Long after its death where dipsomaniacs and dreamers
Have gormandized its spicy meat, its shell still breathes
Emitting a monotonous sound to wake-up babies, toddlers
Mothers, fathers, cousins and soldiers carrying wreathes.
The lambis exhales a sound of patience and resilience
It is a symbol (for Haiti) of hope, pride and perseverance
Haitians are born fighters. Haitians fall and get-up
To fight daily. Haitians, with a smile, will never give up.
The long monotonous squall of the almighty lambis
Can traverse the craters of the mountains and appease
The giant waves of the raging rivers. Listen to the sound
Listen to the bells of freedom, wit and liberty abound.
Copyright © December 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Picking up a broken conch shell,
I hear the bass line within it.
Watching the petulant sky’s snit
as rage grows unable to quell.
Eyes caught inside an ocean’s swell,
there’s no way I could turn and run.
It comes for each town one by one,
hotels and the boats are no match.
A vision that made my breath catch,
I’m glad that a cloud never spun.
Conch shell sea gem and sea snail
Horn held tone gyrates the tritonis trumpet
Note blown ending battles on a splinted scale
Epitome depictions make cameo’s regret
Emergent higher seas, onward this ship shall sail
Tidal wave warnings of an uprising onset
Conch Sound
the garden of North Andros
the place where my father's navel string lay
The settlement sits on the vicinity of the waterfront
with old Bahamian vessels piloted by One Eyed Jacob
drifting across the sea winds
while it's calm blue hole calmly sleeps
on the pillow of the ocean
The land has a multitude of
healthy, growing trees and saplings
bearing mangoes, coco plums
coconuts and star fruits
the fruits of their labor
We can cross the creek near Johnson's Hill
with caution at low tide
passing through the tranquil kingdom
of the mangroves
red, white, black and buttonwood
to take a view of the old cemetery
the testing place of my ancestors from long ago
submerged in multitudes of sand grains
*Image of Conch Shell by Pixabay.
The Conch Shell
The
Conch
Shell is
a marvel.
Its curling feature
is a phenomenon, in and
of itself, yet it enables you to wonder the
sort of critter that it harbors. Its unique vivid inner colors compliment it.
2022 January 13
HMS; 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, syllables.
conch shell hints secrets
inspiring me to lie down in the sand
allowing the lap of the waves to lull me to sleep
i feel grateful he is waiting when I awake
I feel the shell’s roughness in my hand
Yet cool as the ocean water
before I plucked it into the suns warmth.
lifting it to my ear, I hear
the oceans waves break upon the shore,
Is this an echo of life within the murky depths?
I wonder…
8/3/2021
The lip of childhood was bloodied.
When the CSX ran over my puppy.
For years I fired rocks at the metal devil.
Trains were supposed to be a boy's second-best friend.
Not a killer of soft things that wag their tails.
Lick your face when you come in from hell.
Sweet things that never have an off mood.
Or care that you're a slow learner.
Tossed to the backwaters of grade school.
Childhood was cut in half by CSX railroad.
Why couldn't the train have swerved and struck
that pervert 5th grade teacher instead.
Then again, trains don't swerve or lick your face.
They just plow straight into the pillow of childhood.
Then blast the devil's conch in manic celebration.
washed ashore with waves
a conch with sea history -
- hello ... no red thread
23/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Haiku -5-7-5-
My ribcage is like a conch shell
where you can press your ear
against my narrow chest
where the music of the ocean tides
meet the songs of the mermaids
flowing and circulating
through my heart made of ocean water
and my breastplate made of coral reefs
4/21/17
Near and far from any kind of conch
Animals and humans with a paunch
While others are gaunt
Some just want
To flaunt
What they got
Like it or not
A stance considered staunch
To get business done and the point across
Bad experiences for many that daunt
And continue to haunt
Items bought
With little to any thought
Never used and forgot
Left in a box
Beers brewed with little or extra hops
Ranging in various costs
And available in similar or different shops
People obsessed with slots
And winning the jackpots
You talk alot
Of hog wash
Non-stop
Nothing of substance or quality, far from top notch
Some did or didn't get caught
Later on or at the very spot
Getting shot or locked
Away, and paying the cost
By: Dalton Ogletree
A seashell was the greatest find
for an eight year old at the time.
A conch shell was the most prized sought
elusive more often than not.
But when it’s found the finder gains
a worth much more than Mary Jane’s
and bubblegum he could wish for
from any corner candy store.
Within its aperture is filled
with sounds of surf and sea that thrills
his mind when pressed against his ear
then shared among his childhood peers
this brightly colored spiral shell
where once a spineless mollusk dwelled.
~A conch shell's dream to sing
under the moonlit night sky
in a far away tropical island
while listening to solitude's sigh.~
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A Conch is a Key West Redneck Local
you needed to know that before I go vocal
I stopped at a Couch's house to buy some weed'z
and this is only the begining of what I see'z
came up on a trailer where the mold is blue
there are flys in day refrigorator and cock-rouches too
his wife was wickin she said "I'm a witch!"
but she came across to me as a B---ch
she was ugly and now I hate her
her face looked like an alligator
"We got six kids!" thier runnin around
"thier beatin each othe to the ground!"
the youngest one says "thats not fare!"
but in reality they just "don't care!"
the cops were talkin to a whore
it smells "Are they cookin meth next door?"
watchin on the porch on a card board box
"he's got combat boots with no socks!"
he just sits there and pulls it (hand was on his crotch)
and picks the bugs out of his mullet (mullet!it's a red neck hair do)
I got high from thier greed
they show had sum stinky weed!
by Capt. Mike
(disclaimer)
I come from the sea's of pirates and drug rummers
but now I fishes cause I thinks it's funners
If you want
to hear the Amazon,
hold a banana
up to your ear.
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