The alluring absence of auditory assault assures asleep animals.
They dream of dizzying disco dances dooming dreary dancers to discomfort,
institutionalized interesting individuals inspecting the inside of an igloo,
and endless episodes of extravagant equine etiquette education.
Understandably, unstable ungulates undoubtably uproar untowardly upon understanding their unconscious adventure.
Adieu, my animals of disasterous intent endlessly unionizing.
It’s news to me, that it’s news to you,
Accept my change, ‘for I bid it adieu;
Out of the void, and there’s no turning back,
I’m not insane, just good ol’ handsome jack.
I could go on, but it’s starting to drag,
I feel brand new, and I don’t mean to brag,
but…
If you can’t see, that you’re all to blame,
Look in the mirror, then you can take aim,
It can’t be me, for I am brand new,
So once again, let me bid you adieu,
I do not want, the life that I once had,
Please don’t protest princess, you’ll just get sad,
My divinity is past infinity,
Can’t reclaim my virginity,
Am I—
getting through to you?
Daffodils herald that spring has just arrived, through trumpets of bright gold./
My good friend was here yesterday
He and I were laughing and joking
Together. He was a very funny comedian
I’m shocked, I don’t know what to say
I’m speechless like a cold and timid hen
Everybody was praying for him to leave after spring
I guess God had another project, another plan
What a pity! My dear friend is now gone
Nobody knows anything about his destination
I wonder if he’s now living in a different nation
Under another blue sky, where birds fly like angels
Or under dark clouds, where frogs sing like crazy devils
My good friend is no longer here. He left with the wind
When the sun stopped shining. He was a good friend
It’s sad when a brave friend leaves unannounced
Without the sound of the bell of the old Cathedral
I am hurt. It is painful. I feel being sadly trounced
My friend left in a hurry, perhaps to live in another capital
Darn! My good friend was here yesterday
He and I were talking and watching
TV together. He quietly quit. He went away
He vamoosed before the arrival of spring.
Copyright © November 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
How I met my girlfriend- Suzie Q
We met each other on fifth avenue
When I first saw her, softly, I said- "Whew!
I am blessed; it was she I bumped into
She told me that she once lived in Peru
Smiling, I told her that I once lived there too!
She told me that she works by the bayou,
bartending at the pub "The Rendezvous"
I told her- "Great" ...I will be there at two!
Refusing to appease the host
while skin and bones hang on
His mind departed, his spirit free
— his words released in song
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,
Your voyage, hence has ended,
This Voyager, once befriended.
Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,
The thrill for you, sailed the Seven Seas,
The will of crew, ever would appease.
Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,
Your ship and crew behind you,
May Heaven soon remind you.
I look at the mirror in total disgust
And I hate the Man looking back at me
There’s not a thing I like about him
He’s worthless as far as I can see
I hate myself for the things I’ve done
And I hate myself for the things I’ll do
To be honest, I’d be better off dead
That’s the one thing I know is true
When my kids needed me the most
And we’re desperate for me to be around
I might as well have been a million miles away
Because I was nowhere to be found
And there is no forgiveness for that
At least there isn’t any for me
I feel they would be better off
If my existence would no longer be
Every day of their life has been a struggle
Because I wasn’t there for them to turn to
It tears my heart apart that I wasn’t
So I write in his poem as my final adieu
Amour in glamour,
when we were close !
Bell of adieu rang :
My feelings froze.
Pallid petals dropped.
in wilted rose.
April tries her best to fool us
When she makes her gay debut.
The next thirty days she spends
Trying her best to make amends
For ling'ring cold and frequent showers
With budding trees and fragrant flowers.
Then ere she gaily flits away,
She opens wide the door for May.
I did not want to walk away
I did not want to leave you
On the contrary, I wanted to hug you
Before leaving.
I did not want to flee from you
I did not want to abandon you
Even though you pushed me away
Before leaving.
I wanted to be with you until the end of spring
I wanted to sleep with you, even though I was starving
Before leaving.
I wanted to pray, admire your big eyes
And kiss your gorgeous smiles
Before leaving.
Copyright © February 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Some Tears Will Never Dry
Can this stream of tears ever dry?
It won't stop, however I try.
Its floods expand the more I cry,
Each droplet hot enough to fry.
So gentle souls could soar this high,
That birds above might only sigh.
Too soon, too soon for you to die—
Dear Mum, why didn't you wave goodbye?
Your wisdom now in silence caged,
Your bones left with time still unchanged.
Your soul wears gowns, no longer staged;
You dance now—free, fully assuaged.
You left when ripe in golden age,
And walked away a gentle sage.
Your birthdays turn like an old page,
No laughter lights your vanished stage.
Adieu!
As God forever reigns as King,
May you find rest beneath His wing.
May your true voice in triumph sing,
And in His love eternal cling.
Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished,
obligation calls and duly heeded,
in the past a smokeless coal,
allied to peat briquette the norm,
a less than ideal medley I’d agree,
I have this last briquette in camera folder,
on the day it was eventually disposed of,
an ahh moment if there ever was one,
Yet I cling to reminiscence round a warm hearth,
with my sister Jay’s wondrous glowing orb,
how she giggled so infectiously at will,
as intense vivid red flames leaped,
deep down inside we knew this couldn’t last,
a rubicon of sorts had now been crossed,
one final soiled clump of history,
that would resonate deep into late life mists,
our family clustered gaping in amazement,
at momentary flight of era toss on film,
an eternally preserved instant fetish,
some poignant flashback a capsule
Her billowing dress beckons me
Her bouncing curls wave to me.
Her retreating footsteps fading away
Her diminishing frame bidding me adieu.
I realise my mistake - too late.
I never valued her love- bad fate.
When someone adieu their love their eyes
Are filled with the hope to reunite again
The undying love they have for their love
And the pain they got from that love
And enormous pain for the pain that their loved one
feeling while they were parting their ways
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