Few people have this God-given gift
Few leaders have this Great Divine lift
Let’s put and keep ourselves together
Let’s gather and assemble the marbles in the center
Let’s keep and hold our head high in the air
Happiness and hope are up there
Few people demonstrate common sense
Few leaders possess good sound sense
Seasons come and go; time comes and goes
And never returns. Let’s stop staring at our toes
Happy and auspicious times are around the corner
Never give up. God is the Supreme Master
He is the only One
And there is only One
Few people possess this God-given lift
Few leaders are blessed with this Great Divine gift.
Copyright © May 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
if i have to stay another day it might just drive me mad
im counting weeks without a change, its been twenty nine
i just close my eyes and hope i’ll wake up fine
i just wait and see if i wake up to clear skies
not every meal should make me feel this nauseous
but now every number on the scale makes me more cautious
if i don’t think too much it almost feels like playing a game
my score goes higher the lower each digit gets
at least i’ll never turn to cuts and blades again,
at least not while i still have some common sense
i’ll just try to quietly erase myself
or at least i’ll make some changes while i play pretend
i’m looking for ways to disappear without a trace
right now it feels like that’s the best it gets
all my thoughts and prayers remain unsent
all letters to a god i don’t believe in
but i still wish he’d spare some time to try and save me
if he created me there’s no way he could forget me
at least i know i’ll never turn to cuts and blades again
at least not while i still have some common sense
They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.
There are beautiful things in your heart
That I love and adore: pride, joy, love
Beauty, common sense, and the hope of happiness.
Woman, woman, you are the sunshine of my days
And the moonlight of my sleepless nights
Yes, you are the fresh glow of my morning upon waking.
Oh! No. I am neither insane nor artful
Perhaps a little ambitious and smooth
For I want you to warm my liver
My veins, my spleen, my neck, and my whole being.
At dawn, I picked beautiful roses for you
In exchange, I will grab, with love, beautiful things
That have transformed into a sweet smile
A charming laugh
And a long sigh
For the future
Of joyful memories.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my friend, the ‘Great Lady of Heart’.
Translation of “De Belles Choses De Ton Cœur’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © December 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Skewed Political Common Sense
Today’s weird zeitgeist,
Lived streamed everyday,
Awaits its Emmy:
Historically scripting,
Well played, power mongering:-
This may sound musky,
Or like a well-trumped-up scheme;
But it is all true:
Click on Breaking News, and see
These bold words’ reality:-
They’re shutting down
The Department Of Education;
And the learned lesson here,
Is the poor’s lost emancipation:
For the rich, it’s a positive situation:-
Sense isn't as common as it once once was
is it because
the more we use our smart phone
the dumber we become
and dance to the same algorithm
(and blues)
each and every one
whereas before we used the brain
now others do our thinking faster than blinking
and if things go awry we have them to blame
whereas before we did all the talking
now we're content
to let our fingers do the walking
before crossing the road
I didn't need to be told,
'Look both ways'
when not so very old
as a matter of fact,
is there an app for that?
She gambled on you
She walked a bridge too far
You didn't feel it true
It was too high a bar
She could have tried talking
That way she would've known
Behind your infatuation
Real affection hadn't grown
She thought there was a bond
A mystical dream
But the wizard lost his wand
You were just a prop in the scene
She dreamed of a fire
You by her side
But love was a liar
Reason should guide.
She raised the stake
But gambling's a sin
with two eyes on the snake
The house has to win
Now it’s too late
To rewrite the part
She wagered on fate—
Then embittered her heart
I know we all get burnt
But I wish it hadn't gone so far
Lessons have to be learnt
Only Fate held the cards.
The country spoke in numbers strong
rejecting notions, we knew were wrong.
Porous borders against our laws,
defund police, those thoughts are flawed.
In regards to the letters,
DEI and CRT
return to the alphabet
where you should be.
Retail theft, okay with them
no consequence, they steal again.
Gender care or mutilate,
once its done, it's too late!
Men compete in women's sports,
dashing hopes and wins they thwart.
To all of those who've broken in
the time has come, deports begin.
So common sense
once more shall reign,
as America returns
to great again!
Sad to comment
Just common sense
not so common
among public.
Most callousness
all over known,
says statistics,
what I have meant.
Sharp sense to own :
That’s specific.
Not much talent,
but need promptness.
That is basic,
also urgent.
Attain smartness
without smart phone.
Every morning the town drunk would walk past the general store where all the farmers gathered to have their coffee. Day after day, the same farmers complained about the weather, the high price of fuel, politics, and how bad their wives always treated them. One day the drunk told a joke and everybody laughed and chucked a coin into his beggar’s box. The next day the drunk told the same joke. This time only a few people laughed and tossed a coin. On the following day, the old drunk came by and told the same joke again and nobody laughed. The old farmers told him that he’d never get anywhere by telling the same joke over and over again. The old drunk smiled and said, “Neither will complaining about the same old things.
When making changes
Complaining will never work
Actions are better
‘Mens sane in corpore sano’
“A sound mind in a healthy body”
A phrase once fit for the Emperor of Rome
In America today, the saying hits home
IQ less powerful.
Common sense more active.
Apply common sense in performance.
Callousness also appears so often.
Common sense more important.
IQ less powerful.
Less IQ tolerable.
Zero common sense unbearable.
Common sense more active.
Culture common sense.
in journey of life.
Apply common sense in performance.
Many poems are about the titles
Not the contents
Many books are about the titles
Not common sense
Many stars are about the names
Not the distance
Many actors about the names
Not the actions
Nonsense sails
And common sense rarely prevails
Color does not matter all the time
In many situations, it can be characterize
As a major sin or a colossal crime
Of enormous proportion or incredible size
It is the darn title
Giselle and Lionel.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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January 30, 2024, PST, SPC
I'm concerned with the lack of common sense:
notably missing when it's needed most.
And while its absence comes at our expense,
nothing else can match it, not even close.
It once would mitigate anger and greed,
and yet, lately, it has been a no-show.
I pray for its return to thought and deed
if it's still relevant; I'd like to know.
It once untangled impossible knots,
for common sense could cut right through the lies.
But it's missing; try connecting the dots
for it's why anarchy is on the rise.
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