When our children were children…
we’d sit together on the floor and watch Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood…
It was a wonderful way to be together
while learning how to be kind and decent…and good.
From our age to theirs in front of our TV it was easy connect
with someone who exuded kindness and treated everyone with respect.
It was our hope that our children would pick up on this thread…
and when they went out into the world…
would be a little more like Fred.
That they would practice peace and empathy…
would live their life with honor and dignity…
that they’d try to resolve their differences through communication….
not with hostility.
That they would understand although there is evil in this world…
meant to demean, demolish and destroy…
they could fight this evil with love and hope…
and try to fill the world with joy.
Imagine what our world would look like…
if we accepted one another in spite of our differences…
If all the people of the world were acknowledged…
welcomed…
and well-fed….
Imagine the kind of world we could create…
If we were all…
a little more like Fred.
each day
is my living wake
I wish you cared
& they weren't fake
my eyes are dry
tears made of dust
never mind
no one's fussed
all the f"cks
& suppressed damns
are my quiet poetry slams
rotate the fear
rearrange
the dread
ego & id
are well fed
days unlived
nights unslept
scarcity of love is kept
no howls of pain
but they twist & turn
retina & eyelids burn
tunnel vision
bottlenecks
sort through
my personal effects
recalibration
set in stone
through it all
I felt alone
reaching out
with brightly coloured gem
fear itself
I couldn't stem
hold the image
lock in view
lose balance
as all askew
life made up
of pretty rubble
but I'll commit
to be no trouble
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
A soul that's hungry and never well-fed,
is always searching for something much greater,
a great love whose meaning is ne'er misread,
or destiny whose time arrives much later.
In God and thee I find a hopeful fate,
a future that restores a quiet grace,
and moments in time's endless, flowing state;
where I embrace your beauty's radiant face.
But if the heavens and the stars above,
and all the world were drowned in seas of gloom,
my lines still live forever in thee, my love,
beyond end of days, beyond even doom!
If love transcends all seasons and all times,
then your spring lives on in all of my rhymes.
alas
love's cast
cute boy
brings joy
just friends
fresh lens
looks like
luck strikes
sound choice
chill voice
vast arms
all charms
chums wed
well fed
fluffy
hubby
three well-fed bachelors in the home had women fighting over them
I am kind of sweet on Clementine, said the eldest elderly, Jim.
She’s got a crush on Hank, replied the trouble maker Leland Joe.
Clementine came over to them and gave Leland a cookie on the go.
Seems to me she likes you too, Jim said, staring at Leland now.
Maybe because I keep on hand her favorite milk, from my milking cow.
You still have a farm? This surprised the other bachelors quite a bit.
Hank kept his thoughts to himself, but he did not like thinking of it.
Hank did not have to worry long, for Gladys came by next.
She handed him an apple coffee cake that had tasty icing specs
Come join me for some breakfast she offered, and all three men complied.
They had been wooed and pursued by women since being locked up inside
Grandma Tee had but one teensy tiny request
She wanted a St Bernard puppy, more than the rest
It’s all I ever wanted she said, pooh-poohing her new vest.
“I told you, “stated her daughter-in-law to her son, Chest.
Chester knew his mother’s wish for an oversized puppy well-fed.
But who has to care for it if something happens to her? He said.
I’ve always wanted a St. Bernard myself, his wife replied.
So, they gave a St. Bernard to his mom, and she named it Clyde.
I can’t say exactly why I write
Beyond the physiology
Or why a fish swims
Or where an ocean feeds --
All a great mystery
Of crops and weeds --
As I wish the world well fed
Every child with a safe, warm
Bed.
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A breeze just passed
A Whisper of sorts
On its way due west
I believe
If lesson or intensify
One must know prevailing
Currents
A Child just passed
Blew on by, with energy
Of youth -- prevailing currents
Little matter -- no one knows
The breath of a heart....
jumpity rumpity toad in a pot
transmogrification often is sought
wiggly piggly nose pink and red
Halloween shenanigans often well fed
Woman, I write about you
Every time I think of you
I utilize a special tar
You're mine and my star.
I use a very exotic color
I take my time, I do not rush
I use an elegant brush
In my heart, you're my honor.
Woman, I see you from afar
In my heart, you're a star
I ‘m ecstatic. You're my heaven
Yes, you are an oasis of fun.
It's an honor to color your smile
You are always in front of me
I respect you. You're my glory
In my heart, you're a star.
My heart is holy red
And yours is well fed
By a nutritious blood
You're my spring and my bud.
You're certainly a big star
You're indeed wonderful
I'm using a super special tar
Indeed, you're very beautiful.
Copyright © July 2017, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is a writer of several poetry books.
If I could change into a pet
I’d be my little dog.
Because my life would be quite set
there’d be much analogue.
I’d look up with my puppy eyes
then picked up I would be.
Patted, stroked, and idolized
this life’s the one for me.
Three meals a day, a yummy treat
I’d always be well fed.
For trips I’d have my own car seat
at night tucked into bed.
I know I would be very loved
have free range of my home.
Roll over have my belly rubbed
this place, my pleasure dome.
Outside I’d run and play all day
Explore, and things I’d find.
She is so cute, hear owners say
they are so very kind.
Therefore, if I could have a choice
my puppy it would be.
These luxuries of life rejoice
I’m sure you would agree.
Hi Jesus I wanted to talk with you today
In a poem about my day
I mostly was sleepy today
I mostly was glad to be well fed today
I was thinking about you all day today
I even felt negative and I am sorry for that
I remember those days last year when I was thinking about you less
This year I have been thinking more about you
Like how come you are so great it is amazing
Love this world you have created I just wish we could help more people
I know you always think about me and I know you always guide me even when I do not know it
I trust you Jesus cause You are my best friend from when I was real young
I remember when I automatically knew you were my best friend then years of confusion
I got confused cause I forgot you my best friend from forever I am sorry I was blinded cause I forgot
You Jesus are my best friend from forever
I am glad my sight is restored and I see you Jesus again as my best friend from forever
I love you Jesus so much my pal my buddy
I had no idea I had gone so long without remembering you Jesus are my first friend who created me
I hear when laughter prick through a closed door,
Or see children enjoying in the rain
As if morrows there be, nor days before,
But only bliss prevailing over bane,
See, life goes on amidst all needless wars,
Rejoicing of life over grief of death
And going on like a galloping horse
That keeps alive in life unflinching faith,
I ponder thence upon my youthful dreams
As to with what stuff were they so well fed,
It takes me to my days of careless whims,
My soul overcoming prevailing dread,
Reminding me of time I once was young
When all my cares on a high wall were hung
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Sonnet | 05.02.2026 | children, grief, joy, youth
There’s a rooster and a chicken both well fed
Ode poem to them for they created an egg
I love the egg well before it becomes a new life
I use it to make an omelette with poetry spice
Verbs splashes of red onion taste so good
Peppered prepositions used as one should
Buttery nouns sautéed until brown in the pan
Milky splashes of adjectives because we can
Cheesy punctuations used for emphasis
Plus some bacon not forsaken adding bliss
It can be turkey or from pork in limerick
And to finish add in spinach sonnet’s kiss
Ode to the chicken and rooster parents love
They created an egg
with which I’m fed
Can’t get enough I’m stuffed
Empty
are the streets
of my mind
Options
Like a dry
oil well
Drifting from
state to state
In search of
Who knows
gotta stay
Sharp
Can't say
What may
never Come
Waiting for
A comet
To sprinkle
Dust on my
Pizza
at least
I'm
well fed
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