They always wondered what degree she might get
If she had told her mother, Mom would have had a fit
She wanted her to be a lady, prissy and clean
She got her degree in Power Machines
She loved using a drill, a hammer and a saw
A tool belt was the gift for Mary Me Magraw
Her name was crazy, because she did not like men
Nothing about this woman was in the least bit fem
The tools to let it flow,
salt is good for healing.
Breezes carry the sea
swirling around my waist,
what the water gave me.
The tools to let it flow,
take a more placid pace.
Sweet determination
is brought to a hot boil,
rolling with such passion.
The tools to let it flow,
truce tumbles in and out.
Tension can go sky high,
sometimes the answer is
to let things slide right by.
The tools to let it flow,
smooth the craggy edges.
To control this temper?
I can go off and walk,
bringing me to center.
Cut from copper tools
His blood washed me clean
Attacked at night by evil spirits
Trusting in Jesus always
You Lord Jesus lead the way
Love agape is the price you paid
Questions of robotic wars
Many die every day
Trust in Jesus to raise up his family
I am your son Jesus I kneel before you alone
Made by copper tools
Cut from his rock the rock of creation he is my dearest friend
Voices in the night can not scare me away from trusting in my creator Lord Jesus
At the age of sixty five he was accepted for employment
at a business dispatching organic, non hybrid, heirloom seeds
His specific duties found him in the garden
preparing soil, planting out pulling weeds
The tools that were used would sometimes seem to vanish
No matter where he searched unable to locate them, so outlandish !!
When the owner of the business found the tools that were required
" you've only had a boys look " a frustrated comment she uttered in despair
He could have replied , it's the only way I know, 'cause I'm not a girl
your remarks are discrimination and totally unfair
Instead he accepted her response as an accolade
I only had a boys look 'cause I wish to remain forever young
There are many situations where words have intensive connotations
Just be careful how you utilise your tongue
I stood in the door of dads work shed. The sun was pouring in the windows and dust was floating.
In corners cobwebs hung like wisps of threads. On his bench an untouched coffee mug and a pen,
a sketch of something he had been working on. Tin cans held nails and screws, hooks held his
old, well used tools. It looked like he had just stepped out for a minute but he would not be
coming back for he had left for heaven this day.
as a child I sat
on that wood bench bathed in sun
and good memories
He wears the cross upon his chest,
And speaks of heaven’s cure,
Yet turns the hand that ought to bless
To wield despair and death.
By dozens sent, they fall, they die,
Beneath his pious claim,
While God’s own life is swept aside,
And they live and bear no shame.
Can faith abide where blood is spilled,
Where mercy bows to might?
I do not know—but still I fear,
There, coming to the light.
For in the dark, their hands still try to reach,
Each soul now whispers true,
A fleeting thought, in quiet speech,
Breaks through the fecal stench the air.
Yet still I ask, with hard pressed dread,
Can we survive such sin?
I do not know, for they are wed
To hipprocracy and what inside it holds.
He’s torn apart by demons.
These spooks are of his own making.
Struggles in the middle of an ocean.
He’s drowning in plain sight.
I don’t have the tools to help him.
I simply can’t get through to him.
We’re all helpless to assist.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Effective Tools
Being sharp minded
Always alert
No problems
No chaos
A man of very few words
A circle of one or two
Never beg
Don’t need much
Work hard all of your life
Don’t always have to have the last word
Walk alone a long mile
Eat breakfast alone
Depend on no one
Beyond independent
I don’t want to hear it
Lift heavy ass weights at the gym
Be a leader
Take from no one
Separated from the world
Walk alone
Be respectful
Don’t ask any questions
Don’t invite trouble
Effective tools
Oh farage do give it a rest..' at last things are more quiet
Yet you have to beat your chest.' How much did you cost?
Who has paid your price.? You turned your back and are
Part of the pack..While Tommy is stuck; in the jaws; of their
Vice..I ask you hold that thought for a moment..If its a
Thing you can do? Or lock yourself in a small toilet for just
A fortnight or two..Maybe by the time you come out? there
Will be peace 'at least in ukraine' and Britain will be spared
Your iniquity? That way all sides get much gain.'
Forks can be multi-purposed.
I keep one in my purse for emergencies.
They are good to retrieve things that slide under booths in restaurants.
Helpful to dislodge cockleburs from dog's fur
Part my hair when I am waiting for a friend at Gilly’s Café.
A fork does not pull your hair as hard as a comb.
We gave them complete control.
Weren’t the tools designed
to be used?
All poems are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Makes work more efficient the using hands as manual labor
It sits out in your driveway
a glittering metallic sculpture.
It costs more than your house,
you love it more than your spouse.
You can hardly drive it, it’s too high,
you can barely park it, it’s so wide.
Like an exotic compulsion, you need it,
though you can barely afford to feed it.
There’s a cockpit with winking tech,
offering a printer, wi-fi and refrigeration.
It can pull a house off its foundation.
Is there a tendentious ecological statement,
in this prestigious resource you need for work
is the fact that it’s tax deductible just a perk?
With this polished and pampered machine,
you get the rewards of effective parenting,
as it literally reflects the care that it’s given.
It’s a spaceship ready for expedition,
what else in creation is as elysian,
as your gigantic pickup truck.
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songs for this:
Dreamin’ by G. Love and Special Sauce
Driving by Everything but the Girl
Little Deuce Coupe by Andrew Gold
mom's secret weapons
whether plastic or metal
they all hurt the same
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