Fragrant rose lined the sidewalks of time, filtering a special aroma in the street; the wind is spreading the fragrance around to a special place where destiny is bound. The sun is shining in my face spilling sweat all over the place; the pores are opened wide secreting a unique substance from inside. Look around and you will see the temperature climbing up the sycamore tree, the passion is in the sun so when you get the chance get up and run. Words are not cheap and you must get the energy out of the sea. If you want to do business with me, you have to arrange a trip to the galaxy. The race is on to the moon and China will see you soon, if they get there before you do, the earth will turn into a dust bowl of doom. You have to get there before the twenty thirty year and synchronize with the tales of the atmosphere. The sun in the East will make you weep; the sun in the East will send fire in the street, the energy is very strong, so you have to filter all the different songs, and make them one. The sun in the east is disrupting my heartbeat.
Sand had banked against the steps, shifted by the wind
The loose screen rattled, answering the wind
Salt welded shut the gate against the wind
Beyond the gate, the old track started to wind
Mother said, “You will find the creek by the east wind.”
I remembered past the paperbarks, the track should wind.
I heard the creek bubbling, or was it just the wind?
Through reeds, I watched the sparkling creek wind
On a low branch, a kingfisher faced the wind
It cracked a harsh warning through the wind
This is probably the most difficult thing
To find these days
People are dying senselessly in mass shooting
Like ice pellets on snowy days
We are all shocked and amazed
In watching the around-the-clock news
Nobody in their right mind will be amused
By the absurd massacres of the innocents
Let’s find a way to stop all violence
Let’s pray for peaceful means
Let’s repent our sins
Let’s find solutions to our problems
Let’s stop the bloodshed
And extinguish the old flames
Of hate and bigotry, and the fire of hatred
Let’s bury them in the sand, my friends
With amicable and compassionate hands
Let’s find peace within ourselves
Let’s picture God on our walls, on our shelves
Let’s smile and wave to each other
Let’s care for each other, let’s love each other.
Copyright © December 4, 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
It shakes the screens of folks all over
The thunder, meanest loudest kind
The moving storm, call it a rover
With crumpled buildings left behind
Not gonna stop, until it’s finished
With shaking lands, perceptions, souls
Until the evil is diminished
And once it’s done achieving goals
We don’t get these very often
The scale is grand and awe superb
When ghoulish grip on humans softens
Though lasting echoes shall reverb
The smoke, the flashes, red and yellow
And booming sound of thunderstorm
It’s full of rage emitting bellow
More like exception than the norm
We watch, we listen, caught by fear
Or maybe joy the thunder brings
So far away, and yet so near
Precursor of so many things
March 5, 2026
MIDDLE EAST IN FLAME
DOW JONES NOW DOING THE SAME
TRUMP YOUR GAME YOU BLAME
She came in striding,
Head held high,
Careful not to let the crown fall
Defining the queen she is.
Her beauty blinds those who follow,
Even the birds fall silent,
As though afraid to chirp
Her glory away.
Melanin , her truest companion,
The finest friend she has ever known.
So pure, so refined,
Her skin smooth and soft.
A queen she is, not only of the East,
But a leader of the beast within.
Cross her path carelessly,
And her claws you shall meet.
Her foes shrink whenever she appears,
For she captures souls with a single breath,
And leaves doubters cursing their luck.
Swim in her milk and honey,
And summer will be yours to claim
For she is the Queen of the East,
A wonder she remains.
A fellow who lived free of sin,
Was alone and let no one in.
When asked for his name,
Or his claim to fame,
He said, “Eve, but now I'm Adam.”
Walking down the aisle was the dream with you, but it was all an illusion.
You left me with a poor excuse that caused my heart to bleed.
Drained of blood it became a dry slab of concrete.
We were already to begin the next step in the journey.
You lied when you said that we were each other’s Destiny.
Each person that came near me was a cause for you to be jealous.
That was your problem as I only had eyes on you.
I regarded them as relatives, two of them became my sisters when you voiced your moments of PP depression onto me.
You claimed that you had no help as you were surviving.
Now you claim that you are without a partner and have no money.
SO, why did you break away.
If it were the destiny for each one then you would have stated something different.
You are a liar that has not come to realize that the man for you was becoming the man you needed.
Goodbye Bell from the East, my heart resigns from you.
64.
West is Blue, East is Red, Philippines is Yellow
Go out when the sun sets
Watch birds return to nests
When fishermen end quests
And farmers leave harvests
The time everyone rests
So now face to the West
See and feel where it's best
Comfort is its behest
Blue – wall stars of U.S.
Blue – sea and sky conquest!
Go out when the sun rises
Witness birds begin quests
When fishermen cast nets
And farmers ready chests
The hour of work begets
So now turn to the East
Human faith melts mist
Red – motif of China
Red – worker's insignia!
Go out when the sun's highest
When shadows are shortest
Temperature's hottest
Celestial lights brightest
Festive moment its best
Yellow – Philippine Sun
Yellow – EDSA One!
Philippines – now behold
People – not blue and cold
Culture – not red and bold
Our nation's not that old
New age ‘bout to unfold
Glaring – yellow – sheer gold!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
A bus stop and a savage brute
all sewed up in a lion suit.
"Did you ever find where the Oz Wizard was?
(The lion-man belched a cloud of fuzz)
and those three ne'er-do-wells and that?"
He just said, "why'd ya think I'm fat?"
colored red and not so sweet
alatiris, cranberry of the east
I am the Lily of East London,a legendary,
luminous, lifeforce loaded.
My heart holds heavens, harvesting health
and harmony here.
The oceans obey,often observing my
outstanding order.
I am the vision vanquishing vexation,a valid,
vibrant,vital victory.
My presence warps reality,making dreams
the default state of being.
I am the diamond driving destiny,dazzingly
dominant and daring.
To All The Girls in East London:
Your collective power holds the very fabric of reality
together with effortless grace
East first West second
spiritually talk and
naturally too
Double Con Don says he hates it,
But we know he lies more than a bit.
It’s not the hate he’s feeling—
It’s displaced anger he’s concealing.
Is it for the many times she missed campaign rallies,
Or as First Lady, having poor performance tallies?
Maybe it’s for the absence from the White House
Or from the bedroom as a spouse.
So, he redirects his anger at the East Wing
And destroys it with the fiat of a king.
Did he give her any warning or destroy it in a blur,
Removing the First Lady’s office to spite her?
Morning of East dear heart let us praise the Lord
Let goods be conquered let evil go away
Call down to God wish your request from the Truth
Let goods be conquered let evils go away
At the twilight stand on prayer
Raise your hands turn your face to the azure
Sincerefully beg to The Most Generous
Let goods be conquered let evils go away
One of Ninety nine names is The Wise
From him comes every deliverance
Spreading face to the ground do suppliance
Let goods be conquered let evils go away
Written by El Hac Muhammed
Translation Onur Ünlü
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