Its prefferable to allow speech to be free
For 'only then' can others consider?
Of the orators intent; and
Ideas? Also mentallity.'
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.—my noble brother of freedom and peace,
Peace and justice ringing from mountaintops like consecrated chapel bells,
Bells resounding high and low across the hilltops and the valleys below,
Below, where the meek and humble gathered to sow their seeds of faith.
Faith, small as a mustard seed, yet mighty enough to move great mountains—
Mountains of despair overturned through the pursuit of equality and justice for all,
All God’s created people, without exception, endowed with equal human rights,
Rights granted by the Creator to all humanity in our blessed pursuit of happiness.
Happiness and freedom flowing from God’s love into the heart of humanity—
Humanity awakened to equal justice, righteousness, dignity, and emancipation,
Emancipation and representation earnestly sought, courageously fought, and won,
Won through radiant visions of hope shedding luminescent light upon the weary.
Light filled with saving grace from above, restoring strength to the brokenhearted,
Blessings from the Creator—bestowed upon those fashioned for everlasting love.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr., Ph.D., Epulaeryu Master. All Rights Reserved. December 1, 2025.
THE RACE
The race is still on;
our ebon-race being chased:
Let’s keep racing on:-
Did you cry for me
when none but the crows
was both black and free
in them cotton rows?
When you saw me hung
did you cry for me
as my body swung
from the lynchin tree?
Such prosperity
must taste mighty sweet
Did you cry for me
when I didn't eat?
Heard you gone some years,
died in poverty
and I cried no tears...
did you cry for me?
They reside on the other side.
They bathe in fertility.
They own yard-keepers and servants;
Dogs, cats and charming plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us,
Swallow the transparent dust,
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
They reside on the other side of town,
Over the mountains.
They bathe in tranquil fertility
Of the country-side.
They ignore that we are the same
And that we experience daily the same dilemmas.
One day, them and us, all of us will answer
Present deep in the river, under the karmic bridge.
P.S. This poem was originally written during my college years. Nelson Mandela was still illegally and wrongfully jailed, spending (wasting) 27 years of his heroic and precious life unjustly incarcerated. Mr. Nelson Mandela and my African brothers and sisters are the sources of my inspiration.
Copyright © circa May 1984 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I am a hostage inside my mind, A wall of
crippling deformities
I want to emancipate myself from you, to
rid these tortured thoughts that burn
words of poisonous acid, deep into the
darkest corners of my mind.
But how, without killing oneself
i followed where the birdsong led
landed onto heaven's paradise
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Let's sever all the chains
Through all types of pains
In order to get there
Let's take the trains
In order to get there
We must fight for our rights
We are not afraid to turn days
Into wonderful and starry nights
In order to enjoy better journeys.
Let's break all the chains
Together
Through various unbearable pains
Let's take the trains
Together
In order to reach the mountaintop
Ladies and gentlemen, this is no small trap
We are determined to get there
It is the right thing to do on this sphere.
Let's cut the odious chains
Amidst all plethora of pains
With all our might
Let's take the speedy trains
In the middle of the fight
We will turn nights into days
In order to enjoy better journeys
The struggle is a very long one
This is a battle that we will win.
Copyright © May 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
Finally
Our God Almighty
We are free
Thanks to Juneteenth
We are free
This is the end of slavery
Thanks to Juneteenth
Finally
Thanks God Almighty
We are free.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
There's nothing positive about racism
However, this cancer dehumanizes everyone
This bacterium kills all good pisum sativum
All necessary ingredients that distinguish a human
From something worst than a sinful animal.
There's nothing good about racism
The racists are the naughty scums of the es
The vile predators that thrive on controversial
Issues, the narcissistic skunks, and the bogus kites
That won't fly during a storm of schism and racialism.
Racism is reserved for the worst fetid pest
Racism is of course for the worst of the worst
Racism is indeed for the funkiest of the funkiest
Racism is reserved for the most hangdog waste
Slavery is the original bigot of racism and bias
From this narcissistic evil begets race and unfairness
Slavery is an abhorrent crime against humanness
The most abject and fusty form of selfishness.
Copyright © July 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry
Hatred is a sort of colonisation
It governs the heart
Like colonisation governs a colony
Where freedom is restricted
Love exhausted
Hegemony impudent
And the mind becomes a slave
Chronically angry and frustrated
And so a spiritual release is needed
Maybe through a religion
Or a blessing from God
We will all die one day
But don't kill yourself
Nor force yourself to death
Because someone wants you to
You can only liberate yourself
from your worries
By taking a positive step
And not making life worst
She thought she had been healed,
Of her wounds and pains,
She thought she had been mended,
Of the tears and cuts.
Time hasn't done much to heal her,
Seasons hasn't done much to erode the hurts,
Nightfall hasn't done much to cloak her traumas,
Maternity hasn't done much to blank the injuries.
She carried them on the inside,
They journey each mile with her,
She cocooned them in her chamber,
She pushed them to a corner of her cauldron.
Her passing away elucidated them,
Her mother’s demise brought them to light,
As she talked about her mother's neglect,
The stifled pains eased gradually.
The burdens of decades were taken off,
The latent pressures wore away,
There was a rush of the healing stream,
She could see with new eyes.
October 24, 2022.
America is beautiful, great and wonderful
Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful
In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans
The African Americans and other minorities
Yet, America is one of the best countries
In the world to be part of or to become citizens
Slavery remains an everlasting thorn in her history
Discrimination is an insecere cancer which won't go away
Any time soon. In the USA, one can always find a way
To survive, to make it amidst the chaos and the irony
Yes, America remains a land of a plethora of opportunities
We all hope and dream of a better America
We all pray and wish for a better America
Where breathe love, peace and auras of positive energies
We love America when she's right, just and fair
America, America can be like a Giant Bear
Who will equally protect her children
America can be like an uncelestial heaven
Let's celebrate Juneteenth: the emancipation proclamation
And the Fourth of July with love, peace, respect and admiration.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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