#carnival
That’s Xmas or Noel for lovers
Or carnival for impostors
I believe in loving everyday
I believe in love every single day
Tomorrow is the festival or parade of all colors
It is the festive carnival of all the flowers
However, don’t be surprised to see
That the following colors are very popular
Red, pink and white. Smile, if you are a lover
And don’t smile, if you’re lost in the sea
Of all types of roses and things, and you’re confused
About the fuss and anxiety about the day of roses and lovers
Since I celebrate love daily, I am amused
By the voluminous preparations and sacrifices for one day
Carpe diem is my motto: Happy Valentine’s day!
Please enjoy every single day of the year
I am sincere: I love you too, dear.
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
I could have gone to the cemetery,
or back to my high school lab,
find him lecturing from a podium,
bony finger raised,
demagogue of the dead.
I could break him down piece by piece,
cram him in a duffle,
a femur jutting the zipper.
Ignore the groan-
Skeletons are
by nature
never satisfied.
Instead I found myself
in the carnival lot,
The dog was long dead,
the sign kept guard.
Rusty rides slouched like tumbleweeds.
Cotton candy in memory-
blue tack crunching my teeth.
Lewd.
Skeletons fixed on poles,
spiked up through pelvis and spine.
Use ****
Grip shoulders. twist. lift.
When one slid free,
he collapsed into my arms
all bone-light, lovely,
mine at last.
I just brought him home.
Sat at the kitchen table.
Named him Curly.
Zoom howled: WAG’s gone weird!
What’s his name? What’s his name?
His name is Curly,
I said, but I knew
his name was You.
We drink wine by the pool.
He never sips.
Sometimes I pour a second glass for the glint.
Sometimes he tells me Danny Elfman
wants to play his ribs like a xylophone.
Sometimes he sighs,
he hates Oingo Boingo.
I laugh. Obliging.
So do I.
When the wind kicks up
he smells of sugar and rust.
Sometimes he rattles the glassware.
Sometimes he won’t sit still.
Skeletons are
by nature
never satisfied.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
You Got me running around like
I'm in a CARNIVAL MAZE,
Looking all DISORIENTED,
DISTRACTED and DAZED,
I Don't know where to go,
I'm not sure what to do,
Keep running into these DEAD ENDS,
I don't have the SLIGHTEST CLUE.
I'm stuck in this MAD HOUSE,
I need to find the WAY OUT, but
If I stay on the RIGHT PATH,
I'll find the CORRECT ROUTE!!!
B.R.
Date: 03/24/2023
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
This is a tale of the lives
of fools who are wise
a balancing act of love
hate truth and lies.
A carnival-style society
pull up stakes no time
to commit and contracts
full of loopholes so
there's always a way
out of it.
Nothing's for certain
too many choices keep
our heads raised high
to see in a consumer's
world that the grass is
greener on every side.
A lifelong love doesn't
seem to be a part of
this game of quantity
not quality but in spite
of it all I still hear love
calling out my name.
First I hear you laughing
then I hear you cry
the promise of forever
then the promise of
goodbye.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
Laughter sticks to my teeth,
Like taffy.
You are a carnival
Of affections;
And
I have not enjoyed sunshine in so long.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 4:22 AM UTC
Rattlesnake
Boom is the gangly
Doberman at the door
When it opened I froze
And she did as well
One too many fingers
Bashful stew of gashy meats
Pulsating, squirting, blood spurting and flowing back
I take a deep breath
And my joints lubricate as if by magic
Doom rakes a killing
And yet grave is my slumber
Low, humbling, thundering
I push too hard and it collapses
In is where I belonged, now I wept thrice
Buttoned up tight
You tilt as a broken table
It was so and it creaked longingly
Crept up from under somewhere
And never looked back
Mal was indeed
Trickling once and twice and thrice borne
Diurnal my beloved
Of once and twice and thrice borne kind
Of seaweed and ***
Out of a split dome
A gashed most dastardly
One of the cloaks covered me well
Under a lock with no keyhole
Filed my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files
One too many mirrors in this madhouse
For all the blind to see
Conjuring spells with a swollen tongue
Heard the pacing and followed through
The left after the left and the right after the right, hi-ho
I take from myself
And be no thing
A rumble creeps and wakes when not tended
Forlorn sensitivity
Starving tumbles a hoom, a waan, a rushed impregnate
Words birthed in barren plains
Some one thing creaks and hums and cracks
A dwarf dances in by a jazz darkly
Limbless jig in two movements
Jeaned out weens and them spurts one big black whale up up upward
Time is a flat **** stain
El amor de mi vida
A misery of cheese
One of loves, one of lives
Gargles reflowed uncivil
Leave white and follow through
Break my bones pulling in
Kicked inwards nervous gaseous porous
Corked out flesh see one lick two
Rumbarumbarumba
Off a wonder land
Bane is my juice
Soon follows rot
Tender, sweet rut
Shadow tongued drips and wets
I don’t need to recall the melody
It left a map so large it became the land
By the name alone I find a way
Of a one off beat and two rushing in, tu-pah!
Drum the ear and work a sweat
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
See! See! See the mule as she trots below the bars, carrying the weight of the unicorn on her shoulders
Look at how only pills find their way into her cotton filled stomach
On the stage where she holds the light that shines upon the fairest of them all
So you can watch the princess in the tower,
And notice her cries from the sapphires that fall down her bony cheek
Why don't you spy the masses of she-demons that weep acid over the screen which erodes the paper thin illusions
Spotted illusions, that flash like circus lights which find their eyes upon the pinup doll who struts high up on a tightrope in the air
When the mule stares from the bottom of the stage, is it the thinness of the waist or the wire she finds herself in envy with?
Hear! Hear! Hear how the pig squeals when they ignore her wishes to eat from an empty trough
Listen to her scream for the bones that creak when she moves a little too much
Can she overhear the way they speak of her size, as if there's a prize for claiming the biggest pumpkin
When she tunes in to the radio and hears them praise the waists of corpses in their seats made of lost teenage palates
Then they will make out the subtle sawing and snips where she finds herself cutting off the undesired fat that's lingered for too long
Wasn't she warned that it isn't safe to use a plastic knife to cut off a muffin top?
Speak! Speak! Speak of what you want to see when you look in the carnival mirror that distorts your shape in all the desired places
Then we can **** up to the girls with halos that fit their size 00 waist,
And talk of chopstick legs with an appetite that follows,
So you can brag about how you only eat one at a time
In what manner is it necessary that you chat instead of chew, to distract from your untouched plates!
You ramble on and on about the space that satiates your hunger for beauty
The beauty that has destroyed what I loved about you
When I whisper to myself in the bathroom mirror so full of nothingness
So full...
But I'll still eat the last of the candy in the bag:
Orange bottles that linger my dreams above my lips,
Out of reach,
And out of sight.
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC
Fall can be hard for me,
I remember school years at this time.
Back when things were hard yet simple
and my mind was more kind.
I remember a swinging boat
and colorful flashing lights,
A space ship spinning us round and round,
and feeling so happy inside.
I also have silly memories, but
the one I made them with is gone.
When I remember the hallway giggles
I run. I hide. I sob.
Things at home back then were hard,
My dad was rarely around.
My sisters would bring home friends to keep-
My mom never handled this well.
Our house would be full and I, alone
I'd find my peace in forums and games,
Chatting with men who I thought liked me,
My heart back then was full of hope.
As I grew and moved around,
I found I never really understood myself.
Why do tears bubble up so often?
I freeze, I fawn and forget but don't move on.
Autumn is beautiful but brings up so much.
I miss people I don't know anymore
or have the privilege of seeing
and I'm left to wonder if I ever knew them truly.
I watch the array of leaves change and fall
And wish to be one of them.
I could fall from a branch,
But be picked up in the wind, only to live again.
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 8:16 AM UTC
You smell like a carnival
in some forlorn town or county
I open the door
and smell the fried dough,
the petting zoo, the bumpkin hoods
with too much cologne
looking at you like you was eyeing their girl
wearing his lanky white arm
You smell like cotton candy,
maybe they could only afford a reptile guy,
the lions club and their burgers and hots
you can only purchase with coupons
The backseat of the worst corvette
owned by the greasiest ugly old man
who has a couple more benjamins than his
old lady's last daddy
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC
___ghouls and goblins splash,
face paint melts into the surf,
trickles and retreats___
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
I can hear
Them playing,
The devil inside
from the carnival
down the street.
All the bleak
eyes wandering
through the
empty crowd,
looking for
love or dope;
something to change
their perception.
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 7:17 PM UTC
Dancing masks & faceless crowd,
bowing to the purple pink clouds &
silvery tears of yesterday's vow;
leaping lions & flying elephants
drunken on the sweet mead
& bread rolls when —
BANG!
quiet,
dying embers
kindling, black birds cooing
a mournful tune & dark smoke grinning
with a mocking hat — all smiles gone, musing
where the fire rings & laughing clowns have disappeared into —
the carnival downtown or through the bedroom window?
No, no — it must not be
but my fevered dream in this wild, lonely summer night.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
Have I been too long at the fair?
by Michael R. Burch
Have I been too long at the fair?
The summer has faded,
the leaves have turned brown,
the Ferris wheel teeters,
not up, yet not down . . .
Have I been too long at the fair?
NOTE: This is one of my earliest poems, written around age 15 when we were living with my grandfather within walking distance of the Nashville fairgrounds. I believe the Ferris wheel only operated during the state fair. So my “educated guess” is that this poem was written during the 1973 state fair, or shortly thereafter. I remember watching people hanging suspended in mid-air, waiting for carnies to deposit them safely on terra firma again. Keywords/Tags: state, fair, carnival, carnies, Ferris, wheel, teeters, teetering, up, down, summer, fall, leaves, falling, time
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:03 AM UTC
Have I been too long at the fair?
by Michael R. Burch
Have I been too long at the fair?
The summer has faded,
the leaves have turned brown,
the Ferris wheel teeters,
not up, yet not down . . .
Have I been too long at the fair?
NOTE: This is one of my earliest poems, written around age 15 when we were living with my grandfather within walking distance of the Nashville fairgrounds. I believe the Ferris wheel only operated during the state fair. So my “educated guess” is that this poem was written during the 1973 state fair, or shortly thereafter. I remember watching people hanging suspended in mid-air, waiting for carnies to deposit them safely on terra firma again. Keywords/Tags: state, fair, carnival, carnies, Ferris, wheel, teeters, teetering, up, down, summer, fall, leaves, falling, time
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC
Fellow feelings
flake the air
Frosted flowers
falling down
Funny faces
frowning fairs
Follow fearless-
ly front of them
Fondly faking
faking friends
Foreign feelings
Fellow feelings
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
fun and games
and bright lights on strings
stuffed plushies & autumn leaves
and kindness from every
person i see
until
you remove the carnival glass
and im seen for what i am
and the carnival goers
in all their own carnival masks
do not understand
ive spoken my truth
so they pack up the stands
pile bright costumes
into dark vans
and i find myself left
with an empty field
of cold air
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
So bored, scrolling through social media sites.
I see you've updated.
Excited, I message you.
Just a simple, "Hi."
Shortly, I realize my mistake.
The recent picture, it shows you with your friends.
Laughing, having fun.
I remembered what you said yesterday.
"I'll be at the carnival tomorrow!"
Your face in the photo looks so, so happy.
Smiling brightly, eyes shining.
All the things I could never make you feel.
What's the point anymore?
I delete my message.
You won't be answering anyways.
You're out there, having a great day.
And where am I?
Just here.
Wherever that is.
Sitting, staring at this screen, watching, waiting.
It's all too much to handle, imagining you today out with your buddies.
Playing in the sun, on the carnival rides
without me.
We used to be close, so close.
What happened?
I was thrown out, like a broken toy.
Tell me, to you, am I nothing at all?
Unbearable.
I scroll past the picture trying to hold in the tears.
It's all too much.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't pretend.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
I know, deep down, I still love you.
Even though I cut that ribbon, it's weaving back.
Why now?
It shouldn't do that, you clearly didn't care.
So why still do I?
I clutch my chest, let out that sob.
The tears come falling.
The ribbon's back.
I'm sorry.
I don't want to hurt you.
I feel so, so, alone.
I'm so sorry.
I fell in love with you all over again.
It's torturous.
Once again, I'm feeling alone.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
Come one come all to the darling show
As a small girl swings to and fro
Back and forth through the inky sea
And lights to bright for her to see
Making a mockery of herself
A disgusting creature is she
Oh how I hate the circus trapeze
The swinging brings me to my knees
My costume flutters as I glide
With my monster that I must hide
Clawing away at my frozen lungs
And tearing me up inside
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Do you ever feel like you’re in a dream
Forever riding on a roller coaster
Slowly, very slowly, going up and up
Until you’ve gone so very high
Fingers touching clouds in a blue sky
Then down you come so very fast
The future has now become the past
If so, just know you’re not crazy
You’re at life’s carnival having a blast!
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
I dream a silly dream
my poems were dancing
in a moonlight sky my words float
and rained on your head
I dream a lovely dream
my hands held yours in a drunken night
as we walked on a road we used to call home
Gazing on those eyes the moment skyrocketed so high no pill can do
I dreamt of you in many ways
kissing booths on a carnival
to drinking sessions on a side way
I've never felt so euphoric
as the day these lips kissed yours
As I woke up from those dreams
I couldn't wait for bedtime
reality kills me when you're not the one
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Summer nights
Zephyr on my face
Stardust sprinkled
Fluorescent illumination
In the shadows
Mystical aroma
Wafting in the air
Memories of you
My carnival days
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC