Long Rolls Poems
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The things left unsaid
grow heavier through the years,
gathering below
like silt in a riverbed
fills in the refection pool.
Snowball, small at first,
gathers more snow as it rolls.
snowman's tiny nose,
becomes head, then a body,
then a roaring avalanche.
Regrets germinate
as roots grow into the soul
become embedded.
what was 'too few to mention'
is now 'too much to ignore'
Hand touches lightly
then tightens for better grip,
as the wanting grows.
the weight becomes the burden
that is so hard to let go.
Fingers on the ledge
numb and trembling from the strain,
grow inflexible
letting go is now so hard
after all the holding on.
"The Sky Cracked Open"
One day
the Sky cracked open
the yolk of life
shined through
Splinters shifted
blooded angel quills
flew amongst the
black spots in the iris
20/20 vision
wild joy ensued
imbued clearly
rapturous ambiguity
Don’t look back
this read
coded in the
chivalric Quixote
ridden on a donkey's back
it’s all fried
Prophetic
suspended
in control
of nothing
ah dreams
soft pillows
lots lost
pillars of salt
stasis
genesis
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Low Five" Splinter / Sneaker Pimps
https://youtu.be/2IevyK68dgQ
"For still the vision
awaits its appointed time;
it hastens to the end -
it will not lie.
If it seems slow,
wait for it;
it will surely come;
it will not delay."
***
“It's not that you should never
love something so much
that it can control you.
It's that you need to love
something that much
so you can never
be controlled.
It's not a weakness.
It's your best strength.”
***
Control
***
Freedom
LYRICS/ "Low Five" Splinter, Sneaker Pimps
https://genius.com/Sneaker-pimps-low-five-lyrics
1. Prophetic Dreams / You Tube (at Christmas, Home Alone....again, rolls eyes)
2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Quixote
3. Control. Freedom.
enter piano...
These altered states and egos
Potential less than zero
Found God in San Diego
Nothing comes to mind...
I'm a little duck...I waddle here and there
A fat juicy duck, with lots of meat to spare
I'm a little duck...I jiggle when I walk
I still preen my features...in pond I am the talk
I'm a little duck; water rolls right off of me
my feathers ever shiny, a glorious sight to see
I'm a little duck; I'm not a swan full of grace
But passion, it exudes...in every curve a trace
I'm a little duck; I'd make succulent a meal
You'd lick your lips with glee; the taste so yummy...real
I'm a little duck, and in duck world that is fine
But Oh...to swim in swan lake, now that would be sublime!
Eileen
Quack Quack!!! Puckering up here!!!
Sue lurks in the shadows of the night
She stands on the street corner in the red light area of town
Her body is silhouetted by street light flickering through the naked trees
Wrecked by years of drug abuse she craves her next fix
Skin-tight clothing outlines every curve of her aching body
High-heeled shoes and fishnet tights complete her seedy outfit
It's a bitterly cold November night; Sue pulls her jacket around her body,
it only just skims the hem of her miniskirt, giving no protection from the elements,… she struggles desperately to keep warm
Eventually a car pulls up,
A guy rolls down the window and she saunters over
After a brief conversation she gets in and they drive away
He’s in the market for sex
Desperation forces her to sell her body
Inspired by but not for contest
3/23/18
"Dead leaves lay still, even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decayed imperfection." Taken from a quote by _Constance La France
On an orbital rotation around our planet every day, nothing stays the same. We change our surroundings change, our thoughts change, constantly evolving into what we are and what we will be tomorrow.
Everything changes. Some things grow bigger or older, some are renewed, restored or replaced, some break or decay. Nothing stays exactly the same. Therefore we are never finished changing. As it was intended, or broken, still nothing is perfect forever. Regrettably Rolls Royce rust.
Aren’t you ashamed of me?”, said the pot with the crack.
“Every day you carry me, yet I only bring half the water back.”
The old woman replied. ”Didn’t you notice I carry you on the same side?
You do a great job and I always carry you with much pride.
You see every day, as I walk back you water each flower.
All these beautiful flowers are because of you."
Knowing a fault and making use of it, not alienating the item because of its fault but accentuating it, creates joy.
"When you were perfect, I loved you when you were not, I loved you more.”
The old woman kept the withered pressed bouquet, it’s in a box displayed on the shelf. From their wedding day, glorious red roses, now in decay. She smiles as she remembers its beauty and that of herself.
The flowers she kept, emphasizing their imperfections caused by age, give her joy.
She loved them when they were perfect, their beauty actually means more to her now that they are not perfect, as their remnants have lasted all these years.
All things must be looked upon as spiritually one and of use either aesthetically or practically, (or able to be recycled).
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.
With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl
Golden earrings sparkling and flashing
heels looking impossibly high as she twirls
her eyes flashing enticing messages
as the men flock to her a mocking laugh
Siren of the senses as well she knows
she taunts and teases as she grabs hold
only to push her admirer head over heels
leaving him stunned and dazed in the dirt
In a puff of smoke she vanishes from view
long rolls of drums call to her to come back
the men look in vain for her return
a soft voice enticingly calls from the shadows
Singing of long journeys to far away exotic places
of caravan wheels swishing and of horses gavotting
of smokey camp fires bristling with full cauldrons
no clue to what lies within just enticing smells
She tells of lovers she has known in distant past
entreating the men, who try their luck to no avail
she sits brushing her long raven black hair of curls
and the sparks fly giving her an ethereal appearance
The fires die low and still she has not yet chosen
it seems she is waiting for someone not now here
flashes of lightening fork across the sullen skies
and the skies open in deluges of rain and thunder
As her admirers scatter seeking shelter she laughs
spinning round and round hair flying out scattering
droplets that glisten and sparkle in pale light
at last she crumbles done to the sodden ground
A mighty flash of lightening rends the sky in half
highlighting a jet black horse rearing up high
she runs forward laughing he is here, he has come
her gypsy king, he swings her up before him and turns
As the summer storm fades the last fork shows
the two lovers high-lit on the rolling hill
then gone, gone to their secret place of tryst
she leaves lingering memories in men's minds of what might have been
What mystery is this?...a frisky spider dance
A tarantula perched upon your humble shoulder
As chance would have it this fine morning bright
The drunken executioner comes staggering by
From a nights merriment and party in the pub
A weapon rests on his not so sober shoulder
From medieval times till now
A bowed head is a temptation
For a man with an axe
Just in time to save the day he swings
With axe as giant as himself
And with power much larger than the sin
Stumbling blind with eyes still closed
He tries again and misses...Well not exactly
The spider jumps away quite quickly
But not much is left upon the shoulders
Of the man who once was the owner
Of something he needs for thinking
Being humble is unique you see
As the head rolls down the street
And with it his history
The lies hidden in the truth
What could be worst
When truthful kindness shared
brings Bitter ness
What could be better
To be truthful
To live in poverty
Or live by fasle lies
To achieve an easy
Material success
So when i listen to
The boss
How sweet his tongue
Rolls
With his opinion
I could hear the lies
Hidden in his truth
The lies hidden in the truth
Everyone has an opinion
And there lies there truth
Despite even when it wrong
Is ovious humans cant live
Without dreams
Too many goals everywhere
So tomany challenges is
Aline with reaching our goals
So when i listen to the truth
Nowadays
I hear too many lies
Hidden in the truth
Cos humans are not patience
Anymore
As is easy to lie
Than say the truth
So lies are always todays
Popular truths everywhere
The lies hidden in the truth
Too many minds are in needs
So Too many souls are desperate
Desperate to reach a goal
Is same every where
This never ending desire
Where hopes are high or low
Humans still never will stop
This circle life
That always brings us close
To a hard way
So we are out of patience
Searching for a way out of our
Ugly reality
Is been never an easy life anymore
Not since we realise in so many believes
we have known
Lies too many
Lies hidden in the truth
Ever since I left you I have
been through hell
With so much pain that i
can't tell
it’s like a big dark cloud
Hovering over my soul
From my north to my south
pole
I feel like a prisoner for you
like I am in handcuffs
Now I wonder what I was
thinking when I took off
Your absence makes life
meaningless
For my lungs now gasp for
air BREATHLESS
Don’t wanna be on mute no
more
Cos without you life taste
so sour
The pain i now feel echoes
around my heart walls
And loneliness draws closer
as sun rises and night falls
Life without you Is just a rip-
off
All other girls are just
bloody knock off
I was a jerk and i feel
remorse
With a touch of inner force
As Tears rolls down my
cheek
It makes me drown so deep
that i can't speak
Even when am closer to my
heart ashore
I still can't swim out of my
emotional shore
I regretted ever letting you
go
For i never knew it will
cause so much throe
I want back into your life,
am giving you heads up
For people break up and
make up
Girl am not too proud to beg
For I will kneel and kiss
your leg
you just got to understand
That beside you is where i
want to forever stand
You must know that life is
uncertain
For our future together has
been destine
Girl I don’t know what else
to say
For my life without you is
on a brae
I am down on my knees
Waiting for you to accept
my apologies
For Now i realize it should
be you and I forever
You and I no matter the
weather
Girl,please just don’t say no
For if you do, you will kill
my blood flow
And Murder will be the case
against you
Cos my life doesn't exist
without you