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The Song Of A Poet

It is a poet who sings
It's a writer who tells
His stories.

It is an author who expresses himself
He is a speaker of the highest esteems
Who review the sad memoirs.

He is a brave man who externalizes himself
It is a poet who analyzes
Actions, fictions and facts.

It's a brother who fights
It's a soldier in the middle of a proxy war
Who preaches harmony, love and peace.

Copyright © May 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Blank Slate

What a wonder! Nothing was written! Absolutely free!
Bee, sea, tree - I can create whatever I want to see.
Receptively blank as the almighty designed it well,
It can in each sketch His miraculous mysteries spell...!

Tabula rasa, John Locke calls it - no readymade concepts,
Like nectar in a flower, facts fill in all its contents;
The environment like my mother nurses my actions,
My caring and rearing enable all my attractions...!

I am like a natural child, devoid of compulsions,
My growing intelligence expulses all convulsions;
The Blank Slate - nature's hardware - analyzes all awareness,
My contemplations - software - set them rightly in fairness...!!!


06 February 2023

Representation of Who You Are

Trust is something that is
Non tangible 
Loyalty is something that is 
Accumulated 
Be careful who you associate yourself with
What am I talking about?
The core ingredients of
A relationship 
Admitting it,

Integrity is something that represents 
You
Principles is something that analyzes
Yourself
Be careful on how you learn from your mistakes 
What am I talking about?
The factors of building 
Oneself
Digesting it,

Love is something that is
Felt
Friendship is something that is
Worked on
Be careful on who you let in
What am I talking about?
The foundation of
Togetherness 
Acknowledging it

The Poems You Almost Wrote

Attackers plant malware on computer via a USB drive or SD card
Drone flies outside window with computer & analyzes the blinking LED lights
Lights create a Morse code-like pattern that can be translated into data
Experts suggests a method to disconnect fragile computers from the web



There were many and they were neatly stacked 
inside my suave computer that once was hacked 
when it came to content well, I know they lacked 
but if I had a stick, at least they would be backed

When it came to poetry well, I was the cat's meow 
but when it came to computers I could not avow 
each poem contained I little bit of sweet endow 
One day I lost it all my friend, nearly had a cow 

The poems I almost wrote still sit inside my head
but I know those sneaky hackers, use power led 
so now I hide my led lights and keep it all unsaid 
each word still lives in me, my poetry isn't dead.  

Oct 7,2022

F I S H

The fish comes to the surface of water
to observe the earth world
of men...
 Sights what it sees, and
feels the danger...
For just a moment,
 it analyzes , observes...concludes
it's not solid ground...
So he dives back
to its aquatic world...!

Winter Sonnet

A man ready to propose to his girlfriend, on Christmas Eve taking a walk through the icy park acknowledge and analyzes the snow and the love of his acknowledge.  

Beautiful snow repeatedly never seem to amaze my inner conscious by those curious eyes invading more than a glance. I look at your small boots printed in the snow as I follow them.As you already know that I will follow you to the end of earth. A snowflake falling mischievously out of curiosity may land cautiously with love yet daring to defy against the wrath of nature that wouldn't stop me to follow milady.I devote myself to the ground you walk on, in all honesty, you may as well have landed on my heart for I felt the impact. I yet to relinquish more than your boot announcing thy arrival s  there isn't enough land where I wouldn't follow you for I am your winter love. I will walk a thousand miles after your footprints in this beautiful s, now again and again, forever I follow thee willingly with nothing but my undying love Merry Christmas I meant "Will you marry me?" as he gets on one knee in the snow waiting for evolution

Driving It Home

Dressed in spike shoes
And summer whites
He steps onto the manicured fairway
Heart in the game and focused

Toting proudly a new bag
With left-handed custom
Putters drivers and irons
Glistening in the sun

Studying every curvature of the lawn
He carefully analyzes distances
Sandy bunkers and water hazards
Pulling out the perfect driver

Defending his championship title
His tournament life on the line
Practicing the swing in his mind
Like he’s done a million times

Stepping up to the tee
A prayer under breath
Positioning the ball just so
There it is the perfect swing

In control of every motion
Everyone follows the flight of the ball
Towards the flag fluttering in the breeze
Kerplunk right in the victory cup

A hole in one !!
Crowd roars and there it is
The jubilant victory dance
And a kiss for that lucky driver



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.1~ 2020

AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2022

Submitted on June 6, 2019 for contest DRIVER OF VICTORY sponsored by JULIA WARD  -  RANKED 2ND

Realizes After Theorizes and Analyzes

Realizes After Theorizes and Analyzes

After we were theorizing and analyzing,
Reached best outcome when realizing;
Must admit,
Never quit;
We are successful when compromising.

Jim Horn

Humble Pie Eaten

Swollen to the brim with puny pride
I take on the seamy side of life a ride
That for me promises bliss
When caution advises
Analyzes and synthesizes
The obsession with a stolen kiss.

Thrown into total disarray
On my knees I bend to pray
Beseeching Providence
In its omnipotence to grant
Me wisdom never again to rant
Nor direct against a foe an egregious lance with credence. 

Shaken to my foundation
For my unwise consolidation
I reconsider the way forward
Charting in earnest a new course
Drawing inspiration from a divine source
I reject advice from a clumsy coward and his risible reward.

Feeling forsaken and beaten
Despite being love smitten
I humbly submit
To dictates and edicts that respect
Perfect, select and deflect
The temptation nonsense for me to permit and tweet.

A Place Now

a place now 
where closure 
has been gained
closure maintained 
closure remains 
looking to the past still remains 
looking to the present still remains 
looking to the future still remains 
continues reflection exists 
continues analyzes exists  
continues exploration exists 
live learn grow 
life is a journey of self-exploration

A Spy Thriller

A none Writing Day 
The freedom of not writing anything is an illusion
today I will just sit there and listen to the news
Turkey is having problem and it has nothing to do
with me although a poet friend of mine Erken may
be upset several police officers killed perhaps one
of them was her son and I can`t send flowers in 
case it is not so. I only like Portugal in the winter
when it is cold enough to put an extra jumper on
when sitting indoors....that were the days. 

What do I know? Perhaps Erken is a Russian spy
who speaks five languages perfectly  without fluffing
neither a line nor breaking the wind when talking to the pope. 
Knows the sewers of Istanbul like the street going home
 and analyzes the **** falling from the American embassy 
When it is discovered that the US envoy suffer from 
diabetes she will be promoted by Putin.

Reflection

The only thought in God’s head is 
Being. 
Existence 
is the choice that Free Will made. 
To be and know necessitates “seeing,” 
and seeing requires
both light and shade. 
The fractal fabric of ontology – 
endless Mandela of lights and darks 
that likens micro to cosmology, 
the music of spheres 
to the spin of quarks – 
reflects upon itself at every scale 
and mirrors 
“the world in a grain of sand,” 
analyzes the ocean in a pail 
and makes us want to learn 
and understand, 
since, 
due to Creation’s consistency, 
we are not lost in random irony.

She

She writes
To keep her conscience clear.
To capture every floating thought, feeling, and idea.

She analyzes
To find something more complex out of simplicity.
To take something right and find its wrong.

She listens
To lyrics that make her think.
To music that keeps her sane.

She guards
Her heart from feeling greatful pain.
To keep her safe.

She smiles
At life's wonderful imperfections,
Seeing the joy and happiness in something that is unique.

Finally
She lives
Gracefully yet a little turbulent.
Fearfully yet carefree.

She is who she is.
She is me.

I Know a Man

I know a man, a breaking man
Who can't be broken.

He's been tested far beyond
And come through fire.

Sometimes I catch the sorrow in his eye 
As he torments himself with right from wrong.

He argues, analyzes...sits in the other chair.
He puzzles over every deed,
Imagines her not being there...

Then can't accept such thoughts of peace,
Her fate, even if it's of her own choosing.

A broken man who can't be broken,
Sits weeping...not losing.

Meaning

The outer world
Analyzes
The inner world
Enlightens
The outer world
Socializes
The inner world
Awakens.

The 'outside in'
The 'inside out'
Must met
Must mate
Must melt down
To be the very one
That provides
Calcium to our bones
Love to our heart
Wings to our imagination
Melody
To our life symphony.

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