Pup Choco is so closed with pup, Milky
Sleeping in couch… load of cuteness to see!
Snuggling warmly together,
Kitten climbs up to bother,
They run away yelping, leaving their pee.
Leeland was a predator no one would suspect
he attended mass every Sunday to genuflect
a handyman volunteer in our close neighborhood
husband who appeared to do what he always should
Leeland was a serial killer called out by his DNA
this totally shocked us, most now had nothing to say
How could a terrific guy like this be a mass killer?
this shook our church and our town off of their pillar.
Darkness masked my view
I left shocked like dumb
Stellar murmured smackingly
Demanding my activity
The comets obscured my mind
I had no choice on it
Smackings and whispers in my ear
Made me active!
Sheila wears tiger clothes everywhere she can.
Do you have a tiger swimming suit? I ask.
She does not.
I feel it is my opportunity to see her in another color.
I am tired of always seeing orange and black stripes on her.
She arrives wearing a tiger caftan of course.
I am shocked you do not have a tiger hat, I say.
I have over three hundred tiger hats she replies.
She gets out her cell phone and begins boring me with them.
There's someone I've got eyes for
That someone's grabbed my heart
Indications not exuded
Signals don't impart
But inside's a different story
That's where it all plays out
The butterflies when I see her
Do divebombs without a doubt
And when I hear her sing her songs
I'm brought down to my knees
In essence, not in substance
It's there where I was seized
So shocked
That I’m speechless
For senseless
Rumors that can impact
The rays of the Sun.
This is no fun
To think about
The unthinkable. Run
Run, fly like a day bat
That has been rocked.
It is painful
To fathom
This dull axiom
It is hurtful
This is no fun.
What a shame
Fair game
Is no longer fun
This sorry society
Is full of hypocrisy.
Double standard
Against the nerd
This is a tragedy
For the sake of decency
Fly, run; this is no fun.
Run, run, run
Fly, fly like a night bat
This is what, what
I am talking about
Run, under the rays of the Sun.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
You should take a peek the night winds told the moon.
He was hesitant at first, they are such gossips who swoon.
They are not lying, the evening stars hissed into his ear.
This city is up all night, slumber is not revered or dear.
The moon took a tiny peek from the top of a road.
He was shocked at the amount of silver and gold.
What is this place? He asked. They should be asleep.
They are gambling fools, taking risks and a leap.
This is Las Vegas, the casinos educated the moon.
People come here and act crazy like some kind of loon.
They have to take out loans, a temporary balloon.
To pay their gambling debts. Our owners sing the tune.
But it is time to sleep, the Moon said to them.
He did not like this foolish place, built on a whim.
Its lights, cameras actions, day, noon and night.
The Moon truly wanted to turn out the light.
Tell me something:
won't you be shocked
that freedom lives on the street
and sadness has a room in your soul, ?
Striking
Shocked
Stunted
The Tsunami came as a dream
And gone like a nightmare
Never to be forgotten by some
But lives have to go on
It is snow that may not fall upon
And will soon be lost in memories
Of the next generation
Sister Bree got engaged on the balcony that day.
Bright was shocked, for he was the one who “got away”.
She thought he would come to his senses finally.
In her heart, Derrick B. Works suited her to a T.
Sister Bree was shocked, she barely knew this guy.
But she liked engagements; we did not wonder why.
She loved gifts, and collected them, with an affected sigh.
Milking all she could out of each and every smitten guy.
Bright’s tears were flowing, she could not abide the sight.
So she leapt off the balcony in October, on that very night.
Not ever knowing Derrick and Bree were practicing for her.
But now she’s an angel, guiding them both, all-knowing and pure.
G-risly
E-nemy
R-eally
T-errifies
S-hocked
T-ravelers
R-egarding
Y-ucky
D-isease
O-f
M-ankind
Topic: Birthday of poet Gert Strydom (April 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The eyelids are heavy with sleep
As I fall into the deep
No turning back awake
Even if my shoulder, you shake
Domestic noises in the background
Adding various notes to my snoring sound
I dream of greatness,unlocked
They will with mouths agape, be shocked
in awe
shaken
in total disbelief
i’m left
questioning myself
can i ever know
what’s inside
a person’s
head or heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I forgot that the heart beats.
I've been robotic.
Thought is unneeded.
Emotions are useless.
But a sudden shock to the system,
Reminds me...
My heart beats.
It was easy,
I've been busy,
Then the news came,
I am alive again.
Apart of me wishes I wasn't.
Knowing that someone I loved passed,
I wish,
I stayed robotic.
That news made me feel again.
I've become aware of my heart.
My system is shocked.
Here, in this writing
table, I'll not
return
The song of night
and lonely owl
I'll not hear
For jazz music of fox
in biting cold
I'll not wait
For devastated couple
under street lamp post
I'll not write a couplet
Cause, O' love, you're
living on the rose of
other
Here, my rose and fragrance
is withered and make a
crying of rock!
-October 12, 2018 Chattogram
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