I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
Before joining a steam of blizzards they escaped from,
Returning home, northwards, gelid and depressing,
For a funeral of dogs,
The ceremony of age,
Attended largely by silent yaps of strayed thunder.
A thousand or a million
It's all the same to me
I'll write for you forever
My thoughts in words set free
I know I cannot tell you
Can't say them to your face
But maybe you'll still read them
They'll be in the same place
And maybe you'll look forward
To waking in the morn,
To see a bouquet waiting,
Another poem born
And maybe if you're lonely
You'll read them once again
For you I wrote them only
My love expressed through pen
Ladies worth are in the kitchen,
But this generation, Gen Z sold them out to men.
What's the logic?
Human can't live without food,
Yet ladies worth are now in men custody,
Because men in charge of the kitchen
You may ask, why am I so proud?
It's because that's what I worked hard for.
I'm proud of my craft, my worth, my art.
What I do is none of your business,
I'm just reaping what I've sown.
Seeing me write poems, create content,
Do spoken words, it's all my cooking, I don't beg you to eat.
Don't question my pride, it's earned.
I'm a product of my dedication.
Lord in Your unfailing love
Your glory I do proclaim
You are seated on the throne most high
Dedicated by Your right hand
The hopes and dreams of al Your people
You give them the right to take a stand
They travelled long in the desert
In search of the path of life
To live in Your presence forever
All the days of their lives
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.
Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the Virgin Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.
Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.
Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Between the silence of a sterile room and a child of grace
the sure footed arrival of a God without a face
The hourglass of time stills the stage with un-remission
as she waits by Snow Don Hills without contrition
A floodlight of compassion eases in she's not in pain
her soul is a lit lantern that's never smelt the rain
Wearing a tallit with knotted fringes on each corner
He's opens every angle like an Angel without borders
Dressed in a dignity gown and propped against a pillow
she dances with the bunnies beneath a weeping willow
God takes her little hand in His, its simple so precise
just like sunrise in the morning, straight from paradise.
Running back
Do running back do?
Ha! I Caught ball
Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait
To catch me yet
Ball caught, clutch against my chest
I run the ball a brisk running back receive,
Handoffs from run the ball.
Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can
I runnin to ya… running back
2/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Dedicated verse to Calvin D. Jones
former Nebraska Football player
Super Bowl Champion for Green Bay Packers
Omaha Beef Football player
God walks warmly along side death
leading us on our way
raising us up into heaven
where we can be with him every day
God walks beside us
his protection is clear
therefore we have nothing to fear
God walks warmly along side death
embracing those he loves very dear. Amen
Even if I die, my poems will blaze like fire,
Conquering the heart of the Earth entire.
Wise men who once refused to know my name
Will write thick books in my honor and fame.
When the all strength of lies are spent,
Truth seizes them by the collar, intent.
This treacherous world are in endless strife,
Does it ever pause, even for a blink of life?
Oh, my weeping Kazakh, you are in sorrow deep,
Oppression and cruelty their power keep.
Lives are taken, lives are given in the struggle above,
For wealth that offers no one true love!
Cruelty knows no shame or sense of honor,
Avoid it, if you have the strength to conquer.
Though the greedy find the wide world too small,
The earth's grave will have room for all.
May the generations have bright and shining faces,
Let them define their goals and find their places.
May their lives, not just their palaces, shine,
With winters, springs, summers, and autumns divine.
We are not Alone God’s Comforts-HE’S GOT US
-Dedicated verse for Mother Chlorine Rodgers—
God got this, the Lord fights for me
I am a child of God and He’s able
The Lord fights for me
And I am a child of God, and He is able
We are not alone God’s comforts He’s got this
There is no sorry, He can allow us to endure
There’s no hurt, His heart and love secures
And we love Him, we love Him as He comforts us
I am a child of His, He’s able and so wonderful
We are not alone God’s comforts He’s got this, He got us
I am not alone, we’re not ALONE
I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Fear not God knows us He’s has us
A grip on us we are a new creation in Christ (Jesus)
We are not alone God’s comforts He’s got this He’s got us
God is good and He’s got us
God got this
God got this
O’ yes He does
You’re prechosen agape loved
You are not alone God’s comforts He’s God this he’s got us, and all is well
1/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Outside of time-YET HE’S EVER PRESENT -Dedicated verse for Mother Chlorine Rodgers--
What do you know about tomorrow?
And today yet still you don’t know
The those things bout today tomorrow is both have passed on done N gone
Tomorrow what holds it the cord of time unwinds?
Whether withered weaving spiraling tunneling circumference-ing
Spectacular fleeting now future today’s memory transients
Slipping into the past in ever present moments
Wisdoms mindfulness encourages embracing here and now
Echoes then and now tomorrows crest
Infinitely I am upon my father’s breath
We are all outside of time, yet HE’S EVER PRESENT
HALLEIUAH
1/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Of My MOTHER’S WOMB-
MOTHER
Vessel carrier
Nurturing birth child
The qualities maternal affection
MaMa
1/6/2025©
A Cinquain verse by James Edward Lee Sr.
Dedicated verse for Mother Chlorine Rodgers- Mama, Mama-
Mama, mama prayed for me
Mama, prays with me
Mama, prays
Mama, mama gave me
Mama, gives me
Mama, stays
In beginning, where I’m from;
My mother, Father before creation;
I wear her skin;
I have her hair;
Her hearts blood pumps from my lungs;
I am her daughter, her son
Mama
Mama, mama didn’t play wit me;
From pre-beginning began;
Was Father Elohim and her;
Nurturer, Incubator, given on loan;
Heavenly body we were all placed in her womb;
Mama, mama gave me, she gives;
Mama, mama you live in the Father,
Home with the Father and your heart yet beats in me;
1/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
You call me a monster/
Because you judge/
What you do not know/
Are you too lame to realize/
I am just like you/
I have feelings/
I have a heart/
I used to.be afraid of the dark/
Until I embraced that darkness/
I have my wounds that were inflicted by you/
But I am healing/
I am growing stronger/
I will not let your hate control me/
To cause me to be less than that/
Whatever that is/
I will arise from the depths you cast me in/
I will take back/
What you have taken from me/
I will heal despite what you say/
Because at the end of the day/
Hate is your own mental illness/
I chose to be the one/
Who is healing and not sick/
So, hate if you must/
Because I will be the one to love/
You mean so much to me
But at times I do not say it
Nor even treat you that way
So may this poem
Express to you my love, devotion, and appreciation
You are the star on top of my Christmas tree
The fire that warms me on a cold winter night
The song I hum when I am happy
That memory I cherish all year long
My social media favorite
My ultimate crush
The best daydream
I wish I could roll out the red carpet
Every time I see you
Because you are
My celebrity.
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