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Feb 18 · 89
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
The Changing Colors (Senryu)

Autumn winds pick up  

Lovers slip into romance

It was a good fall

Logan Robertson

2/11/21
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
Notes-My little rainbow. You saw what you thought was your dinner splashing on the surface and instead your fate turned the other way. Think fly fisherman.
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
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
My fond memories of my youth were high lighted with the first fall of snow. It was so much fun. To play like kids, fast, furious, and fathomless (at the time, and who would of imagined how fast time went by).  After a long winter's day we would head home. Mom would makes some hot chocolate and the warmth of our house always felt good
Jan 21 · 831
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.
From that storm driven dark day.~ I saw rioters chanting U-S-A, U-S-A.~ And raging, raging, having their stay.~ Like wound up robots with words to say.~ The mob-like, lapped the Capital and it's prey.~ Then raced thru the steps of Trump's relay.~ For there they were under his spell and play.~ Like they were programmed to stray.~ Months of Trump's stop the steal came to a fray.~ When the mob took the Capital my heart dismay.~ It was like watching stupidity, and horror in disarray.~ For there they stood casually in foul play.~ Waving flags, cameras, and de-pricing their way.~ Yet totally oblivious of the law and mainstay.~ This day needs closure and the puppeteer has to pay.~

Logan Robertson

1/19/2021
Tomorrow Biden will be sworn into office and I wish him all the best. And Trump I have no kind words for. For here is a man that is not all here.
Logan Robertson Dec 2020
Sally Looks To Someday Push Buttons

Sally walked the floors of life this year
Each climb up she cautiously lived in fear
She lived on, brink to brink
Week to week, flight or sink
She hopes that her elevator is near

Logan Robertson

12/20/20
First of all continued prayers and hope everyone is doing well and coping with the pandemic and life.

With recent news that a vaccine for Covid has been found there's are great reasons to celebrate. It's a start. For many of the world a cure would lead back to a normal life. That's would be a kiss on the lips. That would make everyone's heart sing again. For Sally this year has tested her resolve, and idleness, and she looks forward to shifting back into gear
Nov 2020 · 221
Sally's Vote For President
Logan Robertson Nov 2020
Sally cast her vote true, onto what lies
To the best candidate that meets her eyes
She wants a truthful honest man
A president with a proud plan
Sally checked none of the above applies

Logan Robertson

11/2/20
10/10/8/8/10

Tomorrow's US Presidential election between Trump and Biden leaves Sally conscience pure, and free. Tomorrow she will pray for her country, for all the honest people and that the next great leader surfaces in the future.
Oct 2020 · 220
Sally's Halloween Dance
Logan Robertson Oct 2020
Sally's Halloween dance the pumpkin patch
She plays the field, tricks and treats for her match
Thru to the winding vines, she scored
A Jack-O-Lantern she adored
With her sweet find Sally beamed at her ******

Logan Robertson

10/17/20
10/10/8/8/10

It's fun to write with puns and innuendoes and Sally does it swell.
Logan Robertson Sep 2020
Under the big tent Sally's circus came alive
Cotton candy lady gave the first clown a vibe
She grabbed his hands, too sweet
Her marching bands in heat
One clown in the bush is worth two acts to arrive

Logan Robertson

9/16/2020
12/12/6/6/12

Sally's bird in hand soared to the moon and back. Meanwhile a loud speaker overhead (?) continuously paged for cotton candy lady to return to her booth.
Jul 2020 · 259
Trump Nonet Be Re-Elected
Logan Robertson Jul 2020
Trump Nonet Be Re-lected


Dunce
Upon
A time moans
Four years of Trump
Marching down the hill
Through the history books
Pages holding his burst of shame
With no President's trail this bad
He was more suited for the big tent
Than
Facade
Of leader
Of the greatest
Most mighty nation
On the face of this Earth
Riding his three-legged act
Hatred, egotism, leaderless
To his stunt of the United States

Logan Robertson

7/08/20
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

There's nothing that I like about Trump. He's baked a White House cake that is a mockery to all the bakers, so to speak. Come next January will mark Trump's fourth year in office and hopefully it will be his last.
Logan Robertson Jul 2020
Sally girl's a packing to splash the beach

With the tiniest tong that fills her peach

Her orchards ripe for some suns

With little thread on her buns

She cues men's peAks sunning self in their reach

Logan Robertson

7/06/20
10/10/7/7/10

My dearest Sally can make a cloudy day on a beach sizzle. And that what I like about her.
Jun 2020 · 1.8k
Has Hello Poetry Fallen?
Logan Robertson Jun 2020
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20
Update-Today marks the sixth day of being in the dark. The lump in my throat has gotten bigger. I
feel choked and can't swallow the wheels falling off
of this site. Some poem submissions appear to be normal, some not. I just tried reposting Elliot's and Darrel Langstrom's last poems which are very foretelling of where we are today and I hit a snag. My hands, now, are up in the air and I don't like that feeling.
May 2020 · 187
Sally Has Words For Trump
Logan Robertson May 2020
Sally read of Trump sliding on his ****
Seventy days lapse of the virus bump
He pet the bull by the horn
While the virus spread was born
Sally's numbed being ****** off by a stump

Logan Robertson

5/22/2020
Sally can only look at Trump's logic and leadership regarding the onset, which leaves her asking where are the tall oak trees.

10/10/7/7/10
Logan Robertson May 2020
Sally still has her rainbow eyes for life
As a prism be, a prisoner in strife
She copes with the downfall
Life throwing a curveball
Still, she gets a base hit for some wildlife

Logan Robertson

5/11/2010
10/10/8/8/10

Sally's been battling the voids in her life. Five weeks, now, cooped up at home, watching one movie after another, playing scrabble, cleaning house, and dreaming does get old. When there's a knock at her door it brings her to a smile.
Logan Robertson Apr 2020
Sally yearns for a stimulus check
In part to bring sails to her shipwreck
She could use a timely breeze
To soothe her from the deep freeze
Money's ace but her men mend her deck


Logan Robertson

4/1/2020
9/9/7/7/9

Poor Sally. On most nights she be seeing new faces, going to new places and parting her social graces. Now she's a head case. Being, ahem, laid off (and restricted from going out) has taken a toll on her.
Logan Robertson Mar 2020
In the turn of a page of bad fate
Out jumped the book of March's index
With each chapter getting worse
Each page finding a tear
The words crying out
Who's this author
With red ink
Spelling
Life
To
The angst
Of readers
Across the globe
Each character sad
Done wrongly, done sadly
Bottled and corked of stressed life
Laid off, laid idly, laid to rest
All eyes tear that the postscript breathes life


Logan Robertson

3/30/2020
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Reverse Double Nonet

Continued Prayers.
Mar 2020 · 167
He Could Not Curb His Road
Logan Robertson Mar 2020
To whom it concerns. ~He who is coarse course miserable strings of knots not for the better.~

Logan Robertson

3/23/20
We're all on the same road. And the hope is that everyone stays in their lane.
Logan Robertson Mar 2020
My tongue is strung
On the headlines
A virus sprung
Across coastlines

From China wall
To the earth's span
The bouncing ball
Of bad cells fan

One dug a path
At humankind's
Causing a wrath
Of quarantines

This turn of fate
I pray comes straight

Logan Robertson

3/21/20
Continued Prayers.
Mar 2020 · 389
Sally And Coronavirus Rules
Logan Robertson Mar 2020
Sally And Coronavirus Rules

Sally on merry-go-round  like the rest
She takes the forced ride and prays for the best
She can't do this, can't do that
Social distance' a black cat
She yearns for mandates that come with a zest

Logan Robertson

3/19/20
10/10/7/7/10

Sally, like the rest of the country, is due to following the dots. Both the government rules and those the scientist are following under a microscope. Someday there will be a cure-all and she likens it to be with all the bells, whistles and bang. That would bring huge relief. For now she's self isolated and can't wait to get back on the saddle.
Logan Robertson Mar 2020
As this virus answers a roll call
It's presence now climbs over a wall
For good years his voice a dormat drawl
Now it wants to kiss a death and sprawl
Across the globe man's watches stall
As the virus strenghten it's gall
If when the ticking hand could maul
And stop it in it's track and all
If the scientist can stand tall
Next to the virus and see it fall
As it stands a dooming chapter ball
It's bounce taking it's toll on us all
I hope the virus a muted doll
And robust headlines soon entrall

Logan Robertson

3/09/20
Prayers.

Notes-(3/13/20)
2nd line- think epicenter of this outbreak
13th line-think how the virus latches onto cells, wanting to make babies. I wish it sterile, finding a muted doll.
Logan Robertson Feb 2020
Sally Shun Her Valentine Or Not


Sally's Valentine wants *******
And wails forth that he's a driving force
He courted his blind date
Now his compass' upstate
With storm she sent him packing of course

Logan Robertson

2/10/2020
9/9/6/6/9

Sally's the ******* the bus. We make eye contact. I look away. I can only dream.
Logan Robertson Feb 2020
His Make Believe Love

Below his mind a mermaid sits
Aglow of love only for thee
Hello he cast these words to her
Forego the tides and reel with me

She looks back up with laughing  eyes
Glee burst furthest from his bubble
See his mind's altar be empty
Be his scales short of  a couple

Logan Robertson

2/08/2020
Lento poem-2 quatrains. First word in each line rhyme. The last word in the second and fourth rhyme. Inspired and interests piqued by Dearheart's sponsorship of a poetry contest at PS that required the lento form. Truth be, this is my first try at one. (8 syllables a line).
Feb 2020 · 84
Kansas City Cheifs Rise
Logan Robertson Feb 2020
Kansas City Cheifs Rise

Seeding and blossoming
At the right time
In the face of adversity
Now known
As the 49ers
Last scene
Heads hung low
Seething and wilting
In the face of Mahomes
Now known
As Tomahawk Chop
Comeback king
QB extraordinaire
In the race to the top
Rarefied air for the Cheifs
And a beaten path for the 49ers
Down 20-10
Golding, goading into the fourth
Mahomes sparks the comeback
Two TD passes
And the 49ers are on their *****
Two TD passes
Cheifs win 31-20
To the 49ers rashes
And should I dare say crashes
A seedling that was planted
Some 50 seasons ago
Ripe with submisions
And some terrible falls
Over the proud owners
The Hunt family
No strangers to paydirt
Now reaching new heights
For the very first time
This for the Cheif fans
The ones now with tears of joy
Savioring the moment
A rallying cry
To the fall of their dream
Now to the very rise ...
of their team

Logan Robertson

2/03/2020
Jan 2020 · 310
Rising Onward
Logan Robertson Jan 2020
It all went up in smoke
puffs of black
rising above the smokestacks
rising to the sky
one at a time came their turn  
of matters to ash

Logan Robertson

1/06/2020
Jan 2020 · 167
Death Of A Fisherman
Logan Robertson Jan 2020
For years he caught a fish
For his hymn
It was a game and thrill
From the ridge
And outskirts
He parked his car
Hiking thru the forest
Often whistling a tune
Surely enjoying the views
And the company
While singing Oh My Darling
Clemetine
To his goad
A wide open lake
His only refuge
Fishing brought him comfort
Like *** does
As often as a blue moon
When he caught one
Some say for effect
The fish would wiggle
His whistles pitching
Pitching
From the mound
To the batter's box
Sometimes high
More often low and bought
And to his demise the big ones
End up escaping
Why he would ask
A snap of fate, they say
Twice a month
Which was a good month
He tested the waters
He would dip his toe in
His manhood at bat
Always relishing
The aesthetics
From the outskirts
To the ridge
The walk thru the forest
Thru and thru
Back in forth
It never got old
Even for his whizzing heart
Stranger as it seems
A stranger in the dark
The years
The decades
The lost opportunities
Decending
To the whispers
And knowing sneers
From his peers
Life had fewer cast for him
And fewer blue moons
Where he is now resigned
To his hands of fate

Logan Robertson

1/04/2020
Dec 2019 · 180
Trump's Reckoning
Logan Robertson Dec 2019
A few days ago
A fuel of tears
The country watched
Trump's bull seeing red
It was such a sad sight
A whole bunch of dirt
Kicked in the air
The bull running in circles
Dodging, dodging
Impeachment
It got speared
To the delight of whom you ask
To the jeers and cheers
To the angst and tears
Shamefully on the American public
Make no mistake about it
Trump's a reckoning
Is a wrecking
To the Presidency
Congress
And to House of Representatives
Now known
As the House of Horrors
With the voting
Divided by allegiance
Not by oath
But by party lines
And that is bull, too

Logan Robertson

12/20/2019
The arena set. The vote now goes  before the Senate to either remove Trump or acquit, where 67 percent of the vote (one way or the other) is needed. With the Republicans holding a 53-47 control of the Senate this is another casting (probable imo) of votes divided by party lines ( bipartisan at it's shame imo) and another impending  stain on Justice.
Dec 2019 · 519
Sally Paints Her Santa
Logan Robertson Dec 2019
Sally has a Santa Claus crush
On the eve she began to blush
T'was that time of year
Stockings filled with cheer
For his gifts, she came to ******

Logan Robertson

12/6/2019
Sally paints her Santa with a smile.

8, 8, 5, 5, 8
Nov 2019 · 165
Sally Likes A Full House
Logan Robertson Nov 2019
Sally caught the train to the city
Upon arrival, she looked gritty
For her tryst far from right
She tried the swings, this night
Though her quirks were cork, she lay pretty

Logan Robertson

11/25/2019
9,9,6,6,9
Nov 2019 · 246
My Little Witch Of Where
Logan Robertson Nov 2019
My little witch of where*
What happened to the air*
We were one loving pair*
With untapped rhyme and flair* Then your eyes and nose flare* The fuse lighting our fare*
The last I saw you stair*
Up up and away, where*
Lost a twitch in despair*
And gave an itch to care*

Logan Robertson

11/4/2019
Logan Robertson Oct 2019
Why did his lost love
Find the shoeshine
And not the moonshine
As she polished his walk
With closure
Her tongue ragging his soul
Their arch
His boot
His foot in the grave
Those lost steps are so unkind
We're they not a pair
The fabric of their souls
One lace short of an eyelet
Two insteps short of a dance
Then ... her kiss of wax goodbye
The ***** and spam
The breaking of a dam
He often looks back
At the years
Thirty four unanswered prayers  
At the abyss, the black
The knife in his back
The foreclosure
With no procurement
His mind playing no tricks
To her, it was just for kicks
She, twirling in defeat
The moon, the stars absent
Forever, the lingering pain
His step in time elongated

Logan Robertson

10/29/2019
She wanted marriage unconventional. And when those words reached his ears it broke his heart. He conceeded the seesaw but not the swings.
Logan Robertson Oct 2019
Walking the sidewalk
His eyes caught good sight
Of the throes of stalk
Hustlers of the night

He wanted a crutch
Someone to lean on
A women's soft touch
For his love has gone

As the satin dears
Rose at every thorn
His eyes filled with cheers
As soon his star's borne

He picked out a peach
For his picnic fares
A stroll at the beach
Without any stairs

Lust the price be paid
Two Franklin's calling
Such wishes he laid
For a brief balling

It was quite a show
Her a Barbie doll
Dressed down for his dough
Taking care of his roll

When it was all done
His whistle's alive
His meat had some bone
Men's crutches she'll strive

Logan Robertson

10/19/2019
Logan Robertson Oct 2019
Sally's eyes followed the bouncing ball
Up and down the rubber hit the wall
Peter patter played swell
Back and forth in the well
When the ball lost its bounce, her eyes bawl

Logan Robertson

10/04/2019
9/9/5/5/9

Sally's the love of my life I never had. So I can only imagine her spell on me.
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
Sally's heart sings nights of slow romance
Where eyes and tongues are tapered in dance
Kisses, one at a time
Lasting embraces in rhyme
As women's duet, she changed her stance

Logan Robertson

9/20/2019
9/9/6/6/9
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
Sally's oven is on highest heat
Shaken and baking the meat, a treat
All the trimmings set forth
Her bird's a rising north
The game ****'s glow knocked her off her feet

Logan Robertson

9/19/2019
9/9/6/6/9
Sep 2019 · 232
The Elephants At The Zoo
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
The Elephants At The Zoo

The elephants at the zoo, lumbering in their cells, like deadwood floating downstream, where the mouth is closed. When kids arrive they put on a show. It brings them minute happiness to see the smiles, hear the laughter and to look into the eyes of freedom.


As the day moves on, it's a blur, as the sunny disposition is weathered and fake. Each movement of the trunks, calculated, silenced and each passing face, a tear.


Such sadness their eyes
Windows wide open to see
Pantomimes of hope


Logan Robertson

9/16/2019
Each trip to the zoo, storybook. There's a tale to tell. Even those in silence,
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
Sally sashayed straight to her man's  source
Overhead, their song played on with force
Like jockeys in a saddle
Two lovers rage a battle
That madly left their concourses hoarse

Logan Robertson

9/07/2019
9/9/7/7/9

The newfound fire, passion and happiness adds to the drive.

Note- I'm not sure if the readers picked up on the double meaning of the word choice of overhead. Noted 9/10.  To me, I thought it was witty. And certainly risque.
Sep 2019 · 274
Sally's Trade-In Limerick
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
Sally went shopping for a new car
Her old one lost it's spark, zip and flair
She searched high and, ahem, low
Striking out finding her glow
For now she'll catch a ride at the bar

Logan Robertson

9/06/2019
9/9/7/7/9

Sally lives her life to the fullest.
Sep 2019 · 204
Sally's First Time Limerick
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
Sally's nights in highschool wet a dream
She'd open doors for boys on the team
The nights on a carpet rides
Magical the zipper slides
When she awoke, awestruck by the stream

Logan Robertson

9/06/2019
9/9/7/7/9

That first time. The place, time, when, where, who I'll never forget. Twelve at the time, a sleep over at the neighbors. The sleeping bag weathered a storm.
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
Sally's has a soft spot for bad boys
Those filling her playground with big toys
Like launching rocket missiles
That livens up her whistles  
In to her moon and back, ship ahoys

Logan Robertson

9/05/2019
9/9/7/7/9

Tweet.
Sep 2019 · 240
Sally At The Bar Limerick
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
At the end of the bar, Sally sat
Eyeing the mice like a big bad cat
Her lone eyes beckoned like cheese
Drawing a catch to her knees
Fortuitously she caught a rat

Logan Robertson

9/05/2019
9/9/7/7/9

Sigh.
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
my little puppies

eyes at my feet looking up

pupils so playful

Logan Robertson

9/03/2019
My fondest memories are my two Maltese, especially when both were puppies, and found a way to my heart even though they tore up the living room furniture on that day I'll never forget. I arrived home from work and much to my dismay the green floral frabic of the couch was in shreds, spongy pieces everywhere on the floor. The rattan chewed on. My face looked worst. Who did this, I yelled out. It was awfully quiet. I looked under the couch and remember their eyes peering back at me, so childlike and worried, that instead of being angry I reached out to them. We grew from that day on.
Sep 2019 · 576
Farm Pigs Go To Market
Logan Robertson Sep 2019
One regret
for all those farm pigs
wiggling their toes
one last time
on that ride
to the market
wiggling, wiggling
like there's no  tomorrow
taking in the waning hours
thoughts of their sow
and babies left behind
gasping the last breath of air
and life
the ride, the death march
the winding turns
the roar of a diesel engine
the small cracks in the crate
light filtering in
bringing tears to their eyes
the saddest eyes ever
and the final curtain
for somehow they know
the fattening
destiny's child
this piggy went to market
was a storybook fable
facing all around them
the others know, too
their hearts beating
down
when the truck stops
sorry
not for coffee this time …
collectively
squeals  abound
the crates perspiring, thrashing
the bounty of life
on the dinner table
the cruelty of such
for no cargo is overturned
as the hum of death
nears
sound of the blades
soon rises above the prayers
darkness kicks in
taking in the ecosystem
sadly
regretfully
as wiggling toes stop

Logan Robertson

9/02/2019
This poem tugs at my heart, for the reality of such, is not made up. The first cavemen had the right idea.
Aug 2019 · 176
Poem Snatcher Caught
Logan Robertson Aug 2019
this thief in the night~ left his prints in sight~ on that wayward flight~ around the moon's light~ he stole what you write~ harboring your ship's right~ for his boat is spite~ he caused a storm's might~ buoyed by his own smite~ yet fished the sea, quite~ and caught an indict~ this closure shines bright~ thanks to a beacon's light~

Logan Robertson

8/19/2019
On another poetry site, Poetry Soup, in it's blog section under the title Thief, the author describes how a person   from Nigeria has infiltrated that site and has been stealing members poem only to take these poems to another site and post them under his name. This is despicable. The good thing is that this **** was caught, uprooted, and outed. Forever the moons light (aka poetry community) insulates from the dark and evil.
Aug 2019 · 455
Texas El Paso In Mourning
Logan Robertson Aug 2019
Yesterday's fears
Are today's tears
As a gunman rears
On evil stairs
With evil stares
Taking flights of theirs
Three steps there
Racing here, and here
With madness 'tween his ears
He squeezes off any cares
Gunning the airs
For those lost in prayer
As cornered life's tears
At the face, his devil peers
Through a Walmart s lairs
To hells kin he endears
Twenty two pearls smears
Stranded for his wares
Such hatefulness, he bares
His manifest he cheers
Today El Paso spits his despairs
And the neverending nightmares
USA, and mass shootings spheres

Logan Robertson

8/04/2019
Once again my heart aches for the victims (22 slain). It's like we're running in circles from evil and it shouldn't be that way.
Jul 2019 · 235
A Whale Of A Night
Logan Robertson Jul 2019
Such a happy whale
I am
Staggering
Out of the *******
With a new friend at my side
Dark is the night
The moon, the stars
Lighting our way
Over the sands of time
Our hearts a racing
Urgently
To take the plunge
To go deeper into the unknown
Stopping to sight see
The sparkles in each other's eye
Welcoming are the movements  
On a wave
The shrill of the wind
And a wake of white water soon rising
Carrying, carrying us  home


Logan Robertson

7/29/2019
Jul 2019 · 1.2k
A Sick Child Invented
Logan Robertson Jul 2019
He should have been innocent at ten
Out from his mother's den
Not like a rogue cub that's bitten
His furry experiment, a kitten
How can he be so rotten
For he purchased a ball of cotton
It's paws bracing its last amen
From a malls pet store then
To hell rides, a mortal sin
He rode that bus on the chin
With a boxed ball at his arm
That little ball of fur meant no harm
Scratching the whim of the boy
His pet was making such a noise
All those rider's eyes cast on him
Red faced and on a limb
He covered the boxes vents
So no noise to him made sense
Taking the ball of furs' breath away
How can his head be in a cloud
The devil speaking loud
As the frantic meows began to stop
It's tongue flop, flop, flop
Frozen in transit, as his kitten soon lay
It's ice floating  in his shallow  bay
Dark was the boys discovery
A lifetime of no recovery
Remembering  those pinks be crying
Trashing about and dying
That little ball of fur sitting still
Such a death, is this bitter pill
For the young boy fell off from this branch
Unforgiving of the kitten's trance


Logan Robertson

7/20/2019
The writers pen takes the readers down a path that's dark and cold, where ***** of fire replace ***** of cotton. Sadly. He does imagine and create the day, of that child looking into the cardboard box. The stillness. The kitten's elongated body rigid to the touch. All the while his bay losing depth, life, and sunshine, as the years continued on. The part of the poem that I like is the boy fell off a branch but first he was faced with a limb.
Logan Robertson Jul 2019
Where Phil's ship set sails
With the biggest whales
His legend has tales
And he spouts no fails
In the depth of nails
His hammer has gales
With winding winds of hales
He keeps to his trails
Leaving quests that impales
Five consecutive NBA finals scales
With LeBron and Leonard's pails
He fetches more water to rescales
With Lakers, his thirst now flails
Bringing hope his ship prevails

Logan Robertson

7/15/2019
The Lakers brought in forner assistant coach Phil Handy from the NBA champions Toronto. One there is hope he brings in a winning  mindset, one that's contagious, especially ferreting out the best in his players. Two there is hope LeBron's drive is fueled. With five consecutive NBA finals appearances with Cleveland and Toronto he certainly has a good track record and foundation to build on with the Lakers.
Jul 2019 · 985
Cheers To US Women's Soccer
Logan Robertson Jul 2019
FIFA'S World Cup a rises
To the US women's cries
On France's stage and blue skies
Tears fill the winner's eyes
Their cup runneth on highs
Where passion never dies
As the world watched their sunrises
Stunning those rays, the US plies
Over it's foes, goals and kicks lies
Each baking an apple pies
For the hunger now of the US' reprise
Proud the red, white and blue flies

Logan Robertson

7/14/2019
Congratulations to the US women's soccer team. That's two in a row. Two apple pies for my liking.
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