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.
Tall, proud, somewhat conceited,
the elegant yacht sailed into the bay
(a place of meetings,
snuggery to a medley of lesser idols)
as a swan takes to a lake.
It dropped anchor,
aloof from the rest,
aware of the stare of covetous eyes,
it basked in calm waters.
Come night, its garland of lights
illumine the grace of a presence;
a rarity, speaking of riches,
unimaginable wealth;
dipping and bowing in exaggerated gestures:
a language all its own.
At the break of day, it set sail once more,
on a broad reach leaving the barnacled bay behind,
distancing itself from the blue bay’s waters,
the green of its eyes.
Yet, miles away on a distant shore,
once fierce waves, now a dying wake
make a gentle ripple
shifting the sands of envy
even as memory of its billowing sails
vanishes over the horizon
urged on by the persistence of protective winds.
(1st Prize in Craig Cornish's A Broad Reach Contest)
Genuine contentment* is gain against greed's blight
Sans carnal cravings of selfish heart’s reign
While sufficiency bursts midst sharing delight.
Let’s chase not earthly wealth with temporal strain
Knowing that satisfaction matters most
Along kindness upon reaching-out terrain.
Grateful to God for blessings, heavenly dosed
Our spirits are filled with joy, serenely divine
As we care to give cheerfully, never to boast.
With prayer to keep our faith to shine
Bouncing from fall due to covetous heart
We now move on, fulfilling goodness-design.
Triumphantly contented to do our part
Every day is a fresh radiant start.
*1Timothy 6:6 ... Godliness with contentment is great gain. 1Timothy 6:11 ...O man of God, ...follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.
April 22, 2026
2nd place, "2026-04-02 Write a Beautiful Terza Rima" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/2/2026
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ahhh mine roily think's
with covetous
to caress
tenderly
to 'to
latch
yourn both
sensate haunchez
to
pull taut
yourn
'to mine ready kiss
lock
Woman plucked from her golden roots
Blown to the wind,
limbs carried like petals
Delicately, she flutters through
Admired by each who tries to catch her
with covetous hands
The tempest gust rips through her veins, spitting her out to treacherous terrain
She waits for the sun,
giving out to the storm
Nigh to final form,
She watches the rain
water where she once stood tall
Now withered and bruised,
Woman weeps
There was a poor bloke once
inflicted with miserable leprosy
his story, the mind it stuns
but such was his jealousy!
One day some angels came to him
with mercy to heal his ailment
They inquired of his wish and whim
but were in for a shocking lament.!
The angels asked him as to whether
he wanted health restored, his disease healed
Replied the leper, 'he wanted neither
What he said hence, his jealousy revealed!
For he said, ''you needn't heal me, but instead
Inflict everyone else with my malady as well
let all of them lie loathed and deplored in bed,
as I've had to all these days like hell''!
The angels left astounded, simply returned to heaven
with neither healing him nor inflicting others
They still wonder from above the heavens seven
at how man envies his fellow brothers.
Ah, envy is a fire that consumes thee most,
Far better for humans if they coveted not
Why want ye, haunt ye another's fortune
like some covetous malevolent ghost?
Therefore why at all covet
You haven't right to it unless
it was your right, or was snatched
A fit of jealousy might make you regret
and to hell you may be dispatched.!
Thunderous their names,
I recite with pride and fervor—
Glory cast in gold.
Spirit in their veins,
Ready to die or deal death,
Roaring throats march on.
Conches pierce the sky,
Like lightning they strike the ears,
Enemies in awe.
Brave never perish,
Even in the hearts of foes,
Daring spirits soar.
Sounds of victory,
Trumpeting valorous hearts,
The fear of foes fades.
Brave are the bravest,
Till the axe of fate descends,
Judgment looms ahead.
Elixir of win,
Baffling the covetous mind,
A mirage in sand.
Win is in the air,
Lord, his servitor resides,
In soul’s chariot.
Narrow wedge of hope,
In raging Sea of sorrow,
Destiny smiling.
As hostages to fortune, our crippled hands can’t share kind gesture
Neither help nor usher others toward greener pasture.
Our covetous hearts that are fortune-hostages never spend for charity with bliss
Bound by carnality of selfishness from greediness' abyss.
Held hostage by fortune, we are the arrogant competing vainly with the haughty
Trampling essence of humility while defying authority.
Imprisoned with earthly fortune, our minds neglect divine wisdom
Blind to the need of contributing to advance heavenly kingdom.
Confessing personal cravings for wealthy fortune-settlement
Our repentant souls now seek the Lord for contentment and fulfillment.
As heirs of God-given treasures, we strive for responsible stewardship
Triumphant to use fortune while engaging in ministerial partnership.
Gratefully praising the Almighty for endowed fortune, verily blest
Our spirits, freed from love-of-money bondage, live today with divine kindness-zest.
He begets the inferno within
Such impediment to one's
own happiness
Covetous in his own disguise
A condemnation to misery
Constrained to emotional infantilism
All forlorn and empty
He can't attain anything
other than froth…
I will move mountains for you, oft said
with little brain and surplus testosterone.
But why the plurality?
Surely, a single mountain moved
is Herculean enough to satisfy
the desires of the most covetous princess.
Then, what is a mountain?
I’m sure a mound or hill won’t do.
Also, move; would an inch to the left or right
gratify? I think not, dear sir.
So, where to find this mountain?
Bhutan seems a reasonable choice
they have so many, moving one
would likely not be missed.
Where too? The Midwest
could do with a mountain or two
attract more tourists, that sort of thing.
Then the naming:
something American,
that reflects the Native lands,
is gender neutral?
Then, would you and your girlfriend
climb to the top of Mount Sis Hank Running Bear
and both look out over the beautiful land?
No, she will be at home waiting for another man;
the man who said he would make the Earth move for her!
Minds turned into images
Barren moments, parched feelings
Drowned in haste and unease,
Self-indulgent and covetous
Desolate technology slaves
Imprisoned in closed cabins
Chained to the chairs
Eyes fixed on the screens
Human skeletons with dried hearts
Drained and deserted relationships
Torn emotions and tainted lives
Emptiness all around
Ruled by commerce and profit
Turning world in to market
With frozen conscience
Infringing the peace loving souls
Bred by craze, power and greed
Aimless swarms and awry crowds
Turning planet in to an oven
Yelling advancement and progress
Green turned into grey
Sky turned into smog
Breeze turned into beast
Violating nature’s chastity
Where are the relaxing rooftops
Trees and the chattering birds
Clear sky and the morning dew
Seducing sunsets and cozy evenings
Lost in the crew of human creatures
Serene, pure, tender and loving
Living in isolation and disenchantment
Waiting for the return of olden days
Seems a forlorn hope in mighty milieu
Crafted by the self-centered masters
Impervious to human virtues
But, the hope never dies
Dear Paladin Vampire,
I eagerly await our first indulgence,
that initial gaze into charming eyes;
All my life I have loathed being mortal,
for you daylight I would willingly sacrifice;
A courtship beyond my imagination,
rose hip covered sheets and being wooed;
We’ll leave fellow romantics covetous,
my Love offer me this entanglement!
Sunset spray painting us in the sky,
you can taste me and teach me to hunt.
Let’s get lost in a honeymoon of blood,
I’ll be devoted to every taste of it;
Sweep me away any way that you like;
Silken restraints and a neck nip,
few fathom this fetish a part of me;
My Love I have much left to reveal
must this fantasy leave me pining?
I fear more will serve to quell curiosity
so I bid adieu until you come for me;
I could wait but I’d really rather not.
Forever yours willingly,
- Melrose
Emma, I'm sending it to you. Let this picture be your memory,
May my memory remain with you and accompany you forever,
I was in the beautiful countryside today too. I love it.
With your memory, the world is still there for me today. It lifted me up.
Too bad you weren't sitting there, I was on the bar stool,
The world is beautiful in your memory, there was a chat with friends,
Through the window of the pub, a hopeful light shepherded me.
It's over, it's dawn here now (03:44), I'm still writing this poem,
The world gave me so that you can tear me apart with my suffering.
Don't think I'm dying, the writer is long gone,
My advice to you about my fate comes from a great spirit.
Are you confused? No, it isn't. Covetous, the world is sarcastic in you,
You see my destiny, you created it, beautiful blonde black widow.
But fate, believe me, will soon guide me.
That's why you don't get it. Because I love you, my prayers surround you,
Although, but not yet, my life would have been your faithful love.
June 13, 2022
How am I so wounded by you?
Arrows never shoot, but run me through
Beautiful viper poisoning; stares straight, not a skew
I'm glad to be seen by their bite; I'll be its anti-venom, too
Covetous my own thoughts of envy; verdurous thy view
They're green and ravenous, but see me in a form so true
Eyes that sing a siren song; control my affection they do!
I believe it is wrong to compromise,
but like Thomas both faith and doubt I reveal.
Some believe prestige is more often just disguise,
The want of fame may be their Achilles' heel.
I know passion served to stir Saul’s blinded eyes
he fought acknowledging Jesus as real.
There are some covetous of a Nobel peace prize
their great strength being personal appeal.
It’s true that our heroes can meet their demise;
We make mistakes, it's God who shapes our steel.
It’s true, it’s His light that blazes past our lies;
His peace can bless our path with godly zeal.
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