So Far He's Landed A Handshake

The year end school bell rings
as a young boy's heart sings.
His high school drought is over,
now he's off to sweet clover.

The innocent youthful summer ahead,
as a bamboo pole rises from the dead.
Sultry sun shines on his bed of tackle,
a hook, line and sinker she'll cackle.

He skips a stone on lake tops,
fish rainbows with his props.
Should he hunt, and find his first dear,
a date he sights with a cheer.

In the forests of his woods
lil dears preening for his goods.
Their poker eyes peek behind trees,
faking the wool over his glee.

Dreams she'd be riding up on his wings
pockets filled with Trojan kings.
He'd give her a poke on the river bed
but this fantasy is in his head.

Sweet overgrowth of her triple treats
living so large under his sheets.
His ******* spurts all over
the raw youthful hands discover.

So a young boy still has his blue *****
save for wet dreams and accidental calls.
Maybe he'll meet his dear soon
and give his cheer on her crescent moon.

Still there's a gleam in his eyes
of short skirts dancing in his blue skies.
As college life lies around the bend,
blossoming terrains can be a godsend.

Logan Robertson

6/08/17

Babe, I look at the moon
And see your silhouette
Your largess strewn
Your presents beset

You have a gift in store
On the very top shelf, you
Between us the rain pours
The face of the moon blue

Still, inside the box I yearn
Past the ribbons of tears
To where your heart burns
Embers smoldering with fears

My heart wants to take you home
On a wave that curls forever
Among ebbs and tides foam
The good and bad weather

My eyes look up at the night sky
Darkness cloaks the ambient light
Your silhouettes escaping my eye
In eerie silence I sat that night

Was my mind playing tricks on me
On a crescent, I imagine your echo
Becoming smaller and smaller  to be
Your shape now a dot that let go

Many moons have pass and I cry
Lost sparkles you brought to my eyes

Logan Robertson

8/4/17

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

he fed the kitty
a little fish
she expressed pity
for such a small dish

wheres the beef
her tongue curled
preening in disbelief
as her eyes hurled

his heart sank
at her prissy mood
drawing a blank
he said its only food

take a bite he coaxed
it surely wont hurt
a palette stroked
for this little squirt

she feigned a headache
laying hoax for fish
her wills in need of beefsteak
leaving his shriveled wishes

on closed doors
his saddened heart pours

Logan Robertson

7/16/17

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

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

A
match to
candle brought
a flame so bright
shining a warm glow
in couple's eyes
lighting a
perfect
match

Logan Robertson

6/15/17

Jack's corked desires bubbled his rooftop
He eagerly took his Jill to the bunnyhop
She tripped the moon
He came way too soon
She went up the hill to fetch a pill he pop

Logan Robertson

7/04/2018

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

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

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

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

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 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

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