We promised each other the world
When we were only five years old.
But now that we have grown,
We will take different paths.
This promise we made so long ago,
Will it, someday in the future, become real?
And alone in my room,
I find myself wondering
About the reliability
Of childhood promises.
Have the poems of ancient times ever spoken
Of this kind of romance,
Worthy of the greatest works and novels,
One that might enlighten us, the grown-ups?
Because when we are five years old,
We promise each other our candy,
Nothing to do with the cycle of existence,
Just innocent love
That, with time, drifts away.
Even if tears run down your cheeks and struggle to dry,
Even if your thoughts wander in search of a loving past,
There still remain the memories of each day that everything can recall,
Scenes of love that often overwhelm you despite the sadness.
Even if the days are sometimes a path of distress and pain,
Not losing your footing, returning to life hurts — you must let the veil fall.
Even if you’ve lost the desire for celebration, for being king or queen to others,
Learn to live again, write letters of your finest thoughts to the stars.
May they become messengers of unique moments offered to the beyond.
Lay down your arms and let yourself be carried by the wind, a breath, a breeze.
Nothing fades, like a dust of the universe sprinkling our steps.
Let yourself be cradled by a spring of life so the wounds may heal.
Sometimes still you overflow with pain and your heart is sorrowful.
Soothe your soul to let the most beautiful moments take flight.
Tame this darkness to offer the brightest face to your loved ones.
Keep rays of sunshine in the hollow of your hands… Even If…
Joël Charvillat.
Laughing liquid lyrics ring
along rough pebbled passage;
dappled light filters lace leaves
kissing smiling lips and cheeks;
summer stain lingers where you touched
soft skin with wild berry fingers.
Copyright, July 8, 2026
I adore
And you abhor
I love
And you loathe.
I love you forever
And you loathe me
Regardless of your demeanor
I will always show pity.
I love you with a passion
I adore you with devotion
Love is a panacea, a remedy.
I adore you and you abhor me
I love you and you loathe for no reasons and no grounds
Mind you, karma knows no seasons and no bounds
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
It is unconscionable to ponder
that God's awesomeness is questionable.
The permanence of his good countenance
lies beyond the sustenance of the shrewdness
of our
insouciant condescension.
The incandescence of His amour in our lives
should remain aglow with eternal longevity,
so that any falsehood
be irreproachably reprehensible,
His presence is without pretence
That thunderous fires
owe His infallibility a debt,
Even when death has dealt with our incorrigibilities,
we must summon courage
to quench the flames of inveterate servitude.
And in solemn solitude
our being
should exude an astute gratitude,
that girds our vulnerability
with great fortitude.
And in the sober cadence of our credence,
we should attest to the sempiternal essence of God's existence,
not to be subsumed by the puerile creed
of a monk with no god.
“If you scratch my back,”
said the cuttlefish,
“I'll scratch yours, my dear,
for you're really quite a dish!”
“If we were to wed,
'neath overhead night starry,
upon the ocean bed,”
replied the calamari,
“just think,
when the ink
has dried,
together
we'll be tied,
I'll be your Belle,
you'll be my Beau,
and happily we'll be,
ever after... squid pro quo.”
A flamboyant love with a beloved muse,
Transcendent and captivating, the spirit destined to confuse.
As time currents flow, the hearts ignite and swell with amour,
Unveiling words of enchantment leaf by leaf in a tome like an author.
Every encounter with your visage makes me run wild,
To a degree of delineating all the giddiness like I'm a child.
Behind the intense fervor lies heartache and profound scars,
A trapped soul desperately yearning to grasp with distant stars.
The unbearable ache of healing and moving on,
Flashbacks and memories haunting silent intervals from dusk till dawn.
Mixed feelings of confusion and regret,
With a shattered heart that forgives but never forgets.
A heart laid bare awaiting to be loved and healed,
Yet never allowing entry even if they appealed.
From the ruins of love emerge bittersweet endings,
Unlurking shadows of love that bring fleeting winnings.
Touching the soul to its bottomless core,
Leaving the heart in pieces, sore.
La vie en rose - Seeing life through rose colored glasses
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
—My Cherie Amour, refrain, sung by Stevie Wonder
A song in my heart; we’ve all been blind to love,
until it appears. Love at first sight, sound, touch, scent
or taste. The masquerade is over; a song in my heart.
—quote by poet
My Cherie Amour
Smooth la-la’s embrace a mysterious love,
One that must find its way in the dark café
Or in a silver cloud, or crowded rue de Bac.
The heart beats for that perfect stranger
Scented with Estée Lauder’s Azurée
Or a Parisian accent - sexy and decadent.
The wonder of a smile, appealing to her,
His eyes hidden behind shades; blinded
By an elusive love, a petite cherie amour.
Intangible, unattainable, a Summer flower,
The warmth of a bodice, yet seen. Galaxy,
his, but so far out of his range, silky cream.
Smooth la-la’s embrace a mysterious love.
Stevie croons ‘he’s confident,’ blinders off.
Someday wishes will emerge, ‘la vie en rose.’
Misty mystic night marveled mesmerized.
Cobalt blue cerulean ambient glistened.
Nascent crescent descent Moon sparkling
My dormant dreams drinking desires
Tingling passion, lingering urge surging.
I pressed my lips to seal my love.
I am at your door step
with gift of a garland of jasmine,
my favourite flower of fresh fragrance,
moistened with tears of my love.
What could I say more
but humbly pray to accept.
Offering my love with ardent ardour :
Don't feel me ashamed !
Please don't ignore, but do honour.
May not be a glamorous gift
but feel it's amorous touch,
May my pearly passion
resonate in your heart beats
on same rhythm as mine
with sweet scent of jasmine.
The knife held in trembling hands.
Gasped breaths intermingling in the cold, dreary night.
Hushed whispers, choked off words.
Thousands of what if's disappearing like smoke in the polluted sky.
Soft flesh held in calloused hands.
The soul staring out through its window— or maybe the bars of its cell,
Wondering in amazement at the brine red pools.
Wish you'd have kissed as softly as the knife hurt you.
Glided your dirty hands on unblemished skin as the glinting blade did on yours.
A little more amour,
A little less confess:
For those whose hearts they pour
Have little to redress.
You used to say
that pizza always sucks
once you’ve had your last slice
you’d grab the best sneer to mimic
all those moments we couldn’t box in
would have your forehead slipping into eternity
by stroking the surface of boiling water
would complain about pain
like it it could go away with high frequency
and would dress my happiness
like the first day of school
would remove my patience
strip it back like sun-dried skin
extract the life out of mouldy glimpses
pour it back into sudden itches
My amorphous amour
Resting far from my shore
Like a big lophophore
Planted on the seafloor
Though you're oh so far away
In the breeze, I feel you sway
Flowers blooming every day
My thoughts are where you'll stay
How I miss my lover's touch
Slept in blankets in a bunch
Grains of sand slip from my clutch
Guess I’ll eat my tears for lunch
Amour
comes with its price
masked armour
worn fiercely
by dark nights
eventually
lifted
for love or folly
facing what’s
in front of you
the past
dark knights
removed
the once broken
now unbreakable
the veiled
amour
unveiled
Armour
comes with its price
arrives brandishing
like a sword its prize
delivers its secrets
all in good time
gauntlets
thrown down
wrists and palms
exposed, holding out
for the crown
all for Amour
the darkest night
light shining knight
bare faced and naked
at a Sovereign's feet
eventually
kneels down
Candide Diderot. ‘24
amour
armour
night
knight
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