She wears unusual clothes, I think she is Bohemian
A witch from where? We wondered, a former nun?
She wore patchwork skirts, and tinted her broom.
Putting sparkles of light in the evening gloom.
Who is this witch? What is she about?
The cats are prancing, she’s brought some doubt.
Not one of us, we dress in black and gray.
Her loud bright colors are too danged gay.
An old man at Walmart ready to tell the world is political views
coconut soup and blue vegetable pie
celery sandwiches, cake made of rye
recipes created from a confident guy
cookies sweetened from a frog’s left eye
the menu makes his grandmother want to cry
corn cob scones that make his mother sigh
Jason, a chef, who thinks rules are to defy
conjuring up new edibles in a cauldron; why?
my little sister has a persnickety pretty polka dotted dragon
I stay clear of him even when his tail is wagg’n.
I myself ride a slightly off-kelter purple unicorn
who when he was a baby somehow lost his horn
we will race each other, my little sister and I.
Our judge is a day owl named Old Sly.
Old Sly should be nocturnal, but refuses to be.
I admit our pets are unusual, and I mean all three.
Today is not the usual day
I have no word for it
And indirectly I can't say
Or draw it on a paper sheet
It's like a photograph of you
On Cromer beach somewhere
And I recall the wind that blew
Although I wasn't there
A day without a name, it meant
A documented true
I see a place, where you still stand
And here I am, with you.
archeologists discovered a puppy in a grave
might have seemed unusual if it had been recent
but not uncommon, due to our love of puppies
but this grave was not usual
because it was dug in 10, 000 b.c.
before we knew puppies existed
Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
In a strange, nervous and abnormal style
Because I am not a josher
Show me the genuine emotions of you
Give me something normal or natural
I am not asking for anything special
Just be yourself and I will appreciate it
Don’t give something unusual and vile
Give a normal, sweet and beautiful smile
Don’t give me a lot. I’ll be satisfied with a small bit
Because I want neither a black nor a blank smile
In a strange, white, hypocritical and unusual style.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The faces of the parents revealed neither worry nor care.
They were not afraid, but there was an unusual scare.
Kids walked alone, not for tricks, but for treats.
No child was worried about the candy eats.
All that mattered was that the candy was sweet.
And always with respect, the kids did greet.
There were no razors or pins to be found in the candy.
And the children were free of harm from any evil enemy.
Nor was there even one deadly or toxic cookie.
Every policeman on the streets was a rookie.
There was a girl dressed like a queen.
And there was a boy dressed like a king.
No one was deceived, nor was anyone bereaved.
It was a very good night, one surprisingly free of fright.
By comparison to every prior Halloween, this was a dream.
A night like this was due; A Halloween too good to be true.
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Sleek form of burnished russet fur
nimbly walking our garden wall.
Each night we expect this visitor,
indeed he has become an old friend.
No longer hungry, robust and fit
with a very fine brush.
He sits down quite fearless waiting,
dreaming of his potluck dinner.
I never named this creature,
although literature calls him Raynard.
He is the hero of countless adventures.
No, if I were to endow him with a name
it would be Liberty.
His species survived the great hunt.
In my mind I think 'how could they?'
No longer clarion calls and dogs barking mad,
with horses milling around.
No more port in the stirrup cup,
a civilised gesture before barbarity.
But, back to my old friend the fox, it appears
he is no longer feral although domesticated?
certainly not. somewhere in between perhaps.
I love the way those piercing eyes gleam in the dark,
who knows how we are perceived?
Each night we carefully watch each other.
It is a distant friendship
communication
by way of food.
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One goldfinch rest upon a weed
Eats a few seeds from the spirea
Lands on birdbath's rim, drinks his fill
Across my vision, black butterfly unreal
two unusual
sightings in a few minutes....
Georgia summer morn
We don't usually see Goldfinches here unless it is in their spring migration or their fall migration, so I was shocked. We don't see many of those black butterflies either.
slender trace of blue
lips a cloak in shadows shade
Cleopatra's wisp
Though her life span was less than a week,
The Pink Lady of Malibu was a glorious sight,
Never to be forgotten by anyone who was lucky enough to see her
The daring escapade spanned six months
Timing her final foray on the cliff to coincide with the full moon
On October 31st, 1966, seemingly overnight
there appeared on the sheer cliff wall
above the Malibu Canyon tunnel
a 60-foot-tall painting of a nude woman
gamboling freely with her black hair flowing behind her
and a fistful of yellow lilies
No one knew who had created this guerrilla artwork
but scandalized Los Angeles County officials
Fearing traffic congestion and looky-loo accidents
They had decided she couldn't stay
House paint and a giant stencil to accomplish the artwork
The paint had soaked into the porous rock
Finding it impossible to remove her
The county ended up covering the Pink Lady in beige paint
little birds flying around my legs and feet
unless i got some food, no way do they want to meet
i enjoy them in flight, being all free
oh, Sweet Mama, how i wish that was me
the water is their seductress as well as their mirror
it is within this much needed Peace where i see things so much clearer
the whooping crane flies away showing her natural size
this bubblebath jacuzzi feeling inspires the sun to rise
a stray puppy comes out of nowhere to say hello
i pet his little head, and he begins to lick my elbow
we then look at the water together wondering where it goes
we listen to some mid 70s bob james, and the grooves temporarily frees us from our woes
His disposition sweet and sour
Laden personality stuck by the hour
A water bearer an Aquarius
Hot pink, missing link
An unusual unconstitutional cunning consumer man
Just buying time crossing righteousness line
Doused in the oils at the fragrances of sinner strands
Adjust how can he stand
He needs to be reprimand
Snow day in the middle of summer
Spotlight shadows in the bright
Double jointed Gemini
Double piercing blinking eyes
And unusual unconstitutional cunning consumer man
Just buying time crossing righteousness line
Dressed in a suit of unrighteousness in flaming pants
Missing Link hot pink
Sinner man happen stands
11/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I planned my party with great care
Sent out invites so guests were aware
Cats accepted they purred with delight
Rover was reticent but came on night.
My friends were unruly but settled down
As tea was served they made no sound
Think perhaps they were intimidated
A fact I should have anticipated.
Chocolate muffins broke the ice
Rover tucked in and barked "so nice"
Cats licked their paws free of cream
Their pleasure obvious or so it seemed.
Teacups too small they need a drink
I'll use the saucers~well done I think
Now we make polite teatime chatter
With purring and barks, my guests scatter.
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