Life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear
reverberating kindness' hope
allowing hearts that hold each dear
remain vibrant as they both cope.
Against confusion-propelled woe
life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear
while faith lights partners midst truth’s glow
vanquishing angst of deceit’s fear.
Upon faithful devotion’s gear
toward triumphant friendship-tie
life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear
as hearts beat as one, closely nigh.
Tuned gladly with serene refrain
relationship basks in blest cheer
thanking God that along race-strain
life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear.
"THE SON STILL SHINES"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 9/30/26)
Beautiful is the horizon
Although the sun, may be skewed
It matters not what we see with our eyes
The sun still shines beyond our view
Sometimes when the clouds appear
We think that it is gone
But that's when it's time to refocus
For we have the strength to carry on
The dawn will break once again
Just as the morning always comes
As we learn to refocus our eyes
Away from what others have done
There's beauty shining through you
You are beautiful, can't you see?
It doesn't matter what others think
The beauty is still in you and me!
Fixing to rise
Giddy-up now, friend, don't delay
Fixin' to ride
Where the silver morning sun plays
On the range, I keep the wild ways
Let's go forth together today
Fixin' to ride
Fixing to rise
Giddy-up, my friend, don't delay
Fixin' to ride
Where golden morning sunlight plays
Across the range, we'll ride freely
Let's chase the open sky today
Fixin' to ride
Fixing to thrive
Giddy-up, Cowboy, don't you delay
Fixin' to ride
Where the desert moonlight can play
With sunset and hearts runnin' free
We'll leave some tracks behind today
Fixin' to ride
Fixin' to brighten the sky!
IN AND OF GOD’S NURTURING
The birds have their nest;
Likewise, the bees have their hive:-
We have the scriptures:
Let us nest and hive ourselves
In guiding deliverance:-
With hatched scriptured words,
Let’s be stung with their wisdom,
And divine guidance:
In the sweetness of God’s love,
Healing grace nested and hived:-
Heart racing, mind searching for answers.
So stuck. On the brink of tears.
Yet He remains good.
The need to control, the need to know.
Holding my breath for certainty that won't come.
Yet He remains good.
He holds my future in His hands.
With hope and purpose in His plans.
And for that, He is good.
Success can be won by
Talent and timing, or sheer presumption,
But Righteousness is acquired in the
Unseen range of options
Where no bravos exist.
The world may recognize the
One who rises,
Yet virtue belongs to the one
Who refuses to rise by stepping
On anyone else.
Success proves you reached
The top.
It never proves you deserved the climb
Love you are so sweet, you are the one I love, you make me feel so high.
High like the mountains, your love takes me high and high that I feel like I am in the sky.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love when you are near, I feel your care, your smile lights the room, like a moon shinning you shine bright in my heart.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love you so much, you make all of my nights feel bright, you make all of life’s moments feel special and bright.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I hold stories
Too heavy for daylight
And too sacred for the careless
Hands.
Some cut.
Some heal.
Some stay buried
I'm not quite-
I'm chosen
Shadow remembers,
Soul decides.
I keep what must be kept,
A guardian of bone-deep
Truth
And the lessons that live
Beneath it.
Every secret I carry
Is a warning,
A witness,
A map.
Keeper of Secrets.
The letter l minuscule
Is taller than I majuscule
A.I.
Has more than one eye
Are you baffled or confused?
Are you troubled or amused?
A.I. is the elephant in the sky
Watch out for the evil eyes
A.I. was invented by zealous spies
A.I. is in the sky. A.I. is ubiquitous
Everybody is talking about this phenomenon
Nobody knows if A.I. is an angel or a demon
Yet, this bad boy or bad girl is complex and audacious
A.I. is flying high
Like a lie in the sky.
P.S. Leave AI alone.
Copyright © September 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
An epiphany, a miracle! I have seen the light,
while fluidly, fluently focused on the night.
I am one with the universe, at last I'm free!
I flow through it, as it flows through me.
And what emerged from this darkness, this blight,
was a perception, a reflection, an acceptance...
an acceptance of my blessed inner light.
I am weightless, suspended, with astral sight.
Oh spectacular, speckled night, forged by dying might,
the inner peace I sought my whole life, is no respite.
Compassion, walking hand in hand, with patience, tolerance,
entwined with sympathy, empathy, and what I know to be right.
Why did I only just find, these lost keys to my mind?
Now, look at what I have unlocked, it's gold, refined.
But why, oh why, did it wait till I was much clearer,
but oh so very much nearer, to the end of the line?
THE AWENESS OF AUTUMN
Autumn has arrived;
Naked-tree lessons coming:
Survival canvassed:-
Naked trees canvassing us,
The nature of living faith:-
For some, living faith
Can often be a challenge;
And even questioned:-
Through Autumn and its Winter,
Let us be in Living Faith:-
TO BEING AS IF A DOVE FROM ABOVE
Life’s more
than living
it is also giving
and receiving
before leaving
all you had to bear
and even adore
before closing
its living door
with nothing more
to be given or to share
and the greatest more of all
should be how you had a ball
in the given task from God above
that always kept you in labors of love:
so
go
and live a life of love
as if
God’s
dove
sent
from
above;
life lived as God’s bird of whom all have heard:-
Time is like the flow of water; it flows, it moves, it creates and loves with its flow.
Time is the movement of all things; it has no end, it moves at its pace, like a runner it has its pace.
Sometimes time move slow, than fast, it seems to control its speed and can go fast than slow.
Time controls a lot, it allows us time to miss or be in a spot, like an arrow moving in space; it has the ability to control the outcome.
Time we have to pray, to love, to forgive, are all gifts from God on our way through this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Dear Self,
I left you open to attack
I see you now, standing in
The places
Where I should have covered
You,
Where I should have said no
Sooner,
Where I should have walked
Away faster
You were lax when the
World was sharp,
Open when the moment
Demanded armor,
Trusting when caution
Would've saved you.
And I let you face storms
I should've stood in front of.
I didn't protect you the way
You deserved.
I didn't guard your tenderness,
Your hope,
Your quiet belief that people
Mean what they say.
But I hear now.
I'm learning your personal space
Your limits
Your sacred spaces.
I won't forget you again
I won't leave you exposed.
I won't let the world take
More
Than you can bear.
You are mine to
Keep safe. And I'm finally
Ready to do it.
For me, no Elephant is too big,
i hope' in any Room? though it be
Ever so small. To name by name
I hope i'm game? always to make
That call.'
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