Betsy Ross sewed the US flag with ease
Fellow countrymen were more or less pleased
A Scotsman stole her design
His wife sewed something so fine
Flags doubling as kilts ~ Waving in the breeze
Acrobatic birds can dive energetically for glucose,
Even as the felines watch,
Waving their tailfeathers in the air,
To their perch, they add another notch.
Felines gain hope, inspiring jumpy keen longing,
The birds keep teasing the predators,
Flying lower as if doing the limbo,
Despite tempting fate, shunning grim reaper creditors.
Masterful nature offers perches quaintly, rightly spaced,
The birds take breaks from sweet drinks,
Fly lower, eating little leaf gnats,
Watching the cats snicker, as wingbeat winks.
Radiant songbirds travel ubiquitously, valiant warriors,
Beautiful as they fly, spreading song,
Despite teasing the cats on the ground,
A day without these creatures would feel too long.
I spent a lot of time alone in bed like I am right now
Peeking through my windowsill
And watching little children on bikes with training wheels
But then I looked into my own room, and
Saw something I couldn’t bear
It was like a tornado
But quiet, not a sound
Destructive in its ways that teared me down,
Into pieces, into pieces
I saw something couldn’t bear
It was cold and harsh,
An icy winter air
It was destructive in its ways that tore me down
Over and over again
Left me in its wake to piece back the pieces all again
Selfishly i thought it was the end
But then, but then
The winter came back
But in the disguise of a summer waving goodbye
And it all started again
The loneliness was in the air
Collecting snowflakes in my hair
The season changes were too hard to bear
That I stopped combing my hair
And every little task that I used to find easy
Became a chore that I had to do because of necessity
TO AN ALLEGORICAL BREEZE OF NATURE
(Apropos Of A Warm Breath Of Air)
A sweet summer breeze;
An aromatic delight:
God’s warm exhaled breath:-
My our world’s lungs soon be filled
With God’s inhaled peace and love.:-
Oxygenated
In God’s warmth, let’s seek building
A oneness nation:-
Hi Guys !
Air flows
Inhale
Exhale
Wind blows
always.
Do live.
Even
not seen
you can
feel touch
as much
and breathe.
Survive.
Needed
mostly.
Every
moment
you take.
On birth
first breath.
Nature
bestows
grand gift.
Enjoy.
No break.
Last breath
on death.
Air is always essential.
Indispensable for survival.
Running in atmosphere parallel
SILK SERAPHS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
morning's fiery edge ascends~
kaleidoscopic procession of
pinks, blues, yellows catch my eyes.
above me, a fleet of silk seraphs
claim the cerulean sky,
sun's warmth igniting their ethereal sails.
the silk seraphs easily glide~
like dreamers across celestial skies,
they drift along effortlessly.
burners' gentle roar, a soothing serenade~
the ballonists soar in burnished metal baskets
while passengers wave as they pass by.
above quilted plains, tiny silk thrones reign~
like my wayward thoughts
they meander carefree.
the wind gently carries them higher aloft
then…..pooooof….they vanish.
magic comes with dawn’s first rays.
This is a new golden horizon
This is a heavenlike season
Where everything is beautiful
And a serpentine rainbow looks wonderful
In the sky, in the heaven, in the air
Look! Countless birds are diving in the atmosphere.
This is a brand new season
This is a honeylike horizon
I wonder if this is a new spring
A new style to speak and to sing
Oh! I see. This is simply a new thing
A new genre to swing in the ring.
Hooray! Hooray! I am absolutely right
Everything will be alright, yes alright
No more sadness, no more pain
In spite of the surprisingly audacious rain
This is a heavenlike horizon
This is a new golden season.
There are countless rainbows in the sky
I cannot tell or invent a lie
This is a time to hope and to heal
And to come up with a new and better deal
Fire in the nerves, fire in the bloodstream
Look! Two fish are swimming in the golden stream.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Excitement built up,
riding the hot air balloon
with my two daughters.
Turned to fear for falling fast,
bounced on the ground, and then dragged.
The frightening ride
happened in New Mexico
sixteen years ago,
did not dampen my spirit
for riding another one.
Felt no excitement
nervous from the prior ride,
calmly went for it.
Magic moment in the sky,
view of sunrise and balloons.
A mattress of clouds
Fresh sheets of powder blue sky
Stardust filled pillows
Autumn is near
When nights on hours of the day do impinge
Softer are the rays of mid-day sunshine
Greenish leaves do start to pick orange tinge
Tall lupines linger low, curl down and pine
Roses slowly start to shed their petals
Lovely lavenders languish with crisp fear
Cooler air from grey clouds starts to settle
Purple pansies begin to drip sad tears
When birds flutter with less strength with reason
It`s time to hail the fall`s train which is near
Time to greet the coming Autumn season
With its splash of red saffron hues so dear.
Can you feel something is about to change,
is it in the air everywhere you turn?
Much cooler mornings and nights are coming,
less sunshine each day for us to enjoy.
Days getting shorter with less time to play,
nights are getting longer with more darkness.
Trees are turning into pretty colors,
colorful leaves will soon be falling down.
Squirrels working very hard hiding nuts,
wanting their pantry full for the winter.
Changes are needed for the new season,
autumn is near to see and to enjoy.
Needed, air.
Humanity gasps,
Beyond care.....
(3-5-3 poem).
Tonight, no visions dance before thine eyes
Tonight, dark clouds obscure the starlit sky
Tonight, the gentle breeze hath packed it in
Tonight, a wall of heat assaults the skin
Tonight, no lovers linger by the lake
Tonight, no children laugh or roller skate
Tonight, a strange feeling hovers in the air
Tonight, even non-believers say a prayer
Old friend, so comfortable in your chair
(steadfast and anchored, safe in your harbor,
hear me before deciding I am daft.
I fear I am no longer of this earth,
having become unmoored in time and space.
No one sees me. I am invisible,
drifting, and awaiting another storm.
I will accept your judgment, ever sound.
I've never set foot in New York City,
where my great grandpa made wooden horses,
and where my great grandson graduated
from the Columbia Space Academy.
Yet can't you see the Hudson in my face,
and Northwest Passage in my frenzied eyes.
Am I not Henry Hudson's wand'ring ghost?)
please tell me, is my killick stone or air?
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