In my own nation
I ran for a shelter.
I was the only support
of my family.
I went from city to city
to earn some money.
I slept on roads.
I bore the cold nights on my skin,
I bore the scorching sun on my skin,
and I was abused.
In my own nation
I was treated like a foreigner,
like a poor labourer.
But to make a home,
to give shelter to the ones I love,
I turned my blood into sweat
and let it vanish into the air.
Finally, I built a home
on the land where my forefathers
had lived for centuries.
Then one day they came.
They bulldozed the home
I had built on the land of my own nation.
Now, once again,
my family and I are without shelter
in my own nation,
sleeping on the road,
crying for a roof
tonight,
and the next night.
I was told
it is a crime
to make a home
on the land of my own nation.
Beneath a single streetlight,
where no one ever stayed,
a little flower broke the earth
and grew through nights of rain.
No hands reached down to hold it,
no voice called out its name.
It learned to face the empty dark
and bloom despite the pain.
Each petal held a story
of every night alone,
yet somehow from the loneliness,
something beautiful had grown.
And when the morning found it,
it stood there, soft and bright—
a little proof that broken things
can still become the light.
The letter l minuscule
Is taller than I majuscule
A.I.
Has more than one eye
Are you baffled or confused?
Are you troubled or amused?
A.I. is the elephant in the sky
Watch out for the evil eyes
A.I. was invented by zealous spies
A.I. is in the sky. A.I. is ubiquitous
Everybody is talking about this phenomenon
Nobody knows if A.I. is an angel or a demon
Yet, this bad boy or bad girl is complex and audacious
A.I. is flying high
Like a lie in the sky.
P.S. Leave AI alone.
Copyright © September 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Satan pulled me down
and made me frown
with fire all around
and hissing the only sound
I called upon St. Michael… beware!
The devil has a gruesome stare
Can you help me climb the stairs
From the deep dark depths of despair
Beelzebub tightened the chains
And molten lava rained
My muscles twitched and strained
Everything hurt in pain
But then there was a glowing light
The archangel came with delight
He fought to make everything right
and day soon came from the darkest night
The lesson learned is to always with faith
For the glory of God is our destined date
There is no need to wait
For his love is all so great
To Capture an Angel
by Frank Daub
My plan was based
On seeking proof
of Faith erased.
A search for truth.
A hook that could be thrown
to tear my doubting,
and fix on something grown
From love – Divine shouting?
An angel’s message could be so.
Thunder, light or such.
The Sweet of wine, a kindred soul
Or a Sacrificial Touch.
Making time to go back in Time,
Will get back what was thought lost for all Time.
Time after time,
When I have listened to my inner voice,
My guardian Angel,
Who works over time,
And I have gone back in Time,
To retrieve items
when others said I was wasting my Time,
That the item was lost for all Time.
Only two days ago,
My Guardian Angel alerted me in Time,
To retrieve my wallet before I lost it for all Time,
So back in time I did go,
To the bus stop Seat,
To find my wallet on that very seat,
Something others thought an impossible feat.
I do hope you have taken the time,
To go over very line,
I have written down for all Time
So you next Time,
You think an item lost for all Time,
You will remember in Time,
My poem on making the Time,
To go back in time,
To avoid standing in line,
To report your crime,,
Of failing to go back in time.
If I die young,
bury me in satin —
lay me down gentle,
on a bed of roses.
Let the river take me,
but send me away
with the words of a love song.
When the world reminds you of me,
write me a poem.
Not just any poem,
a love poem —
one that keeps me close, even after.
I am twenty-six. She is twenty.
Laughs and kisses bloom aplenty.
Her hand, on mine, gently presses.
My heart, she so endears.
She smiles and disappears
into a store for dresses.
There, over forty years ago,
a lady with hair as white as snow
shared my bench in the mall.
With a heavenly smile so sweet
her two words said it complete.
I knew she said it all.
Over forty years apart,
Why did I not take those words to heart?
How soon will I be dead?
I believe she was an angel sent there.
Her unheeded words, wise and rare.
"Keep her!" is all she said.
maniacal madmen
ply their trade
naïve congregants
for years they’ve played
bread crumb tales of purloined verse
of broken hearts, crushed souls
miraculous promises mangled
jilted angels dangled
Did the church bells ring?
When I saw you, some Other angel,
you tilted your chin up
and raised your brow in kind.
It must have been.
The church bell, like a shift whistle.
It's safe to take that drag,
only I can see you.
The bell has rung.
Take off your wings, and walk to me.
Pull me from this perdition,
put me to your lips.
And drain me like that cigarette.
"DEATH"where has you been ?
I guess you're making sure my soul is broken before you come to meet me.
I wonder when, where and how you will come,
Will there be the brightest light or the darkest hole when I see you?
I wish you could come sooner,
I never wanted to meet you when I was a kid , but now I just wait for you to meet me.
I hope someday I will feel better,
I hope one day someone will remember me by my favourite things,
I'm struggling to understand what am I going to get if i continue living,
I'm grateful for the life i didn't deserve to have , but will it ever get better or am I just a soul who is meant to die.
I should just go back to living knowing that one day I'm just a player in your game,
When you feel I'm on the last straw you will stop this game.
I hope I will be at happiest in my last 7 mins,
My mother and my pets will make sure I'll depart with their precious smile biding Good bye to me.
I know the night feels endless,
like the darkness found a place to stay.
But even the longest nights
eventually give way.
You may not see it yet,
but morning is on its way.
And the heart you thought was broken
can still learn how to beat again.
So breathe through the silence,
and hold on through the pain.
You don't have to have all the answers,
you just have to stay.
Because someday you'll look back
and realize you made it through.
The light was never gone,
it was just waiting
to find you.
She was not a saint, she was not an angel
She was my sister,
She was a mother,
a grandmother,
a cousin and an aunt.
She was loved by us all
and also by others.
She was not a saint, she was not an angel.
God will decide on that,
but she was saintly, and she was angelic
and will always be remembered as that.
Expectations
By Dustin Branum
And when my angel betrayed me
It was my demons that saved me
While the devil enslaves me
Although you might think I'm crazy
It was Lord thou savior that played me
My own flesh and blood's degrading
I thought I was Destined but maybe
Lost soul, and the death of a baby
Dark, cold, and angry they made me
The ones that loved me now hate me
One gun one bullet one shovel they gave me
Six feet down in a hole they laid me
Butterflies are flying angel hearts among us
September 20th 2026
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