whispering through a crescendo
I accommodate his monolingually
always spoke prim and smoothed
commercialize me .
be impeccable or simultaneously lukewarm
never to undress again
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
Death can alter
Death can change anything at the altar
Death can deter
Death can damage the liver and the motor
Death is powerful
Death is really awful
Death is painless for the deceased
Death can destroy mums and lilies
Death can change schedules
Death kills bookworms, nerds and fools
Death can. Death can change everything
Under the moon. Death can change anything
Death can
Death can easily kick the can.
Copyright © December, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
For weeks, my hands searched your side of the bed,
Yet emptiness mocked the warmth I desired.
Our love now lives in a distant, closed past,
Where memories refuse to fade or dim.
That morning you spoke your final good-bye
Turned my whole world to a mourning ground.
I lost the knowing of what love feels like,
For your absence drove me into deep grief.
Ten years have not healed the wound of divorce;
Time has not mended this fractured heart.
The pain grows sharper with each passing year,
And no new love can break this bolted door.
You said we must walk on separate pathways,
Yet we’ve stood still on the same ground for years.
Love refuses to flow to other hearts,
Though you claimed we were not meant to be.
Come back, my sweetness—let’s mend what we broke;
No lovers are perfect under the sun.
We only fit when we’re with each other—
For only God is perfect, never man.
She thinned to vapour, blue as longing's edge,
while we searched skywards, calling her lost name.
Wind replied in whispers no one could catch–
just hollow notes strung on a frayed thread.
Now dusk repeats her gesture: palms upturned,
spilling light where her shadow once poured.
We drink the rain, still tasting her farewell.
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Have you perhaps, held on too long
to the place you call home?
Have you let too much time slip by,
avoiding the unknown?
It’s hard not to be scared of change,
it happens naturally.
The risk of taking chances, yes
it’s pure anxiety.
But staying in this place is death,
you’re meant to rise and grow.
Your heart is meant to be your guide,
trust it and just let go.
If you stay here, you’ll just get old.
Your dreams you’ll never find.
So, take this chance, depart…
and leave this old place far behind.
It no longer beckons as it did before,
Now it waits, just beyond the door,
Whispering softly, tempting the heart,
To accept again and play the part.
To embrace the pain, forget the cost,
Of suffering caused and what was lost.
The pull felt to give in once more,
Selfish desires shake it to it's very core.
Indifference tries to close it's heart,
But it must act, It can't depart.
Laziness will not be a guide,
It must find strength and push aside.
Discipline calls, and it must trust,
An outcast owes itself that much.
You couldn’t excuse yourself, could you
With me it was a fall from grace
You think you’ve done what you should do
At our very early phase
The obstacle that really mattered
Was our sincerety and trust
A nuisance that you must have tattered
Because you knew this love would last
Does it provide a compensation
This late revenge, is it a start
Of a new phase in life’s ascention
A Jacob’s ladder of depart?
I guess you thought about this
Cause it looks pointless otherwise
To throw your love into abyss
In dire hope that truth was lies.
when fear and doubt leave
the house ,strength proves its presence,
sleepers wake up quick.
songs come from the walls,
nowhere to find singers who
motivate the mass.
August 28/2023
Talk to me while I am alive
So I can give you a high five
So I can happily say hello
To my relatives and my good friends
Talk to me while we can watch the rainbow
Together and while we can shake hands.
Talk to me while we can talk
About everything under the sun
And talk to me while we can walk
Together under the light of the moon
Give me the flowers right now, today
Not when I left, departed or flew away.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
We don’t say Good Bye
At the end of the day
We trust to be merged
Even when away
And, when we meet again
The very next day
We meet as if
After seven lives delay!
Never understood the maths
Nor the lovely logic
Of meeting to depart
Then departing to meet.
There are people in life we always hold dear
But fortune dictates they will soon disappear
Their life force defines the person we are
And when they are gone, we need to confess that
The one’s who adore us have no redress
They are our beloved’s we always hold dear
No one can replace them and so we shed tears
To wish them goodbye and send them on their way
To meet loved one’s in heaven whilst we mortals all pray
We wish them well, no pain or suffering
And hold them close in our hearts til our day of reckoning
I swallowed
Your decision
I’m leaving
The mansion
I accepted
The defeat
And I acquitted
All debts
I loved you too much, darling
Oh! You forgot everything.
The surprises
Of life
Are not sweet cherries
I’m leaving my heart
For peace
This is a required part
I depart
This evening.
P.S. Translation of ‘Je Pars Ce Soir’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © September 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
You came you conquered, tearing foundations from the ground up. Up went fictitious buildings with hollow fronts easily to be exploited again. The time it took to accept what was, what could have been was just another ended love story. It wasn’t enough to rekindle flames. Wasn’t enough to build a better story with closing chapters and opening narratives.
Our intentions remained impure, tainted with lust and distrust. Never willing to just focus on us…
Giving and giving but yet still unfulfilling..
As walls torn down and heart surrounded by stonewalls..
Conquered .. As you departed…
My turn to go from you.
All my heart yearns
Is something everyday I earn.
Your turn to blurt to me.
All your mind sees
Is something life is as be.
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