Long Players Poems
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The young men and coaches who are playing hard balls
In the long-awaited World Cup Tournament are heroes
They hail from diverse huts, horizons and countries
And they know how to play perfectly many rolls.
And the referees and assistants are heroes too.
Countless soccer players or footballers
In this tournament are true heroes
They are great icons and tireless workers
And yes, they were born with special toes.
And the passionate spectators are heroes too.
Many of these young athletes are not afraid
Of the hypocrites and the racists. They’re outraged, mad
That FIFA’s goons have put them in difficult situations
Where they’re compelled to express their emotions.
And the rejected or deported staff are heroes too.
They know that they are there to play football/soccer
Not to engage in politics. They’re ready to compete like gladiators
And to valiantly defend the colors of their beloved nations
Unfortunately, racist and corrupt politicians are everywhere.
And I hope the future champions win fairly like true heroes.
Copyright © June 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
What was once based on ability is now politically correct
As the powers that be try to disconnect
At Cooperstown where there is so much fame
The list of players is still missing one name
Now out in Cleveland they're missing a name
At the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame
If you're over fifty, you know many of his songs
At the Hall, Johnny Rivers belongs
On the field, Pete gave it his all
But a gambling addiction was his downfall
Baseball still sweeps much under its rugs
Addiction's okay as long as it's drugs
Now Cleveland strikes another bad chord
When one of the greatest is being ignored
He's had top forty hits for over forty years
From Secret Agent Man to The Tracks of my Tears
The time has come to right this wrong
And put them in where they belong
Time's getting short as another year closes
They're not Halls of Fame without Rivers and Roses.
Another warm day has begun,
Soaking in the California sun.
Volleyball players having fun,
Joggers flying by on the run.
Children brave the tide unafraid,
Couples snuggle close in the shade.
Surfers with tans that never fade,
Sailboat owners got it made.
Wind boarders pressing their luck,
Those buried in the sand are stuck.
Food vendors selling from a truck,
Trying to make an honest buck.
Girls wear bikinis that rock,
Guys carry phones in their sock.
The pallid are smearing sunblock,
Nobody cares about the clock.
Grandpa's still acting like a clown,
Grandma's still wearing a frown.
Parents with wet towels all around,
Waiting for the sun to go down.
I wake in a rush~
green, fuzzy, full of purpose
until a racket smacks me
into sudden enlightenment.
I sail, spinning,
seeing the world in fast-forward:
white lines blurring,
players grunting,
the sun cheering me on
like a loud, overexcited coach.
I hear everything~
the gasp when I clip the net,
the groan when I bounce out,
the triumphant whoop
when I land exactly
where someone wanted me.
I think a lot, actually~
mostly about momentum,
destiny,
and why humans argue
so passionately
over where I land.
But what I feel
is the court beneath me~
its clay, its grass, and grit~
a brief, grounding moment
before I’m launched again
into the bright, chaotic ballet
of being a ball
with no say
in where I’m going next.
Most ancient rite and ritual of our race –
Passing millennia cannot numb its spell.
Billions before, yet each instance sends
Shockwaves echoing through heaven and through hell.
Rings alone cannot bind; words alone cannot freeze
The fates of hearts together for all time,
Nor contain the primordial force
That adds new forms to the eternal rhyme.
It seems controlled – but be not fooled –
No custom can cage the garden’s call
That creates beyond the players’ power
New destinies that shall fly or fall.
Tradition guides you through the day,
But silence swoops in that same night,
When you are left to learn to play
A game for two by firelight.
Rules forgotten. Control forsaken.
You have let the spark awaken.
And none can tell you where you’ll go-
Lit by fire’s flick’ring glow …
2024-12-18 finished (started Dec 16)
Inspired by a love story.
A new love song.
To have a girl like you
(Our love is my miracle)
By Michelle Morris
09/01/2026
For years, I was alone
Isolated amongst the crowd
Screaming fans, players in the band
Walking through it all in a hazy cloud
Who was I to know
Who was I to care
Who was I to dream
Who was I to dare
And yet it happened for us
We blew up and became famous
Still, the only girl I'd ever loved
Cheated on me, my heart left aching
And so it goes, and so it goes
Who was I to know
And so it flows, and so it flows
Who was I to hope
To have a girl like you
Come along in this lifetime
To unbreak my heart
You were my sunshine
To have a girl like you
See me for who I really am
To have a girl like you
Make me feel like I can
Becoming famous
Is not always the greatest thing
You're surrounded by fake people
All wanting you to be king
To own the throne
But not the crown, for sure
They'll keep on taking from you
Always wanting more
So when you meet someone
And you really click
You see the soul inside
It makes your world seem to fit
So, when you meet someone
And they truly care (for you, you, you)
You know that being with them
Is what you have to do (oh, yeah)
To have a girl like you
Come along in this lifetime
To unbreak my heart
You were my sunshine
To have a girl like you
See me for who I really am
To have a girl like you
Make me feel like I can
Who was I to know
Who was I to care
Who was I to dream
Who was I to dare
But with you here
It all comes full circle
My heart is healed
Our love is my miracle
To have a girl like you
Come along in this lifetime
To unbreak my heart
You were my sunshine
To have a girl like you
See me for who I really am
To have a girl like you
Make me feel like I can
To have a girl like you
Come along in this lifetime
To unbreak my heart
You were my sunshine
To have a girl like you
See me for who I really am
To have a girl like you
Make me feel like I can
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Abounding in seemingly infinite activities for actualization
Bards are we, bestowed with busyness beyond poetry writing’s best
Chores of caring await like being coaches, cheerers, counselors
Duty-bound, we can do these or that and such with diligence…
Earnest in our roles as parents and family members, ever-endearing
Fulfilling entrusted assignments along faithfulness fortitude
Guards, governors, guides … glowing in goodness
Helping, healing, hoisting hearts upon hope’s herald…
Influencing against impossibility’s impact
Joy-sharers while journeying with jubilation
Kindness’ sowers, as well as instructors of knowledge
Loving, leading, learning along the light…
Managers, merchandisers, or ministers
Nourishing talents and gifts, knocking off negligence
Open to development opportunities
Planting, praying, pursuing toward prosperity
Quitting not to live in contentment’s quietude…
Reconciliators or reconcilers, rejoicing for relationship restoration
Singers or perhaps speech makers, truth --- spreading
Triumphantly testifying with thanksgiving*
Upholders of righteousness in our undertakings
Voicing out vigilantly against violence…
Worshipers while watchers of grand children (soon) ... wisely
Xylophone players maybe, while basking under bliss of xanadu
Yearning for yields with strength of youthfulness
Zealously we zoom to accomplish much midst passionate zest.
*2Corinthians 9:11 Being enriched in every thing to all bountifulness, which causeth through us thanksgiving to God.
"Double Abecedarian" with the 26 lines' first and last words beginning letters from A to Z, amidst internal alliteration
November 28, 2020
2nd place, "Where do we poets go?" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/29/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World Paperback – January 1, 2022 by Inc. Arczis Web Technologies (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
You can't fool a dancer,
hard reverb coming at you like Prancer-
welcome-wagon interstellar like Lancer-
holy demon!
When did my steam stop?
Holly weedin'!
Where did you chop chop?
Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! !
Welcome here...
Its home in the winter.
Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! !
Dear Splinter,
it's a creep in the depths of the beat,
it's the 'I won'ts' in the Orgasms and weeps,
the liver turns into seed,
never forgets to breathe,
because the end will set us all free! ! !
Welcome here,
I have a reason to sound clear,
so don't drop out justifyin' why you're not-
flappin- flippin- rectifyin,'
or wearing any gear...
Heather bids to whither in winter with a sinner!
Dharma- bammered- donner's party at dinner!
Don-wan gets undertaken by the cowards of the crewman,
that's what happens off stage at an out-land!
Astounding as the crowd that attracts,
jumpin' jimmy's all around the facts,
people clambering over outdated nick-nacks,
elders not retiring because they know they put evil back,
William wondered of war over sea's with the remorse,
Donna sang to the serious on stage with the poor,
verdict was made to off set the players inundating us with words,
technology crashed the earth and left the economy for the birds.
I have no doubt that
soon it will be summer.
The daffodils have taken flight,
fire no more warms the night.
The rain has gone,
no need to run for cover.
Not long now ‘til summer,
blossoms on apple trees,
monarch butterflies and bumble bees,
garden buds a kaleidoscope in flower
with fruit upon vine and bower.
No need for winter clothes,
sore throats, chills, stuffy nose.
Children laugh, their face aglow,
(they’re in the know)
soon it will be summer.
I have a friend, we love cricket,
he bowls - I take wickets!
One ball left in the over,
a sweet drive through extra cover...
that’s when you know it’s summer.
We poke fun at each other,
who’s the best, he’s like a brother.
I never move my feet -
“your arm’s always bent, Skeet,”
but I think we can both agree
I ain’t Lara and you ain’t Hadlee.
Written: circa 1995
———
*Wicket refers to the dismissal
of a batsman.
*An over is made up of six balls
bowled by the bowler.
*A drive is a cricket shot.
*Extra cover is a fielding position.
*Skeet is my friend and opponent.
A legend in his own mind.
*Lara and Hadlee are famous
players from the past.
slate
my slate is written on
i’m whole inside
with gaps and things
to please
the imperfect
with dreams sewn on
with seams and borders
zigzag quilt lines frown
and chuckle
they even do battle
exciting thunderclaps
and calming ponds
arise with power
like kingdoms inside
i choose the players
who depress the list
or impress the rest
this slate at birth
unique to me
like a universal star
i can choose
to let it twinkle
or to snuff it out
it’s already planned
it's history
our palettes mix
not every hue
only the ones
you allow
to show
will you let age
refine or deny
or even haze
your vision.
wipers on?
cleaning fluid?
do your glasses clink
against plexiglass?
your slate
your slate
your slate…
your choice
kim rodrigues © 2017