Long Twist Poems
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Lucy lisps, Lucy lisps
Lucy's tongue is in a twist
Saucy Susie sang a song
Silly Susie sang it wrong
Slinky slimy slippery snakes
Hisses kisses to their mates
Stoats stay stoic on the sand
While Willy Wagtail forms a band
Bandicoots break into a simple song
Cos Saucy Susie sang all wrong
Still standing silently in shifting sand
Sarcastic Willy said "Ain't this grand
Someone here sure is silly
And I will tell you something it's not this Willy"
Ding, Dang Dong and Bong, Bam Bing
The band was good, who would sing?
Lucy lisps, Lucy lisps
Said "I'll give it a go, can you play Let's Twist"
PS
So to add to this Lucy lisps The Twist
Then they all recalled
They did it all without a drummer
Last summer
Compliments of Chubby Checker
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients
On their death beds, who are resigned, hopeless
Penniless, helpless, and spiritless.
Haiti needs a mega break from all the powerful parasites
That are still exploiting our precious resources at countless sites
While concomitantly exploring and impoverishing our peasants
Our innocent siblings who perilously work for crumbs and cents.
It is time that all truths are spoken or be told
It is time that we unearth, unfurl or unfold
All vile plots so the world can witness the premeditated lies.
Papa Noël is a well designed invention in disguise
At Christmas time, the hurts are excruciating
And the misery is objectionable and nauseating.
Copyright © December, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I see it right there, the subtle changes,
As you tuck those toes underneath your tights,
Fighting behind silences and sickening sunrises,
Contain yourself, you might cross a fire you can’t outcry,
I can hardly see those eyes through the mirror, hollowing through like a swirling tip of a tornado,
As if muffled drums were held still on cotton gloves,
The tiny twitches as you twist those thoughts,
Drowning in words to the point you see no light,
I guess your lips have learnt the lungs of quiet,
And your tears have tasted grace of terrors,
You’ve gone far enough and I hope you find north,
Walking in shattered bones one too many times,
Swimming through waves like a forgotten shadow,
Forgive me for this outrageously unwritten absence,
Pretending perfection while these veins remain paralyzed,
What more of your heart is left to give,
When you’ve played it like a tune with a broken grove,
The beastly blues voicing it’s protective aggressions,
Maybe one day I’ll love you out loud and all your shortcomings,
In the meantime I shall learn to make peace with breaths you take.
That’s What Family Is For
(in the style of Sara Teasdale)
The sky bends low with longing sighs,
Clouds like weary hands unfold,
The rivers wind, with secrets told,
To the sea that cradles broken ties.
Beneath the foam, beneath the shore,
Whispers of love both soft and sore—
For that’s what family is for.
The sea, it weeps in silver tones,
Washing the ache of all we’ve known,
Yet in its depths, a hunger lies,
A pull that no one can disguise.
The rivers run, they bend and twist,
Bringing with them all we missed—
The quiet looks, the gentle hands,
The promises like shifting sands.
The sky above, the earth below,
They watch the tides that ebb and flow.
In the center of it all, a place,
Where rain meets earth in soft embrace,
Where hearts, though torn, still seek the shore—
For that’s what family is for.
Dimmed Eyes crack their shells first.
You rise up in the half light of a fading moment.
This is the plane – wait, tie a rope
hitch it to a trading places moment.
When you passed away
leaving a layer of makeup and clothes strewn
upon a tilting floor
the mind went wandering on its own,
it returns now with the debris it found
loosely bundled into a persona.
Twist some knots into memory.
Plan a-head, then insert body
as an Allen key does into the right
socket.
Be sure to leave your big red heart plug
jammed tightly into this matrix of
electrified reality.
Loose ends can dangle for a while.
You’re within a workable shape now,
you’re fingers in a glove.
Time to shuffle self-consciously
from behind the lens,
let eyes see what no other being can see,
for your hand-made once more,
spun-out into an opaque silk by mind-moths
and now can fly blind
utterly unnoticed.
Waddle with me in a downpour of rain
Singing in a symphonious refrain
Jumping in puddles, splashing everyone
Simply because we will have lots of fun.
We'll fluff up our feathers, inhale fresh air
Twist and shake until we have no breath there
Because we are smarties, we have it cracked
And expertly do a ducky class act.
One two and then quack, one two and then splash
Allow alluring eyelashes to flash
Look to the left and then look to the right
Dancing and prancing from morning to night.
Then we can dream elating ducky dreams
In the wondrous world of fantasy themes
Arriving there, surely one can't do wrong
Waddling to the tune of a ducky song.
Occurring disturbances echoing through the mind
Felt asleep
Twist and turn
Dreaming feeling like a nightmare
The midst of danger
The dream of enter
It was a person, train and car
Approaching train
A stop at a railroad crossing
Thought of can make it
Car got stuck in the middle
Train steadily getting closer
What do I do?
Do I jump out the car and run?
Meanwhile the train is coming and coming
I could be killed
Suddenly, the car starts and I pull away
The train passes and there was a getaway
Escape being a blessing
Dream as it would seem
But what does the dream mean?
Immediately woke up
Had drenching sweat
Wondered what did the dream surround?
There was danger, but somehow there was protection
Dream over
Went back to sleep
My soul still to keep.
I built an altar in my mind, for wisdom rare,
For kindness shared.
Your words were scripture,your gaze divine.
I bowed to a light I thought was mine.
I carried your lessons, carved them deep.
A disciple’s faith, a vow to keep.
But in your eyes I was a weight,
An afterthought, a twist of fate.
My reverence met with cold disdain,
Devotion answered by quiet pain.
You were the sun, I was the dust.
I gave you worship, you gave mistrust.
The god I saw was flesh and bone,
And gods can leave you all alone.
So I learned that idols fall apart,
And faith can fracture the tender heart.
The mentor I raised upon the sky,
Saw me as nothing, and let me die.
Red is the color of passion and rage
It creates a sense of infuriating rampage
Yellow is the color of joy that enlightens
Expressions of sunrises that always brightens
Green is the color of jealousy and power
Wherever it is there will be no one devour
Blue is the color of sadness and pain
A touch of the sky to send innocent refrain
Purple is the color or kings and princes
It is royalty awakening all the senses
Orange is the color of October leaves
With it there is promise of all He believes
Pink is the color of soft and tender sweetness
A sense of all that brings about completeness
Ivory is the color of bridal gowns and tresses
That beautiful moment when there are yeses
Gray is the color of rain and reflection
Reminders that we are going in one direction
White is the color of snowfall and feathers
A chill in the air that takes us through treasures
Black is the color of death and all that dies
When the life has gone from the autumn skies
Together these colors mingle to bring about inspiration
Feelings that will twist about vividly, a dance of salvation
I ache for the dream that a child has
Hope for the gifts from the Santa Clause
Wake to the words with awesome pizzazz
And twist my lines in a string of jazz.
I ache for my share of tender love
Like the gentle lift of a flying dove
Hold my thoughts in a random pause
And weave them into a poetic applause.
I ache for my share of health and wealth
Ride on the wings of my family's strength
Let my vibes explore the globe
And rise my work into eternal scope.
I ache for the shores of a wonderland
Spin my life into a musical band
Let my stanzas escape the bound
And embrace the joy of holding the crown.
I ache for the wings of a freedom bird
Fly on the arch of wisdom words
Bind my ballad of intellectual coterie
And master the art of beautiful poetry.
August 3, 2017