The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
High above the cobblestone and mud,
The first church towers began to rise,
Not just for bells or stone and wood,
But chasing something in the skies.
They stretched like fingers through the air,
To bridge the ground and holy height,
A quiet, lifting call to prayer,
A sudden catch of morning light.
From pointed arches, bold and new,
To sweeping curves of Baroque space,
With every age their beauty grew,
Adorning each cathedral place.
Above the streets of Paris grand,
Or standing tall in Roman air,
They anchor all the quiet land
And hold a city’s history there.
More than just timber, brick, or spire,
They mark a spot where neighbors meet,
A steady point of shared desire
Above the busy, crowded street.
And though the modern world moves fast,
Their timeless silhouettes remain
A gentle whisper from the past,
A touch of peace above the plain.
Nimble fingered “type,”
eyes clock whilst “tapping” into,
A grade manuscript
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioningTime & Calendars
And I been living in my
House
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live
In
The birds wake me up
With their song first thing
In the morning
I am already used to that
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
And I been living in my
House
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live
In
The birds wake me up
With their song first thing
In the morning
I am already used to that
There's a spot on the coast
That's so close to the sea
It's the spot I love most
Just the sand, surf, and me
I stumbled on this nook
And sat down in my chair
I fumbled through a book
Then tossed it in the air
Beneath a coral shell
The setting sun had crept
My tears were hard to quell
I tried, but I just wept
A heaven just for one
How can you beat this view
A vision just begun
For just the privileged few
how do we live?
being a middle class person
Living with little money
We don't care for money
As long as we have health
We will be okey
Yes people we know a lot of
Greedy people out there
Who would not give any money
To the church
Also they would keep all the money
For them selves
How do we live?
loving God every day
How do we live?
Praying for God every day
That is a must
We need to do
Every night before we go to sleep
That's alright Father
I will always love you
For everything you done
For me
That's alright Father
I will never go to sleep
Without praying for you
Father
I would be very lonely if
I didn't had you in my life
That's alright father
I am grateful for you
Because you gave me my life
That is very precious
That's alright father
You keep me alive every day
That's alright father
Now the night is over
And you brought the new day
That's alright Father
It is a gorgeous day
Out there
And I am getting the vitamin d
That is alright Father
The day is over now
Finally
That is alright Father
Now you brought the night
And the night is long
You made for me to sleep
We have a chance each morning…
before we walk out our front door
to be a better person…
than we were the day before…
Right away we notice…
when our feet first hit the floor
that we are a little different
than we were the day before.
Certainly we’re one day older…
but there’s also something more…
more than just our age
that makes us different than before.
Love and loss…victory and defeat…
we never know what’s in store
whatever happened yesterday…good or bad
makes us a little different t
han we were the day before.
Each day brings with it new adventures…
each moment we’re awake
and we hope we learn as much from our successes
as we do from our mistakes.
But on we go…we forge ahead…
out into the world we soar…
hoping today we are a little better
than we were the day before.
Perhaps a little kinder, more compassionate,
more accepting…and what’s more…
perhaps a little wiser t
han we were the day before.
If not…there is one consolation…
tomorrow…
when our feet first hit the floor
we’ll be given another chance
to be a little better
than we were the day before.
The letter l minuscule
Is taller than I majuscule
A.I.
Has more than one eye
Are you baffled or confused?
Are you troubled or amused?
A.I. is the elephant in the sky
Watch out for the evil eyes
A.I. was invented by zealous spies
A.I. is in the sky. A.I. is ubiquitous
Everybody is talking about this phenomenon
Nobody knows if A.I. is an angel or a demon
Yet, this bad boy or bad girl is complex and audacious
A.I. is flying high
Like a lie in the sky.
P.S. Leave AI alone.
Copyright © September 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
You have been the
One for us father
Also father
You keep us alive
Every single day
Here on earth
Also father
You have made us
With your holy hands
A long time ago
And you also father
Had placed us on
Earth to live
Father we love
To live on earth
Also, we have
Lots of friends
That you also made
With your holy hands
A long time ago
And also they are
Living here on earth
And I also must
Tell you that
They are very happy
To be living on earth
Father, I must tell you
That I pray also
Every single night for you
Before I go to bed
TO BEING AS IF A DOVE FROM ABOVE
Life’s more
than living
it is also giving
and receiving
before leaving
all you had to bear
and even adore
before closing
its living door
with nothing more
to be given or to share
and the greatest more of all
should be how you had a ball
in the given task from God above
that always kept you in labors of love:
so
go
and live a life of love
as if
God’s
dove
sent
from
above;
life lived as God’s bird of whom all have heard:-
At nighttime's end when I am awake
please give me a no-pains day today,
a no pills and no ills day I pray.
For you and for all mankind I pray.
When World finally decides to awake
let there be no violence today,
no drones and no early deaths today;
no mourning, no suffering I pray.
Let ugly war sleep and peace awake.
Awake today and always, I pray.
I had wandered in
~the wilderness of want,~
searching for what or who
might slaughter
my shadows of desolation,
for everywhere I turned,
silhouettes of ghastly gloom
crept up on me,
seeking to swallow my spirit
whole.
Beyond the towering pines,
I chanced to spy
a clearing of lush green grass
and thriving thickets
of woods’ roses.
I imagined their
blushing petals
against my craving skin
and their beauty
filling up my soul.
How I yearned to ~wake
within the rose wilderness.~
and to be touched by
the source of the light
which shone down
all around
and now . . .
I have abandoned
the wilderness of want!
No sinister shadows lurk here
where I’m abiding.
Peace illuminates
this place
where I breathe
sweet blossomed perfume.
Heady with hope,
I revel in reverencing
a radiance
of perfect pearlescence.
To weather the strain, of memories stained
To sever the ties that blind
To grasp the rope, a beacon of hope
To forever free your mind
A fog has been cleared, a beacon appeared
A much better friend to find
A new path emerged, from the pain you purged
An enemy left behind
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