the two- ton Iowa steer gave me a ***** leer
over hear, dear, come be my ever-loving peer.
Smile sheer, he wore rings in his nose and right ear.
I resolved not to go near until I had consumed my beer.
Nothing to fear bellowed the steer. Over hear dear, over here!
Forget space and time
for you i rush with the wind
by your side feel high
Seigneur
Merci de ta croyance
Merci de ta guidance
Confiance en soi
Mon coeur me parle de toi
Ta beauté
Ton coeur de charité
Bien aimé
Tu as contruit le coeur à tes meubles
Nous sommes ton peuple
C’est ton heureux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma copine, ma commère
Il m’est impossible de t’envoyer des fleurs
Et je ne peux pas t’écrire de jolis poèmes
Cependant je peux te souhaiter du bonheur
Avec toute ma force et avec tout mon cœur.
Parfois, on ne peut pas vider tout le contenu
De la vase, comme on ne peut marcher tout nu
Dans les rues essaimées de charmantes femmes
Puisqu’on est limité et on a qu’une pauvre âme
On peut simplement mesurer ses vives émotions
Femme ! Oh ! Mémère, je me noie dans la passion.
C’est ton joyeux anniversaire
Mon amie, ma flamme, ma commère
Je te souhaite de tout mon cœur
Santé et des arcs-en-ciel de bonheur
Que la Providence te bénisse avec abondance
Et que la vie te soit des jours et nuits de vacances.
P.S. Translation ' It's Your Happy Birthday, Gorgeous Old Lady'.
Copyright © Mars 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
Falling out of Sight
David J Walker
Every new day
A new fate
Every new sun
a clean slate
awaits
every new moon
a new phase has
begun
as the wait ends
the gross weight
a gross ton
sends
its arrows true
and straight
and bends light
to its delight and whims
as yesterday begins to
pass
and at last
falls out of sight
mon amour
poursuis tes rêves
il n’y a pas de temps à perdre
rejette toute trace d’énergie négative
piètre pluie sur le dos d’un canard
la vie est si courte
Translated from my poem WITH ALL YOUR HEART
Posted May 14, 2021
she rings my door and yells at me,
I dare not describe what I see,
a woman fierce with her swords drawn,
I dated when she was a fawn!
pretty she looked then, full of fun,
hearts were young when our love begun,
now she thunders in half a ton,
search for exit from where to run!
folly, foolishness how we love,
deceived, defeated you know how?
I did not see faults that lie deep,
from there, with time, they slowly seep!
inventions, cameras are slick,
could make one that will future click,
not one that shows her current age,
but one to snap future image!
life must be lived no matter what,
even with creatures time forgot,
I wave to her with pleasant smile,
with meek demure, hope to beguile!
3rd place
Written 02/01/2021
Watered Down Juice
Edward Ibeh sponsored
8 syllables each line
20 lines!
wayward, wanting
winds
waiting without
weigh
weary woefull
wanderers
weaving weather
warfare
walking waters
wringing
whatever writing
with
whirlwind wonders
working
wrenching wrinkles
worthless
wrestling wrong
writes
well....for now
stan sand
writing...when
writs...wring
wrong
A witch could not meet with her coven
So held a seance in her oven
Donald Trump dropped by
With an open fly
And said he was looking for Loven
It hit me like a ton of bricks
I realize
I don't love you anymore
I know its been coming
I wished our love
Was something
That would last forever
I realize
That's in the past
The strange thing is
I'm relieved
This singer had a ton of fun
Calling himself Donovan
Updated his moniker to 'Mellow Yellow'
Banana costume and all ~ What a fellow!
weaving in and out
the wind whistles ‘round the bones —
tuning fork fades out
10/26/2018
When they're at the Chinese restaurant
It reminds them of each other for sure
Won Ton reminds her of his weight
Spelled backwards reminds him of her!
I sent myself a ton of roses.
I put them piecemeal on the bed.
They were pretty, all these poses.
They were lovely - that much is said.
I put them piecemeal on the bed.
Red, blue, and violet, they lay.
They were lovely, that much is said.
"Lovely, dear!" said my sister, Fay.
Red, blue, and violet, they lay.
The scent of them was gorgeous too!
"Lovely, dear!" said my sister, Fay.
Yes, they were lovely, it's quite true.
The scent of them was gorgeous, too!
They were pretty, all these poses.
Yes, they were lovely, it's quite true.
I sent myself a ton of roses.
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10/1/2016
Contest - Pantoum
Sponsor - Eve Roper
1st place win
Fear, a tear, shock inside, I guess it's all the same,
To find someone behind me has been calling out my name.
Mixed, not fixed, my mindless journey,
Sadly awakened and too often murky.
I could, I would, if I were able,
Contribute to the conversation at the table.
If my mind could find the subject matter,
But those ideas are all a scatter.
I tried but lied and said I heard you,
A simple question proves that it's not true.
How can I get by with focus amiss,
Life, at times difficult, thinking like this.
I'm cursed, I guess, with this on and off switch,
Sometimes a blessing, more often a glitch.
Living and giving from out of the box,
a bright imagination is the pure paradox.
In the end, I will send you one last fleeting conclusion,
There are few rewards with this kind of confusion.
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