logan-robertson - Hello Poetry

She's Like Bubble Gum She's like bubble gum I take her out of the wrapper Put her in my mouth Chomp down It tastes good at first There's no denying that The taste is wonderful It's sugary and sweet There are new touches of sweetness that I can savor I swoosh it around in my mouth I blow a big bubble And I then hear her pop There's no better sound Than to hear that pop It's a thrill Then, after a while The taste looses it's sweetness It becomes a chore I swoosh it around my mouth It seems rudimentary Not complimentary I blow a big bubble It doesn't pop It lost its flavor I then take the bubble gum Look at it for the last time Toss it out into the wind And let someone else step on it It's that easy There's more bubble gum to unwrap Baby out there is thinking what the heck Is he talking about She's right She's still in the wrapper Freshly minted Gift wrapped Waiting to arrive, I bet Baby out there is thinking what the heck Is he talking about She's right I'm just having fun, dreaming

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 7:42 AM UTC

She's Like Bubble Gum

She's Like Bubble Gum She's like bubble gum I take her out of the wrapper Put her in my mouth Chomp down It tastes good at first There's no denying that The taste is wonderful It's sugary and sweet There are new touches of sweetness that I can savor I swoosh it around in my mouth I blow a big bubble And I then hear her pop There's no better sound Than to hear that pop It's a thrill Then, after a while The taste looses it's sweetness It becomes a chore I swoosh it around my mouth It seems rudimentary Not complimentary I blow a big bubble It doesn't pop It lost its flavor I then take the bubble gum Look at it for the last time Toss it out into the wind And let someone else step on it It's that easy There's more bubble gum to unwrap Baby out there is thinking what the heck Is he talking about She's right She's still in the wrapper Freshly minted Gift wrapped Waiting to arrive, I bet Baby out there is thinking what the heck Is he talking about She's right I'm just having fun, dreaming

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The Sixth Grade Bully Lost We were kids That took the low road Growing up On the edge Of the sword Bullying other school kids And breaking the rules It was dark Cold-hearted pursuit To cause pain To these kids Stealing their lunchtime monies Homework, clothes, and shoes Like puppets Stripped of dignity Their strings pulled And life's tugged They followed that lowest road Throughout that sixth grade They shoplift Stole fishing hooks for the hood Rods and reels Food and snacks And condoms just for practice Their faces were sad Years later Gray, old, and dusty I ask why What reason Was there to tear on their youth And leave this world scarred logan robertson 3/17/26

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC

The Sixth Grade Bully Lost

The Sixth Grade Bully Lost We were kids That took the low road Growing up On the edge Of the sword Bullying other school kids And breaking the rules It was dark Cold-hearted pursuit To cause pain To these kids Stealing their lunchtime monies Homework, clothes, and shoes Like puppets Stripped of dignity Their strings pulled And life's tugged They followed that lowest road Throughout that sixth grade They shoplift Stole fishing hooks for the hood Rods and reels Food and snacks And condoms just for practice Their faces were sad Years later Gray, old, and dusty I ask why What reason Was there to tear on their youth And leave this world scarred logan robertson 3/17/26

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Alysha Liu started climbing the highest mountain, starting when she was five, and fifteen years later, she reached the top. Starting at an early age, the seed was planted in a dream, and was nourished, cultivated, and strengthened through the years of grueling practices, a pause at 16, a hesitation, and then an about-face. Today, she is an Olympic Champion in figure skating. And deservingly so. Her family, especially her dad, was in front. But nature had her back. She blended with the elements. So free spirited as the wind. So radiant as the sun. So mysterious and exotic as the moon. Alysha won prettily in Italy. She carried herself well in a golden sequin dress, with a golden halo hairdo, and those sparkling golden eyes. She was more than cute. She was golden, wholesome, and real. And she skated to perfection. She made the US proud, crowd and loud over her accomplishments. And deservedly so And her family, fans, and freedom absolutely adore her. There will be other winners. But there will be none like Alysha, bunny-hopping "her way" to her coaches after her performance, where her warmth and good vibes touch everyone along the way that is watching as she greets her coaches--- all with tears of joy in their eyes.

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Feb 26

Feb 26, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC

Alysha Liu All With Tears of Joy in Their Eyes

Alysha Liu started climbing the highest mountain, starting when she was five, and fifteen years later, she reached the top. Starting at an early age, the seed was planted in a dream, and was nourished, cultivated, and strengthened through the years of grueling practices, a pause at 16, a hesitation, and then an about-face. Today, she is an Olympic Champion in figure skating. And deservingly so. Her family, especially her dad, was in front. But nature had her back. She blended with the elements. So free spirited as the wind. So radiant as the sun. So mysterious and exotic as the moon. Alysha won prettily in Italy. She carried herself well in a golden sequin dress, with a golden halo hairdo, and those sparkling golden eyes. She was more than cute. She was golden, wholesome, and real. And she skated to perfection. She made the US proud, crowd and loud over her accomplishments. And deservedly so And her family, fans, and freedom absolutely adore her. There will be other winners. But there will be none like Alysha, bunny-hopping "her way" to her coaches after her performance, where her warmth and good vibes touch everyone along the way that is watching as she greets her coaches--- all with tears of joy in their eyes.

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Harris and Trump hit the stage At stake is the next US president The debate was filled with rage The debate was filled with torment It was like watching a tennis match With each participant taking shots Back and forth we watched the barbs hatch Back and forth each tried to connect the dots Harris let her racket do the talking While Trump defended the ball in his courts The participants were mocking and rocking The participants built word forts and false reports Harris wasn't perfect and neither was Trump But you can see clearly which one looked the part Both party's stars are looking to triumph Both party's stars are pledging a fresh start Time and time again we hear campaign dreams So it comes down to which candidate you believe in Which candidate has less Pinnochio inseams Which candidate you want to win On November 5th the votes will be cast And of importance, our American welfare is at stake So think it over and be true and steadfast So think it over and make ... no mistake Logan Robertson 9/11/24

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Sep 11, 2024

Sep 11, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC

The Harris-Trump Debate Over Choppy Seas

Harris and Trump hit the stage At stake is the next US president The debate was filled with rage The debate was filled with torment It was like watching a tennis match With each participant taking shots Back and forth we watched the barbs hatch Back and forth each tried to connect the dots Harris let her racket do the talking While Trump defended the ball in his courts The participants were mocking and rocking The participants built word forts and false reports Harris wasn't perfect and neither was Trump But you can see clearly which one looked the part Both party's stars are looking to triumph Both party's stars are pledging a fresh start Time and time again we hear campaign dreams So it comes down to which candidate you believe in Which candidate has less Pinnochio inseams Which candidate you want to win On November 5th the votes will be cast And of importance, our American welfare is at stake So think it over and be true and steadfast So think it over and make ... no mistake Logan Robertson 9/11/24

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She Fell Into The Abyss he takes to the tunnel of night dark at first, but he tiptoes in and sees the light he follows a trail a women's scent that arouses him he sees her across the bar seated by herself hunger on her face a wallflower a sheep in a lea to him weak and pull-able of wool and he needs wool a ball of yarn to desensitize and spins to his satisfaction and he needs to be sated ... especially with this ones youth and innocence her striking blue eyes and sweet mouth indifferent to him but it's her pond of ducks that excites ... him hidden in his pocket is a knife of fantasy a blade of deceit rope of words to incapacitate ... then he looks into her blues as he begins making his move sweet talking, sweet talking her socks off he keeps seeing the ducks in the pond swimming faster and faster his heart beating faster and faster a fruit ripening before his eyes ready to be eaten he takes the first dagger from his pocket two white pills and slips into her drink laughs to himself at least this dagger won't hurt as he chokes on his sadism she falls into her arms asleep so soft and vulnerable unsuspecting and naive she walks out with him in slumber later that night a shotgun blasts breaks the air ducks flapping in the night then ... silence Logan Robertson 2/18/21

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Feb 18, 2021

Feb 18, 2021 at 6:34 AM UTC

She Fell Into Abyss

She Fell Into The Abyss he takes to the tunnel of night dark at first, but he tiptoes in and sees the light he follows a trail a women's scent that arouses him he sees her across the bar seated by herself hunger on her face a wallflower a sheep in a lea to him weak and pull-able of wool and he needs wool a ball of yarn to desensitize and spins to his satisfaction and he needs to be sated ... especially with this ones youth and innocence her striking blue eyes and sweet mouth indifferent to him but it's her pond of ducks that excites ... him hidden in his pocket is a knife of fantasy a blade of deceit rope of words to incapacitate ... then he looks into her blues as he begins making his move sweet talking, sweet talking her socks off he keeps seeing the ducks in the pond swimming faster and faster his heart beating faster and faster a fruit ripening before his eyes ready to be eaten he takes the first dagger from his pocket two white pills and slips into her drink laughs to himself at least this dagger won't hurt as he chokes on his sadism she falls into her arms asleep so soft and vulnerable unsuspecting and naive she walks out with him in slumber later that night a shotgun blasts breaks the air ducks flapping in the night then ... silence Logan Robertson 2/18/21

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The Changing Colors (Senryu) Autumn winds pick up Lovers slip into romance It was a good fall Logan Robertson 2/11/21

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Feb 11, 2021

Feb 11, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC

The Changing Colors (Senryu)

The Changing Colors (Senryu) Autumn winds pick up Lovers slip into romance It was a good fall Logan Robertson 2/11/21

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A Passing Rainbow (haiku) A trout looks above Sees a fly land the surface It's glee is short lived Logan Robertson 2/4/21

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Feb 4, 2021

Feb 4, 2021 at 9:42 AM UTC

A Passing Rainbow (haiku)

A Passing Rainbow (haiku) A trout looks above Sees a fly land the surface It's glee is short lived Logan Robertson 2/4/21

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Skaters Introduce Themselves To Nature (haiku) Winter's landscape calm Treeline of green laps the lake Skaters break the ice Logan Robertson 2/2/2021

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Feb 2, 2021

Feb 2, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC

Skaters Introduce Themselves To Nature (haiku)

Skaters Introduce Themselves To Nature (haiku) Winter's landscape calm Treeline of green laps the lake Skaters break the ice Logan Robertson 2/2/2021

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It takes Snowflakes To fall In all Landscapes Reshapes White sheets Such treats All day Kids play Some sled The spread Some ski With glee Some skate The slate Snowballs Appalls Snowballs Catch alls Such fun Is spun My youth Had tooth Long ago I glow Logan Robertson 2/1/21

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Feb 1, 2021

Feb 1, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC

Remembering Winter's Youth (footle)

It takes Snowflakes To fall In all Landscapes Reshapes White sheets Such treats All day Kids play Some sled The spread Some ski With glee Some skate The slate Snowballs Appalls Snowballs Catch alls Such fun Is spun My youth Had tooth Long ago I glow Logan Robertson 2/1/21

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Testing It works. I tried posting earlier, 2x, and received the message 502 Bad Gateway and for two days the poem I posted had zero views. I was puzzled. In fact I was saddened. In my view something not right with this site.

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Jan 21, 2021

Jan 21, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC

Testing

Testing It works. I tried posting earlier, 2x, and received the message 502 Bad Gateway and for two days the poem I posted had zero views. I was puzzled. In fact I was saddened. In my view something not right with this site.

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