"bluffer" poems
#Dear person
That stinging feeling in your chest
That overwhelming fear of death
That demon in your head
Let's put it all to rest
If you ask me
I can tell you stories with no end
And just before "hate" was about to bend
They tell you heart is not to mend
Seal your lips —let's pretend
You and me, us
We're the tribe here to suffer
It gets lonely, but you're tougher
Speak the truth, why you muffle?
"Always happy" is for the bluffer
Hear me out here today
When you lose and there's nothing to say
Raise you head, life's a play
You need to fight for it to pay
Be prepared —because it may..
You're the ashes but in a golden tray
Feel the difference, feel it here
You're not deep
Oh but –you're oceans away
Far from reach because you fly
Your conscience will remain
Out of dozens, because you were sane
Always picked on, felt the pain
Stand high, don't be tamed
Enjoy the storm —let it rain#
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
It was intensity in the eyes of the beast
With his romanticisms and optimism ceased
Gashes, cut bottomless within his soul
Who, would possibly aid him as a whole?
The king who had executed blasphemous quantities of sins
And pride fully worn, his foe's skins.
Could not be comprehended and eased after all
He lived to stalk, persecute and brawl
For behind all the masquerades and shells he wore
It was against himself, that he always swore
At the break of dawn, he held a face
In the midst of darkness, he could not sense, embrace
A battle came forging against him, he felt grim
Though it was not his form which was to be dithering, limb by limb
It was his trepidation, his need to stop his despair
Oh, how he craved to vanish into thin air
For he realized that the only thing meaningful to him now
Was for his annihilating words, to be a vow
A vow to soon meet, the eternal light alas
For his heart had become, into brittle glass
The light was his way out
To permit him, of his emotive drought
And so, as the stars blazed up in the sky’s high
So did the tears, imploring, to be let out in both his eye
How far more, would he suffer?
How much longer, did he have to be a bluffer?
The possibility of freedom, is all that made him wait
Little did he distinguish he was just another prisoner in the chambers, of fate.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
In a strange, nervous and abnormal style
Because I am not a josher
Show me the genuine emotions of you
Give me something normal or natural
I am not asking for anything special
Just be yourself and I will appreciate it
Don’t give something unusual and vile
Flash me a normal, sweet and beautiful smile
Don’t give me a lot. I’ll be satisfied with a small bit
Because I want neither a black nor a blank smile
In a strange, white, hypocritical and unusual style
But smile, smile with me, if you mean it
And please don’t, if your smile does not fit.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 10:33 PM UTC
Led by a strange shepherd flock
In a small village near a creek
Reached at sharp twelve o'clock
With a look of a daring freak
It was one of the darkest nights
A few dim lights shown far away
It was a silent moonless sight
O' t'is what a tiresome day
Listening to the howls of the wild
I sat on a rock, to wait for daylight
A faint cry of an innocent child
Kept me awake all through the night
A cursed village some say
Located at the foot of a mountain
I hope it's not the one where I've to stay
But that one was near a fountain
***
'Once I get a solution to end that demon
I will have to continue this journey
To save our children and women
From the evil one, whose disciples are many'
***
Cold crawling up my frail veins
Like a slithering tree snake
Fog gathering like luminous pain
Over a distant lake
***
'How long will my village people suffer
From that ruthless false god
He is an evil demon bluffer
Who preaches false word'
***
***
'Behind the preaching, he kills for blood
A creature of the dark night
He hides the bones in the mud
Out of everyones sight'
***
The shepherds boy disappeared
Among the patrols on our way
Hours after he appeared
The darkness slowly faded away
The rocky path led to the old hermit
Who poses magical healing powers
It was hard to get an entry permit
But then welcomed after few hours
The hermit knew my situation
And began his weird chant
He gave me a magical potion
Which was my main want
Now to sprinkle this potion on the demon
And send him back, where he came from
Not another child or women
Shall get victimized in this wrathful storm...
©sim
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
Her name was Sarah M. Walker
The M stands for Marie
And she didn't want to change her name
If she ever got married
She loved the smell of gentle roses
and the sound of melodic violins
She captured her favorite moments with photographs
and always secretly wanted a twin
She always said her prayers at night
and deeply loved her mother
She wore her hair in cascading waves
and was never a good bluffer
She read all about her world and others
and admired every act of bravery
And if she ever had a daughter
She wanted to name her Avery
She cherished all her time alone
because herself was her best friend
Fascinated by the things
she could never fully comprehend
Her name was Sarah M. Walker
The M stands for Marie
And she didn't want to change her name
If she ever got married
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
I keep my hands busy and my tongue tied,
my head dizzy and hide what's inside.
I roll my eyes back, always bite my lip,
and the room's black, I'm always bound to trip.
I break hearts like I break bread; rarely,
and make promises but just barely.
Sweet words never seem to hit my head,
I know it's absurd but I only hear what's left unsaid.
I loved her, I love her,
she leaves me alone just to watch me suffer.
I made a bet but I've never been a bluffer,
I'm going to lose if I don't get tougher.
I like when band-aids rip off clean and leave no traces of blood,
it's the best relief ever seen, save for the daily drenching flood.
We rip off that plastic sheet and search for forgotten pieces of skin,
that could never make us complete but still covered what was hidden within.
The stars light up the sky,
telling the story of you and I.
I feel like I'm about to die,
but my death rattle is just a sigh.
The rain is my best friend,
or at least that's what I like to pretend.
I feel like it's almost the end,
but it's come full circle after the last bend.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
Goodnight singer
Goodnight sigher
Yes even you, you little lier
Goodnight faller
Goodnight baller
Yes even you who wants to be a little taller
Goodnight lover
Goodnight bluffer
Yes even you who wants to be a little tougher
Goodnight Mother
Goodnight brother
Yes even you, you little truther
I love you all equally
and hope you all sleep easily
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
i am a skeleton.
you gave me your all
and all i could hand back
was a piece of my femur.
the love inside of you
makes my love seem small
i’m so ashamed
of my silence.
i walk backwards down a stairway
seeing
the walls i put up
too big too tall
for you to cross.
i need to love
but i’m too flimsy
my bones
are weak.
the love inside of you
taught me about the love inside of me
and it doesn’t have a home
since i left you a ghost
in a house by the highway.
we live a few miles from each others smiles,
dive in the pool at nighttime
the lights are so bright.
i swim with the bugs and we hold each other.
how hard is it for me
to show you what i see?
i lied for my pride—
he said we were beautiful.
the love inside of you is growing stronger
the love inside of me is begging for forever
but i have no skin
nothing to hold onto.
i killed myself briskly
if you had a word in
i wouldn’t have stopped breathing.
it’s car trips and teenage years
i want us to roam free
two kids with our bones and our aches and our loves
we can’t express
i deny till i’m upset
that you want someone else in your pool
in your house
in car rides at midnight
instead of my feet that can’t reach the pedal right.
i make things a joke and you laugh
and i know that the other girl won’t
make you lean back as you laugh,
though i don’t know this for sure.
the love inside of you is trying to call on the love inside of me
but i soiled it all.
i’m blue and i’m scared we may never be anything
except two kids with shotguns pointed at each other
though you are the bluffer
and i just don’t know how to fake anything.
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 10:23 PM UTC
I'm a pragmatist: on the off chance that I see a pack of hoods drawing nearer, standing around,
acting a littering of open walkways, I basically
move to the next
side of the road, take no chances. I keep it on me constantly,
for well being purposes.
In case shooting start,
you'd be a danger I revealed to them when I, unfortunately, proved unable
permit the parcel of them into the gathering.
We're a piece of the same
political gathering, as indicated by every one of the numbers I've seen.
When I close the schools down, I was simply
doing what must be finished
to adjust a city spending plan crooked. When I put what
I found in his trunk on adjust,
it was sufficient to tip the scale
towards a lawful offense. I used to be a server, and they never
tipped extremely well as far as I can tell.
While we were putting down wagers,
I saw him tip his hand marginally and there was
a ̶̶r̶a̶c̶e̶ confront card in it. He didn't appear
like a lot of a bluffer, so I stood
my ground. On the grounds of legitimacy – that is the manner by which I got
into Harvard. I'm simply not that into dark
young ladies, by and by. That is to say, actually,
I don't SEE shading. I'm so sad, I truly didn't see you there.
There they go, utilizing that word once more:
on the off chance that they can state it, at that point for what reason right?
I can't comprehend why everyone is so touchy nowadays.
I concede, what I said sounded a tad
inhumane, yet trust me, I'm definitely not
a bigot. I'm a pragmatist: in the event that I see a pack of hoods drawing nearer, standing around,
acting a littering of open walkways,
I basically move to the opposite side.
I keep it on me consistently, for purposes: in case of a
danger, start shooting I let them know, unfortunately,
taking a gander at the body spread before me.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
I should never trust you again
You wear two faces
And you wear two masks
I can't tell neither from the other
I don't know when you're real or when you're fake
But most of the time you're a faker
A bluffer
And a drama maker
And I don't want those things around me
But unfortunately I'm related to that thing for the rest of my life
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC