There was a time when happiness
seemed to me the only way of life.
Summer seemed to last forever
as if freedom had been served to me
on a big beautiful silver platter.
Youth was timeless and grand
with rainbows forever adorning the skies.
Whatever went wrong?
Like a dragon yawning, began today's dawning.
Eastern sky teased with hints of a pink morning.
Bursting, it covered East, North and South,
spewing clouds of candy cotton from heaven's mouth.
The sky was writhing to a beautiful sonata, billowing over roofs and tree tops in an extravaganza.
The West remained gray, excluded from excitement:
poised, silent, stoic and devoid of involvement,
except for the start of a rare solid pink rainbow
arching high into the sky, stopping before the glow
of nights taunting stars could grasp it away.
As quick as it came it was gone. Sky again was gray.
The day was not yet over and done.
Pink still had plans for more exhibits to come.
As the sun retreated for another evening of rest,
gray sky scattered and splattered the West.
Slender herring bone clouds assembled in an array.
Pink reappeared, tinting those clouds on display.
Then, tucking Sun into bed for the night,
climbed in beside him, and turned off the light.
I have an amor
I have a sparkling star
I have a beautiful flower
Yes, I am a wonderful lover.
I have loved you for a long time
That is my honest response
You are mine; let’s dance
Because we’re still in our prime.
Mon amour, c’est toi
Autrement, je suis sur la croix
Oui, tu es mon amour, mi amor
Even though I love you from afar
I swear that you are my love
That’s why so many birds are soaring above
Not too far the celestial moon
This marvelous afternoon.
I have an amor
I am different than before
I am in love with a spirit
I feel fine, very fine. That’s it
You are ma chérie, mon amour, mi amor
My love. Yes, yes, yes, you are.
Who is mi amor?
It is you, you, you, my effulgent star.
Copyright © October 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
where are we?
who are we?
what is the purpose?
what's the point?
why are we drifting
why are we not noticing
why are we not appreciating
why are we not seeing
black and white
grays
why does it matter
why do you care so much
do you not see other colors
do you not want a rainbow
to see the beauty in everything
in that double rainbow after a lifetime of rain
a promise, are you not going to fulfil it?
Winding white wind whips
Colorful fall leaves
Like rainbow that drips
Undressing tall trees
Gives brown skirt a lift
Grey squirrel scurrying
What if our universe is merely a snowflake
Within a snow globe on God’s desk
And we think of ourselves as the center
When we are noticed but not the winner
Of first place for the superior species race
What if we get shaken up by His hands of love
As a reset for all the crime and corruption
The rainbow in the sky a divine sign
Of a powerful intervention a show of mercy
A chance to heal and be revealed as worthy
The first chapter was light and creation
Of a system of stars bigger than ours
And the beauty of the black sea of skies
Can be seen as God’s personal canvas
With the last page a power play missing
Beautiful tree leaf
Multi-colored rain droplets
Illuminated
Rain drops drizzling in light and shadow
Sun is peeping through broken cloud
I'm looking on wonderful rainbow
Nice spectrum touching horizon.
Spectacular arch of seven colours !
Rainbow is pasted on Sky album.
god's bit to poetize
airborne raindrops deflect sun rays, rainbow emerges
swift surprise!
heavens in trance
human spirit dispossesses
joy dance!!
moonstruck
time infringes
luck!!!
god's bit to poetize
human spirit dispossesses
luck!!!
In the patio as I sat looking at the blue sky,
I saw dark clouds gathering.
A wind passed whispering through leaves.
Sunlight got dimmed by a dark veil.
Lightning snaked zig zag through the sky,
Giving a vague feel that something,
So sudden was about to happen.
I guessed a summer rain long overdue,
Coming as a blessing to the parched earth,
To douse the heat and scrub away the dust.
I heard raindrops flop and break
On the roof top in ones and twos.
Soon came down a torrential downpour,
Raising the scent of roasted earth,
Titillating the nose and reviving my spirits.
How the starved earth sucked them in!
How quickly they disappeared out of sight
I heard the roar of wind, saw trees casting leaves,
Specters of green and yellow spiraling down.
Watched the race of truant clouds along the sky,
Being driven away by the sweeping wind.
As teenage love comes drenching the heart,
Then slips away leaving rainbow memories,
As swift as the rain came, swiftly it returned
Making the sky cerulean with a rainbow arching in it.
A HAPPY RAINY DAY
Sad skies shedding tears,
Bright shining sun passes by—
The sky is rainbowed:-
Life's storms help us grow.
The raindrops all come and go.
Sorrow soaks, lingers.
But the sun soon shines again,
Bestowing us a rainbow.
a fragile bright thread
woven through the darkest night~
light that dispels dread
soft whisper of dawn
chasing shadows from the soul~
sunshine on the lawn
seed beneath the frost
waiting for the gentle thaw~
life will not be lost
tear begins to dry,
a quiet strength starts to grow~
shine anew in sky
sunbeam on the path,
melting away winter's grip~
greens in aftermath
a gentle warm breeze,
carrying a hopeful song~
worries start to ease
rainbow after storm,
colours painting skies anew~
peace begins to form
distant star's soft gleam
promising a warmer shore~
life`s journey still beams.
Before the dark of the rainbow flower awakens,
Let me linger right there!
The dream of that rainbow flower—
Let me make my life bloom right there!
In that rainbow flower,
Let my darkness slip away,
And let my hope shine brighter
Than the radiance of the rainbow!
Where death and birth intersect,
At that very moment, in that place of pure vanishing—
Let me touch that rainbow light,
Let me embroider my garments with that rainbow light,
Let me partake in the morning meal
With that rainbow light!
Foul tempest wind dost beset thy slumber,
its rain doth drain and dampen to stupor.
I rithe at thy great agony's bequest,
haunted by frightening reminiscence.
'Still the torrid pleas of thy soul!', I cry.
Thunder does naught to distill the shrill screams.
Lightning drenches me in thick vulgar sweat;
heart racing, mind pacing, fervent unrest.
'Will I e'er see a brighter morn than this?';
for foul tempest has consumed most my years.
But just then, when all seemed undone, foregone;
rain culls, clouds lift, and a rainbow now dawns.
09.02.2026
('Resist the devil, and he shall flee')
('I have set my rainbow in the clouds...')
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