this...it's a protective mechanism, to ward off predators.
Hail-fellow-well-met had hair of the dogs
A little pipped up to scare off the fogs
A sip and a trip
A night of a strip
All made Hail-Fellow a passel of hogs
I look up at the sky
The moon ,it's on its way up
There is something that makes me hiccup
Hiccup with fear
That something is very,very near
Werewolves ,zombies
It is unclear
All I know
Something is very very near
What was near
I'm still unsure
But I look up at the sky
It looks really very pure
It rippled and rippled and rippled like water
And then I hear something
Oh no they've got her
They've got my sister
Then I feel my hands
They're starting to blister
What is happening I have no idea
Then out of nowhere
I have direreaha
Out of my behind
It comes with an "Olf"
Then out of nowhere
I turn to a werewolf
I scare off the men
They run to repent
I have come come to my sisters defence
But what has caused this
Was it the moon
I don't know now
But I hope to know soon
Often times when we glance at the mirror
Staring through its lens in powdered face.
We marvel, we wonder and ponder
Over the physical flesh.
O! Do you sometimes cry
Wishing you were carved from the finest of marble,
Or you smile when showers of compliment flood your being?
If only beauty was an antidote to death,
What would have been the faith of an ugly lass who walked the street?
So we eat to keep fit
And swallow pints of pill
To keep the body,
And care not of the withering soul.
If only the sight of a man's muscle
Who has made a home of the gym could scare off death
What would have become of a man who is as lean as a broom?
So here I sit
In this dark night
Staring at the candle light,
Listening to my thumping heart
Linking mortality to futility.
I can only reach you through words
I can only implore your mind
To trace back its step to reality.
All the clamouring,
And all the grumbling
Of being ugly or beautiful
Bothers not the treacherous death.
When the body remains still
And there seems to be no air in your lung's fill,
Then you realise that this body is meant for the maggot's fun,
When interred to mother earth.
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