To my home town I pledge to my soul
To alway return to thee, my sun only set in thee
Blossom show me and brighten thou smile
Chipping and rushing is thou beautiful court
Laughter ,harmony is thou strength together we dance
In war,in cry and in ceremony
A smile in sorrow if thou goest down
But fight and struggle to rise again
Training and playing with those of our future
To love thee,and dance in merry
A dance in sorrow and never letting go never ever
When the future of the morrow stand together with the past of yesterday
We make a change
We rise and never fall even if we stumble we stand straight again like the sun.
The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
For when the node of silver wood began its quiet rise,
The phantom lines of sovereign pride dissolved before their eyes.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
Two hearts awaken to a single song,
A quiet promise they have known all along.
No borrowed dream, no passing fire—
Only the gentle rise of shared desire.
They move as rivers meeting at the sea,
Each finding more in what the other sees.
Not copies, but reflections softly cast,
Two souls embracing future, present, past.
Their love unfolds like blossoms after rain,
Growing stronger through both joy and pain.
Within its shade, no fear can take its place;
Only truth, and tenderness, and grace.
When silence falls, their eyes still speak,
A language only faithful hearts can keep.
Hand in hand, through every changing season,
They find in one another every reason.
So let the stars bear witness from above:
The strongest hearts are shaped by quiet love.
Two kindred spirits, timeless and free,
Writing forever what love was meant to be
OF DIVINE WILL AND TESTIMONY: Apropos Of Me And My Queen
We’re moving onward,
84 and 82
Praise God for time together;
Nourishing one another:-
In our love’s oneness,
We have lived in its onement;
Bound onederfully:
Glory to togetherness;
Living our God’s unity:-
Though life is waning,
To God, we’re not complaining;
Our love still waxing:
Ready for who may go first—
Going together—we thirst:-
Happy as can be,
My beautiful Queen and me:
Living supremely:
Praise God for deliverance,
Divine wisdom, and guidance:-
We dismiss the requirements
Because of certain sentiments
So we misrepresent
Our own augmented faults
They canter and Ill banter
Is no more than a moment's slander
The wealthy want us to pander
For less than a grain off salt
They keep us confused when to stand
To keep broken humanity's band
So when the answer is close at hand
We will stay all stand alone
But if we ever find our way
And not step blindly into the fray
We may finally see a day
That we are unified and atoned
I never saw the sanity of separation,
But sought for the beauty of saturation.
There is no merit in selfish isolation;
But there is power in unification.
Rose bushes grow both thorns and flowers,
And receive identical blessings from showers.
If we don't learn to live and love as one,
We will fiight, divide, devour, and die alone
Who would have guessed — when I tilted my heart
toward baby lizard, perched on a colored desert stone,
she’d blink one eye at me, turn to smile, it seemed,
and lend a listening ear?
I’d only said in a lizard way:
I love you.
And who would have thought — that when stone had heard me
loving her, it would, it seem, speak back?
Loving stone, I was!
Stone, I so admire your villages.
I smile to your many stone peoples.
I eavesdrop on universal questions posed
around sacred fires carefully tended.
And around one hearth, among
cinder specks scattered– that one minute wisp,
grain of cinder there.
Dare I say I love you too?
I do! I do!
In that cinder grain I hear —
worlds of stars, sweetly singing!
By way of explanation, reader friend,
such is what a practice of
loving all beings equally
has made of me.
Crazed being?
Could be.
But could you nonetheless
accept the possibility
and likewise go love adventuring?
If you’d prefer, we could earnestly
and objectivity talk it all through.
Or say ~ Love come!
Speak through us.
Teach us how to listen.
Few people have this God-given gift
Few leaders have this Great Divine lift
Let’s put and keep ourselves together
Let’s gather and assemble the marbles in the center
Let’s keep and hold our head high in the air
Happiness and hope are up there
Few people demonstrate common sense
Few leaders possess good sound sense
Seasons come and go; time comes and goes
And never returns. Let’s stop staring at our toes
Happy and auspicious times are around the corner
Never give up. God is the Supreme Master
He is the only One
And there is only One
Few people possess this God-given lift
Few leaders are blessed with this Great Divine gift.
Copyright © May 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
From one small drop of rain,
Ocean begins to swell again,
From one small hidden seed,
A giant tree can be freed,
From one small fragile dream,
The world can cease to scream.
From one small careless spark,
A forest burns until light is dark,
When one small bomb falls,
Lives lost behind the walls.
Time to change the flow.
Gather all the fragile dreams,
Let them join in silvery streams,
Watch how they transform,
Become the raging storm.
One small voices call,
Is hardly heard at all,
One million voices or more,
Will create an enormous roar,
Combine all your voices,
Lets shake this worlds choices.
Its time to ignite the dream.
PEACE
FOR
ALL
all one
strength shown
firm stand
joined hand
no part
true heart
bound soul
one soul
clear light
shared sight
great force
one course
Caught up in the sticky gears
of this greed and grime machine.
Greased by our doubt and division,
fueled by fears and confusion.
No doubt it is a blood machine
carving and taking-never caring
trampling and raping-
never planting or repairing.
It's a Petroleum machine
looking far ahead but eyeless
never glancing behind at the destruction.
Sniffing out the next victim
never sated, always breeding,
Plundering and pillaging, the soul of
we
the people.
The machine nibbles away at our right to bloom
our right to own, to defend, to speak
to manifest the dream into reality.
The machine can only be beaten down
by the unity of the we.
He's a common man
A man on a mission
Not to cause commotion
But to give liberation
He lives a simple life
Because he got integrity
Fighting against principality
Even when he owns no property.
He's a common man
He's always teaching not preaching
Saying man is the life of lives
Unity is not uniformity
We all got our paths
The reason we emerge
Striving and thriving until we depart.
He's a common man
The commissioner of good vibes
Never take bribes
Even if you're his tribe
He's no that type
This is not a hype
He always says;
Variety is the spice of life
Don't you ever disparage anyone.
My baby says they look glorious together;
Sunset, horizon.
A candle flame floating in deep sea water—
The quiet line that receives colour.
Burning gold, aching red, searching for arms to rest,
The sky and the earth collide, making the perfect nest;
Sunset, horizon.
Rampaging daylight, a fierce campaign that leaves eyes dazzled,
A sight that soothes and steadies the world.
Without one, a line between day and night;
Without one, an endless scattering of light.
Sunset, horizon;
They look divine—designed for a trial,
Unable to graze each other, even if vital.
Imagine loving like
Sunset, horizon.
Loving brings us glow,
Praying for peace, good for soul,
Dreamers unite so!
Whether your skin is brown, yellow, black or white
You are not better than others and you have no right
To abuse those who do not look like you
But respect them and their culture too
To stop racism, anger, violence and hatred
We are all equal, we all bleed red
Whatever our colour, whatever our race
We are all beautiful in our own grace
If we could believe that it is easier to love and harder to hate
We could live in oneness with others and be each other’s mate
First loving ourselves, accepting who we are we become tolerant accepting others too
Curiosity leads to understanding, how people from different cultures live and what they do
Unity in diversity creates harmony and peace
Living together peacefully is enriching and make us feel at ease
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