I would like to think that the world is kind and fair, and that good deeds comeback around, I'm a true believer in paying it forward. And sometimes they do.
But I've lived long enough to know that's not always true.
I've watched good people bury their dreams, their family members, and their hope.
I've seen good men get cheated on and treated like dirt after they give their all.
I've seen loving women get left playing both parents and carrying the whole burden alone, while hiding behind a smile that masks their pain.
The million-dollar question has always been: Why them?
The truth is, I don't know.
What I do know is that suffering can uncover courage, faith, and strength
you never knew existed.
Bad things happen to good people.
That part is true.
But I've also seen good people do remarkable things after bad things happen to them.
I've seen them heal, reconstruct their lives, and rise.
The miracle is not that they escaped the storm but that they survived it.
The physical world around me is constantly changing,
sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
I keep saying,
leave things alone until I die.
Then make all the changes you want,
because I will not be in the middle of the changes.
The tech world is moving faster than lightning,
what was new yesterday is old today.
Some say,
the physical world around me is an illusion.
How can I prove this to be right or wrong?
It is something to think about.
In this changing physical world around me,
I need to be like a young tree and bend in the wind of life.
It was decided that I’m bad
Thank you, Mr. Universe
So I’m socially dead
Therefore, not much coerced
Little less involved in business
Of the common cause I share
With the Mrs. Universe
She can spot me everywhere
I can’t comment, I can’t post
Cause I’ve been a bit too active
Maybe felt a bit too lost
Could’ve been over-perceptive
Maybe deemed as self-indulgent
So they bothered to reply
Laid on me the hardest judgement
Though it didn’t worth a try
Aren’t we equal to ourselves
What we say no one will save
The tide washes up the shells
Each one bears its own wave..
I kicked your Dogma
Call me Heretic Eric
My pal Buddha does
Reverse Psychology...
Bad cop?
Good cop?
a COP out is a copout
Do NOT pout
Be about-
What it is about;
I need a drink.
But heck man, what do you think?
Is drinking too much
When out of touch?
such things, but whatever life brings...
We can still sing praise to our Lord Jesus Christ
I will NOT think twice.
In my life many things have "begotten" me divided
In two sided battles some tattle
Some grow rattles on their tails
Others become snails
I am a snake and I bite
I fight
And I just might have some good skin
Left for the taken
Call me a "wallet"
Friends called me an ATM
Been there done that when
There was NO such thing as sin
Just saying
Friend
It shifts from bad to worse
Expectedly, it does
Suppose it looks quite obvious
For many, counting those
Who claim the empire is to end
Split in a thousand pieces
That’s what the masterminds intend
To do – I don’t believe this
I think what we are witnessing
Is their Golden Age
And this is just beginning
The Chapter Two, first page
We’re in the new edition
That meets time challenges
We’re actors of non-fiction
A dystopian excess
We’re stigmatized forever
But we get used to this
Just never you say never
And never comes a bliss.
Unfortunately, the Haitian people have everything to lose
They are very fragile, humiliated, vilified, and abused
My people have been suffering for years, for centuries
On the pavement, in the streets, in the harbor and on the high seas.
Our people, our brothers and sisters!
Their wicked leaders once in power, the liars
Change all plans to the detriment of the poor
Who are quickly forgotten in the filthy cans
Their spleen, sweat and blood flow are floating in the sewers
They are despised by hens,
By guinea fowls, by roosters, and all types of demons
It was yesterday that they were applauding like dummies,
Cheering, hoping to be awarded with crumbs and pennies.
These zealous brothers are on fire, they are now deaf and crazy
at the end. Even patience has borders and boundaries
Where greedy, covetous and corrupt officials behave like evil yeasts.
Copyright © January 23, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
She has bad judgement.
Says someone with bad judgement.
Says I, confident in mine.
She can do better.
Says someone less ahead.
Says me, unsure of my own best.
I will endeavour,
Says someone sitting still,
Says myself, to myself.
Smile might mask my dismay, but I feel bad,
I hide my grief today, but I feel bad.
In crowded rooms, my shadows start to stray,
My pet corners on me prey, I feel bad.
Like a puppet dancing on broken wire,
I let the cruel strings play and feel bad.
I flaunt a forced smile of joy on my face,
A grand show to look okay, but feel bad.
When luck serves honeyed wine upon my tray,
I smash the glass midway and still feel bad.
So how I dig own grave in which to lie,
And happily buy decay to feel bad.
The cheering crowd demands a happy face,
I resort to sham display and feel bad.
_________________________
Introspection | 23.08.2026 | feelings, grave, happy, loneliness, Ghazal
Note: This ghazal is a psychological paradox on today’s times. Many find a strange comfort in melancholy.
Do you think you can forgive,
that my brain is like a sieve?
A memory in absentia,
suggests possible dementia,
or perhaps, instead,
scattered holes inside my head.
Once, I was a kid like you,
and one day, you'll be old, too.
I have a bad habit
Everything I love in someone
Can easily be loved in someone else
I never write about how funny she was
Or
How she would shuffle cards
It's always about her eyes and her smile
I write down what I see first
I don't spend enough time on what really is beautiful
These poems turn into nothing more than a canvas themselves
For all we know I could be writing to myself
And not the girl that was so pretty
I was blind to how beautiful she really was
Beautiful
Like her eyes
I have a bad habit…
Words can serve to soften an unintended offense by
engaging attention, admitting fault and displaying selflessness.
"My bad", or more commonly, "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me"
In any language, they are a means to discovery, détente and delight-
Je suis desole, Es tut mir Leid, Lo lamento
Choosing to be heard honestly, the right words are crucial to
lightening the load, bandaging broken-ness as well as harboring hope.
And in addition, the voice tone, facial expression and body stance
are worth attending to in order to establish a sincere apology.
rolling into ramble
my mind is screaming through my skin
release, blood, let me go.
bared teeth forced smile
rigor mortis
but I am breathing.
locked limbs
dead pan.
I am shivering.
pain – I need pain
life has never offered me anything to gain
only loss.
Control. 7 letters. 7, lucky number.
scratch off a lotto ticket,
pretend it wasn’t the same waste of space,
time & money as I have always been
before I toss it to the floorboard.
let me go – I whisper.
bad luck – no
the urges scream.
hurt,
hurt,
hurt.
for that is your worth.
One night there was a storm the sky cried louder than before there was lightning up close thunder miles away everyone was scared they cried louder than the sky and the storm got closer goodbyes as the power went out the darkness filled every room they stayed close together until the storm passed
Not for me, i'm not going to buy it.!
I like multi-toned eggshells
Bad move guys cause
I will never..Ever boil
Poach scramble
Or fry it.)
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