#calls
A calm day,
Former agent Trevor Maximus rested,
Bathing in the sun of summer on his front porch,
A Coke can perched in his hand.
His eyes traced the flight pattern of a humming bird,
Flying silently through the warm summer breeze,
Hovering above the plastic bird feeder, drinking in it's refreshing reward.
Trevor let out a great sigh,
He always thought the artificial red color of the plastic bruised the beauty of the countryside,
Still, he refused to take it down, his late mother loved seeing those strange winged creatures drink from it.
It was then when he got the call,
A ring like screaming compared to the quiet of the country.
Trevor reached to answer the call, but hesitated,
What if he just let it ring? He could go right back to his cold Coke,
And the beautiful touch of the summer winds.
But he decided against it, he didn't have many friends so whoever was trying to reach him must need him desperately.
So he set down his drink and picked up his phone,
Though when he checked the caller ID, he didn't recognize it.
(276)-435-9009, a Virginia area code,
He looked around in a panic, when he had moved out he made a point of avoiding people,
Scared of making any ties.
Trevor took a deep breath and composed himself,
Swiping up the answer button.
"Hello? Trevor Maximus speaking?"
"Hello agent, you have three hours to make your way to the Goslting Square where I and my team will meet you. If you do not show up in the allotted time, we will come to you. Timer starts now."
Silence.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
I love you deeply, profoundly
Yet you are unable to love me back
Sweetheart, it is a fact
That’s torturing me.
Many unanswered calls and texts
Many unsuccessful attempts
I found myself drowning in sadness
Where the sun shines much less.
It is painful to be purposely ignored
I’m in deep anxiety; I am bored
This unrefined, unrequited love
Is decorticating me. Holy Spirit above!
I love you dearly, tenderly
But you ignored my letters
My heart is being devoured by tigers
My queen is not present in my life.
Copyright © December, 2004, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:55 AM UTC
Well 5 missed calls.
Must be the 4 concrete walls.
Inside of a box in a box.
I know your bored.
You never thought of me this much before.
I know its hard and you are going through it.
I do my best
But you dont always believe it. You always think im doing wrong. When its you thats been gone so long. 5 missed calls now. Lets see what happens when you get out.
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
bed's calls ...
night start ...
the bed ...
got bore ...
alone ...
empty ...
with no warm ...
so cool ...
waiting for us ...
to feel warm ...
form bodies ...
adorable ...
knows how ...
to give the hot ...
creative ...
to make the bed warm ...
the bed calling us ...
calls our love ...
to start ...
making...
the love ...
that it make ...
bed warm ...
and to enjoy ...
it loneliness ...
while we share ...
that lonely bed ...
let's answer the bed calls ...
let's share our love ...
to give the warm ...
to that sweet bed ...
by our love that we do ...
hazem al ...
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
You didn't tell me we'd be listening
to music when I picked up the phone.
Your dulcet tones danced through my velvet
head and perched upon the crescent
moon that was my lips.
You could see my body drifting away,
so you took my hand and saw that I moved
in time with you, sailing upon the song
that jumped over a telephone line.
In awe, my tongue was pinched,
my ears became a playing field for
all the ***** you had to bat.
Birds began to sing in the early hours
as we put away the chitter chatter
But it didn't stop my phone from
glowing
me from glowing,
you from lighting up.
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pen ink cries too:(
fines that cant be identified on the near
or the writes put on paper they die they cry
got my reasons for the sacred peasants and held daemons
nurtured weapons earned upon various treasons
came surrendered on your questioned gazes
that i fond a sweet spot on my unsolved mazes
unhealthy for the mind
my ears brought up to a permanent blind
you descend my pride
to fault on knees loose
cut on shortage of scenarios to choose
amazement on the major dominance captive of my shoes
leading calls to a song never told never sold
--------ravenfeels
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
At 2:52 a.m as you dozed off to sleep, I hung up the phone.
That's when I realized what the meaning of happiness was,
I found a natural drug for all my pain and anxiety.
It's your voice, your smile.
I'm in love with your smile.
I'm in love with you and I haven't even touched your skin.
I've fallen in love with your soul. I’ve found the light I've been searching for.
How can I be in love with someone that I’ve never met in the flesh?
You're trapped between pixels on a phone
Between the muffled words
Poor connections,
And long pauses.
You brought light to the darkest parts of me,
You make me feel safe from the things that hurt inside.
And I know we are both broken but you took my heart and placed it back together.
At 2:52 a.m I thank the universe for bringing us together
Because the odds of us ever meeting were slim.
Now its 2:53 a.m. and I realized that I can never tell you this.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
I see you in dreams,
those inconsequential things,
shaped in busy slumber.
I call to you - with
continual mutterings
- but do you listen?
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
I've got numbers that never show.
I'll never see another text
From those asleep in an oak box.
I screenshot them; kept like dead leaves
I hope it never ends
I hope it never .
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
You still miss her so much.
I feel it when I touch the keys of your laptop.
Wet from your teardrop.
Last night there was a birthday party.
For a boy that was a zombie.
He didn't exist, only his mother.
In a ghost home like no other.
Dark and brown.
In a ghost town.
I watched them from very far away.
I watched a mother and child that used to play.
You'll find ways.
You'll find ways and people and days.
It will be so hard, impossible and too much.
Like trying to sleep when there's nothing that feels right for your body to touch.
And it all falls apart again.
And you have to start again and again.
Always with too many things happening.
And no certainty and the world spinning.
On and and on.
How to go on? How to hold on?
Falling backwards again into the storm.
Uncomfortable and cold in every form.
The calm before and after the hit.
And the loving inside surrounding it...
You just hold me when everything falls.
When the siren calls...
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
In 2020 we are the motors of the mechanics we drive
in the bed
of other work days
as the bees fly less
and
the drive of somersaulting mad men, calmer
than a pool of iced days off
after the pool boy
cleans up
start screaming,
although it’s universal when you rise, and my limbs burst
through these elsewhere tossed things, and elsewhere bones
that have no succor in the middle of the sun’s dance, as if:
naïve butchers in the street are sleeping on the bus and
there is no answer from the ricochet dream apart from
keep your **** together
keep your **** together…
and the world is well travelled when you’re smoking beside a dog
and the obliterated silence of a room has a voice,
but the turnstiles open when the poem begins, ah!
the weekend again-this, envelope of random orchids that rustle
and
open,
in the haven of a ***** flat where we find the best corona jokes
new cities
these shaking palms
the way the world works better at 10 am
and the humour of a crazy snake, checking KPIs
again,
and when i wake
i will love this zero
hour
contract
more,
i will worship you and say
yes
yes
YES!
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
I hear the call of the animals
through the darkness
their piercing need
Searching
Searching
For one another
in the black
stony night.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
How can I use my phone less? Should I?
I use it to reach out to my daughter...
I call my mama every day...
I tell my sister, I will call her
And set an alarm to do it...
Oh well...
I can just fly to the opposite coast...
And hug her little one...
And be a perfect auntie... for one week...
Oh! that's so cheating!
Ok, I'm cheating....
But I'm good at it!
Do you know why?
Because when I see your little one...
I see you... and I love her so much!
And I'm sorry I wasn't a good sister...
I wanted to...
I planned on being fair, and caring, and supportive...
When I was 9...
But when I was 10....
I got jealous...
I didn't even know that I was...
But you know what?
I still ironed your little blankets...
And went to get donated milk for you...
Yes!
In the snow!..
For like 20 min walk through the snow...
Because you needed milk to grow...
... and because I love you <3
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:19 AM UTC
The phone rings,
Or rather vibrates,
As I stir my instant coffee
Because my Keurig is broken
And I haven’t gotten around to replacing it.
The lady on the other end
Of the call
Says she’s with the bank.
She’s selling identity theft protection subscriptions.
I listen to her
Explain
What that is
With mild excitement growing in my stomach;
Not with regards to the
Subscription,
But over the
Tones and intonations —
The way she breathes:
Softly,
Warmly,
Unconsciously.
I let her run with it,
Feigning curiosity at first.
A question here,
There,
To really get her going.
I wonder when she was last ******
She asks to verify my name,
Address.
She mentions a credit score package
(Ooh la la)
That will provide me with insight as to whether my identity has ever been
Stolen.
(This call
Is getting steamy)
She tells me that in order to receive the package I need to confirm my enrolment in the subscription.
‘What?
Could you repeat that?’
I can feel it
Tickling,
Licking,
My soul,
As I sip my ****** instant coffee.
I tell her
That I absolutely won’t enrol,
That I refuse,
But that she should be a voice actor
Or that if she was a voice option for Siri
I would surely select her.
She doesn’t have a response,
Choosing to wish me a good evening instead,
And to thank me on behalf of her employer.
‘No,
Thank you dear.
Call this number whenever you like.
I don’t want your talents to go unappreciated by other customers
Who I’m sure are all swines.’
Click.
I stare at the ended call
And fantasize about your voice,
And when you were last ******
Too bad the coffee is ****
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
When will I stop calling you whenever I'm drunk?
It feels like the alcohol over flows my mind
As if I'm pretending not to miss you
whenever there's no alcohol in the table
but forgotten memories begin to appear
in a bottoms up
I yearned for you once more
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
You sit there by the phone
Waiting
Waiting for it to ring because you know the minute you leave it alone
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
But you can’t hear it
Until you get back to see a missed call
But it is a missed call from someone you didn’t want to talk to
You are waiting for that special person to call you
To tell you about their day
You miss their voice
Their voice has given you comfort in the past but now they need you
They need you to be strong for them
But for you to do that
You have to hear their voice
Hear how broken they could be
But you missed their call
You try calling them back
Ring
Ring
Ring
Nothing
So you just sit there
Waiting
Waiting for them to call you back now
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
in eve's fading light
the end of day calls of birds
drifted on a breeze
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
i was lying on the beach
at 3am
cold and completely alone
starring up at the moon
listening to the waves crash against the shore.
while holding the phone against my ear
listening to your recordings you left on my phone
telling me to call you back
that you would be home soon
and that you loved me so much
not even a thousand page book
could describe the love you have for me
now that i can not hear your voice in person anymore
i'm left to listen to the voicemails you left me
imagining you there
holding me in your arms
wishing
hoping you come back
even though it's impossible
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
These tracks playing in the back of my mind
Overlapping
Seeping
Diffusing
Into every sound,
Colour,
Movement...
Infusing into my veins,
Pulse,
Eyes
Gripping my heart
As the surrounding muscle contracts
And takes over
Pumps
Loosening my body
Muscles stiffen,
Peripheral vision darkened
Pump pump
Throat clump
I missed my chance
I missed my chance
Neck outstretched
Eye lids embracing my eyes
You're losing focus
And this distance,
Lack of reassurance,
Eats me up
And so I hide away
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
Ringing
Singing
Clinging
Swinging
Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps
While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Surrounded by endless space,
We have one place;
A home in perfect placement,
A little bastion of hope.
It's a miracle we're here,
And graceful we must feel;
But they don't comprehend,
They just don't understand.
Blinded by white lies,
That "Everthing'll be fine"
But is that really true?
Why don't they see the truth?
I wish to save my home,
My little bastion of hope;
But only wanting more,
They destroy evermore.
I wish to give the Earth it's peace
I wish her soul you would release.
But when I speak you shut me out
Just to make society proud.
How can you destroy your home?
How can you just care for more?
Your selfishness will doom us all
Your doomed if you ignore her call
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC