Long Swingers Poems
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Years down the road we will be known as flappers
In 1929 we are known as outrageous open hussies
Shunned by the church-y women, loved by the nightclub crowd
We are to be feared and adored, yin and yang, laugh at our frivolities.
Play girls, fun-lovers, life enthusiasts, dancers, singers, swingers.
We giggle and jiggle our way into your hearts, or out of them.
Depending on how deeply indoctrinated you want to be.
Mesmerizing some, scaring your wives and girlfriends.
We have bobbed our hair, shortened our skirts, and we have sass.
We are tired of the hum drum staidness of life, we are ready for action
Retaining our youth; yet you are keeping daughters and molls from us.
We live our truth, reminding daisies to be themselves and shine.
Only God is Supreme
Humans can never be supreme
Don’t believe in Supreme Court
This court can be brought
Like any others
Shake your rainbow feathers
To dance a different beat
Please vote en masse to defeat
The right wingers
And the conservative swingers
This court is definitely biased
This court is blessed
By bad politicians
Who love to destroy nations
By quintessential liars
Who love to set fire in rivers
And by hypocrites
Who burn women's rights in the streets
Only God is Supreme
Where everything is extreme
Supreme what?
Oh! Extreme Court
Please do not bark
At Noah’s Ark.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I hear Miles in the electric bath, brewing a Brew, a hiss and hum of future notes unsung/
Hear the headhunters who chant the Body Electric, barcodes of the night/
Mercy, Mercy, me — that’s soul cookin’ after-hours, a midnight kitchen of ribes and white bread to wipe the hot sauce from your lips/
Rockin’ the nerves of the city, every night, every light/
Cookin’, relaxin’, workin’ up soul grits and eggs, flapjacks on the side, ya dig/
A breakfast sermon to the late shift, to the dreamers who don’t sleep till they’ve said what they mean/
Smack up, man, Art Pepper’s on the scent, hunting a buzz before show time/
Chrome sun on his horn, a matchbook stuck in his shoe/
His ghost trails through the alleyways of sound recordings that held Pepper's dreams/
California sun gave way to a cool-on-the-coast breeze, of sun dials and jazz by the sea/
Just ask Chet Backer, who blew a mirror of skies into a room that could grow wings/
Like jazz singers, blues singers, they all are — swing, swing, swingers/
Vibrations in the static, a thump thump in the bassline, a ring in the thing that clings/
Jazz licks and kicks, a heartbeat’s percussion, live at Montreux, then Newport, then now, man, like wow/
The stage is a river, improvisation its current, the crowd its reflection/ Somehow, the healing water is in the notes/Notes drift like gulls over a harbor of smoke and light, jazz crowds of sound reassembling every night/
History in a groove, tomorrow’s echo riding the pulse of yesterday’s bright light into the new jazz stars of today/
So hear the electric bath bubble, hear the groove breathe, hear the chorus of the night/
Where the West Coast sun mellowed into cool fog and then into a brass-tangled flight/
Let Miles braid the air with hunger, let Pepper snap a spark, let the crowd rise, let it glow/
In this spoken word, the music speaks us back to who we were — and who we might dare to be/
I went to see the "Rolling Stones"- they rocked!
I had two tickets to see "Cher" in concert, I kept them both
A "Moody Blues" concert got cancelled, I heard they couldn't tolerate each other
Never did get to see the "Beatles" in concert, that really bugged me
I went to a "Rush" concert, it was over too fast
I went to see the "Eagles" they sounded a little bit like the "Byrds"
I went to see the "Doors" with a couple of swingers
I went to see "Led Zeppelin" and "Iron Butterfly" now that was heavy
I went to see "Cream" they milked the show
I went to see "Billy Idol" he's, my favorite!
I went to see "The Grateful Dead" they killed it!
I was going to see "Alice in Chains", but I heard she got locked up
I went to see "The Guess Who" eh, I'll tell you later.
I went to see the "Mamas and Papas" with my parents
I went to see the "Animals" they were wild
I went to see "The Cars" drove me crazy
I went to see "Blue Oyster Cult" I got all clammed up
I went to see "The Beach Boys" with my sister Sandy
I wrote a few beautiful poems for the happy birds,
For the women that I love, for the embroidered skirts,
For the smile of the flowers, for the sensuous shirts,
For the autumn leaves, for the angels with the highest standards,
For the hot panties, for the Pillsbury butts,
For the innocent centerfolds, for the virgin sluts,
For the kinky hair, for the blonde pony tails,
For the lonely star models, for the fashioned nails,
For the sweet pinky tongues, for the brunette bows,
For the see-through thongs, and for the summer rainbows.
I wrote for the battered single mothers,
For the women in love, for the sad swingers,
For the newlyweds, for the passionate couple,
And for the loners who got beat by the corporal.
But I'm still not a Poet; I am simply a desperate lover,
Who likes to tell it like it is. I like to display my mirror,
And open my heart to the world, so everyone can see their soul.
I am a dreamer, a realist, and an optimist that nobody can control.
For the women that I've loved, I thank you for the sweet memories;
For the hot panties, I am not blind; I thank you for the cheese;
For the sweet pinky tongues, I am not drunk; I thank you for the honey;
The summer rainbows brought me hope, peace, diversity and honesty.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, October 22, 2014
In de dark of night, shadows play on de wall,
Your skin, soft like satin, mi hear you call.
Eyes like fire, burning deep, hypnotic flame,
Mi soul quake, whisper your name.
But oh, why mi heart beat so wild and free,
When I imagine another tasting you, not me?
Mi man, mi king, mi forbidden bliss,
Why would I share dis heaven's kiss?
It eh jealousy dat choke mi breath,
But de sweet surrender, close to death.
De tingle, de ache, de endless desire,
Fi watch him rise, consumed by fire.
Let anudda hand feel di silk of his skin,
Let anudda mouth taste what lies within.
Is not betrayal, no shame, no scorn,
Is fi him joy mi heart was born.
Di way him lips part, di sound of his sigh,
When pleasure grip him, mi feel mi fly.
Not every treasure meant fi keep alone,
Sometimes, to share is to sit on a throne.
De dark is sweet, it wraps us tight,
Twisting hearts, blurring right from night.
I want fi see him in bliss so true,
Even if it means di world go blue.
So mi say, take him, drink him deep,
Make him forget till his soul can't sleep.
And when he return, dis fire still burns,
Cause mi heart eh break; it only yearns.
For lust is a dance, a wicked play,
And love a river dat twist and sway.
Mi man, mi king, mi secret treasure,
Why? Because it’s all about his pleasure.
She said of the day it would
be fabulous.
Kind to all such warmth
that that the outdoor dome
provided. They spared no expense
to the company and delight of those
in attendance. They had three domes
ten electric insirating toilets
a dome used as a kitchen ten portable
shipping container homes.
tommorrow they are bringing in a larger dome
for a dance hall. This area is to be booked up until
the summer of 2029.
Tweleve weddings
Eventio Lucha
Three superbowl parties
4 rassla mania parties
Three basket ball palay off parties
swingers Club party and award show.
I heard them say, That she used the
electric something, all we smlled was "doo-doo"
making referance to the smell of the chitterlings and maws
simmering on the outdoor steamer.
The actaul quote was,
'All that talk about the incenrating toilets and chitterlings
made us come up with some vail humor!"
Rehersting with the accordaning, he spoke about the beef and pork plates
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Lions mane
take
Oyster
button
portableea
creamie
Chicken of the woods
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25 sandhill crane ribeyes
69 monkifish fillets
(not speaking of present company)
" he smiled and anwsered charmed I'm sure"
garlic
onions
shallots
leeks
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Course now a woman still has such Class
even though Ya'll know such intimatcies.
"The Woman Known as
MadamSerog Creampie"
Once upon a time here on earth
Before the dinosaurs or Eden, for what it's worth
I lived a life that you n'er can ken
Which is why I've never spoken of then.
'Tis hard to describe a scene so lush
That its fertile blooms entwined could make swingers blush
And birds sang together in perfect chords
While bees hummed along, not knowing the words.
And people, like me, had legs, wings and fin
Easily to from land, air, and water dip in
And we didn't need mirrors to see our allure
Today's judgment and shame makes me so sad, for sure.
Did I tell you that four suns shown bright in our sky?
And their light bounced like prisms off our wings as we'd fly?
And the rainbow of colors made the trees bend and sway
To get the best view of the magic each day.
And the air, it was clean, and the sky without end
But the water was by far my favorite, my friend.
It had form, rising up in a beautiful sphere
But faceted like diamonds and perfectly clear.
And if my friend were across the sea
I could see her as if she were right next to me
And both fish and mammals that dwelled in that space
Could converse with us, and even served snacks at their place.
The animals included species you've heard of today
But I'm so sad to see how they've changed, I must say.
Our horses had wings, but we never would ride!
Dogs and cats independent and so dignified!
The food you ask? Oh I drool just to think!!
The berries so blue, grapefruits so pink
We never consumed any meat, fowl or fish
Why would you cook up a friend as a dish?
But the air always smelled like a Thanksgiving pie!
The salads so fresh the crunch made some birds fly.
Peach nectar, fresh tea, juices squeezed from the vine
And never a wait in a grocery line!
There never was sickness, no one ever died
I can't recall a time that in sadness I cried
Not like today, in this Home now that I'm
All alone except for "Once Upon a Time."
February 5, 2017
For contest "Once upon a time"
Well some they say though straight or gay
Get fun from innuendo
While others wait ‘til dark
To get their kicks outside your window
Some do the deed without a sound
Some labour in the dark
While others roars would wake the dead
Some sing out like a lark
Variety’s the spice of life
And while there’s a great selection
We’ve all been screwed from time to time
At every new election
There’s watersports and bondage
There’s even golden showers
Beware though not to mix the two
Or you’ll stay wrapped up for hours
Some wear a mask with eye-holes
Or some dangerous protrusion
Some sport a tail or riding crop
While lost in their delusion
Some women favour veggies
To chippies sparks or plumbers
They relish every celery stick
Or juicy green cucumbers
There’s tales that tell of fishermen
Quite partial to a skate
Though fond of fish I always was
I prefer mine on a plate
Some wrap up like an onion
For fear their skin is showing
While some rush in all fingers and thumbs
With boobs and buttocks glowing
There are those without a conscience
Who swear they’re not the owner
Oh deary me it had to be
Someone elses *****
Though some would up and go all night
Some finish in a minute
While others just the thought alone
Would push them past their limit
While girls dress up as men
And Lads like Cinderella
It takes a little work sometime
To tell female from fella
Uniforms are common place
Considered rather arty
A sturdy pair of coppers cuffs
Are the rave at swingers parties
There’s beads and balls and bangles
They may become a habit
And a whirling whirring weapon
They call the Rampant Rabbit
When picking out a present
For your partners Xmas box
Have Duracell a plenty
In her little Xmas socks
So while sex it has its ups and downs
Even Daniel would agree
It’s a sure fire cure for unwanted frowns
And it beats a cup of Tea
Right, I’ve taken what you said on board, and I spoke to Lynn, and she’s definitely up for it.
Okay love. Up for what, why does she talk to me when I’m watching the football. Who the hell is Lynn. Okay, fumble along and find out what the hell she’s talking about.
I mean, you would never have guessed Alan and Lynn were that way inclined.
Alan and Lynn, that’s the boring bastards who garden all day. He does flowers, she does vegetables. Rebels without a cos. What the hell would we be doing with them.
So we’ve booked the hotel for this Friday.
Christ, she’s booked a garden convention, a weekend away with plant pots. What the hell is wrong with that woman.
Lynn says they do it all time, she says we’ll love it.
That’s great love, can’t wait. Okay, I’ll need to fake a heart attack, the thought of a weekend with Bill and Ben is just too much to take.
I’ve told Lynn you like black underwear and stockings. She says that’s great, she loves dressing up.
Fecksakes, they’re swingers, the boring bastards are swingers. I know I said our love life was boring, but for Christ sakes, not Bill and Ben. How the hell do I get out of this.
Lynn says Alan loves nurses, so I’ve bought a nurse's uniform.
Listen, love, I don’t want Alan to see you in a nurse's uniform. I love you too much to share you with another guy.
You really haven’t got a clue.
What.
What did I say to you earlier?
You said you spoke to Lynn.
No, I didn’t, I said my mum was coming to stay for the week.
We’re definitely not going swinging with Bill and Ben.
Do I look like I do swinging, this is what I keep nagging you about, you don’t listen to a word I say?
Right, I think I’ve learned my lesson, when’s your mum coming.
This Friday.
That’s great, look forward to it. The mother-in-law, or the vegetable woman in stockings. Choices, choices.