Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we say the things we say
when there's everything else instead
why use such stupid words can’t ever be unsaid
until you go out on a limb you’ll never know the view
it's nice from far but far from nice
true from far yet oh so far from true
when thunder rumbles here comes the rain
no umbrella soaking wet again
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we choose the things we do
with all the everything else to choose
why decide on pointless wrongs can't ever hope to use
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing then it's another
and sometimes it's both why do I even bother
be it ever-so humble as if that's not all
give it the gas and the car will stall
hey that's the way the cookie crumbles
Time has no wings
But it flies faster than bald eagles and fast jets
Time has no rings
But it is engaged or bound to ‘no safety nets’
And married with death.
We are all migrants in the depth
Of the valleys. We are passing by
Like the wind. No matter how hard we try
We will have to go
Like an unwanted cargo.
Time is nobody’s enemy
Be smart to lend a hand
To a stranger, for no real friend
Exists in this messy quagmire
Where everything is strange and dire.
We really own nothing
We are all living on borrowed time
We shall pay for the crime
Remember that we own nothing
Yet we keep on fantasizing and dreaming.
Time, which is not an enemy
Owns everything under the sun
And everything under the blue moon
FYI: Nobody has returned from Heaven
Not even the wisest angel of the deep blue Sea.
Copyright © April 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
New poem/Emanciated Pigeon:
Gypsy Queen silent king keep your city clean
The fortune of cats eye red Enjoying life on Mars
Burning oil blackened tires sweaty palms
Charging full speed trying to lose the truth
Let's go Light show I'am in no rush just collecting memories
Twilight forever changing scenes cobble sidewalks silent highways
Born upon this world a sentence to search for absence of death
Heaven and Hell and my bicycle that someone stole
skin deep
Exposed sensation
deep In trenches of a spongy generation
I don;t hear the dreams and promises of a worn out car
Have to file my chains and ask the man why i'am paying for chance of richness and everything under the sun
No better time don't rewind just be the robot you never were
The magic and the witches can only prove appeal
Never give up a fight no matter how small
Its worth a lifetime even to find out you was wrong
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.
Welcome to the gallows my friend
Welcome to your lifes end
You lived you life so fast and hard
So from life you have been barred.
Worshipping everything under the sun
Taking what you wanted with a gun
From state to state
You made your own fate
So Welcome to the gallows my friend
Your life will soon end
Life on the run
I know hasn't been fun
Stealing and forcing your way
Your heart getting colder each day
Those you hurt without a care
To them you were so unfair
Welcome to the gallows my friend
Welcome to your lifes end
Money and greed
Taking more than you need
The hate you did breed
Indeed
Lifes had enough
May sound rough
Hell does await
For people filled with hate
Welcome to the gallows my friend
Your life now ends
Let’s take a long walk
So we can have a long talk
About everything under the sun
And anything on earth, hon.
Let’s take an afternoon walk
Baby, we need to talk
About common sense
And all specimens of nonsense.
You and I must stay together
Honey, you and I must gather
All pertinent information
So we can have an honest discussion.
I loved you then and I love you now
I am talking for myself. Let’s wow
Each other as we stroll on the sand
Let’s talk, chat and laugh in the wind.
Let’s enjoy the long walk
Until the sun disappears
Let’s remain friends and peers
Let’s remain lovers and let’s talk.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Of course, you know that everything under the sun is possible
Even though so many of those things are highly improbable
When it comes to the question of little green men peeping at us, however
I'd encourage you to open your mind as wide as you can; never say never
Because just the other day I was minding my business, writing a fun poem
When I felt the strangest sensation, that someone was looking into my home
And sure enough when I looked out the window, and all around
There they were: Two little men from the Green Co., planting grass in the ground
The lockdown is over, all finished and so the
unfinished jobs should be done,
indoors painting ceilings, outdoors borders weeding,
and everything under the sun.
A toilet not flushing, a pipe outside gushing,
all fixed and now working just fine,
patio slabs needs fixing, some mortar needs mixing,
the Garden of Eden's like mine.
But now, after so long, where did it all go wrong?
There's so much I still need to do,
the patio I've bungled, the border's a jungle
and can't still use one of the loos.
The answer, I fear, is when having a beer
in the sunshine, and those days were many,
instead of just one, I had more, 'till they'd gone
and the jobs ticked as done? There weren't any.
My keenness was flagging, the missus was nagging,
each job I'd not done just glared back,
the rows all then started, surprised we've not parted,
if I worked for her, I'd be sacked.
Out comes measuring tape, for there's now no escape
do each job on the list 'till they're done,
One day I'll get a beer, but it will be, I fear
mid December, and there'll be no sun.
worst types of people in the world
my mother had opinions
about everything under the sun
dividing the world
into those that bored her
amused her or charmed her
dividing the world in those that knew
and those that did not know
she had particular scorn
for so called experts
saying a PHD
meant BS piled high and deep
never trust an expert
she would expertly assert
her greatest scorn
her greatest scorn
was for reformed drunks
calling them the worst
of the lot
they should shut up
and have a drink already
she smiled as she drank
and pontificated
about the political class
she had enough of them all
berkeley hill liberals bored her
bored her silly
with their endless games
among the literati set
"For everything under the sun, there is a time"
Time to meet you
Time to pursue you
Time to give you all
Time to bring you smiles
Time to understand you
Time to risk for you
But in fairness, should time be about you alone?
Find time to meet me
Create time to pursue me
Give me your all at a time
Bring me smiles at some point in time
Set time to understand me
Let there be a time you take risk for me
True love is only complete in mutuality
I love you
You love I.
I've got two lips that speak of you
In between themselves
Up and down they flap around
About you and no one else
They can't seem to keep a secret
Given up on trying
They love you and really mean it
Smile as you walk by
I've got two lips that whistle
So much more than Dixie
If you lean in to their whispering
You'll hear them say please kiss me
They will unashamedly turn up
In a Northern direction
Whenever your lips show up
Hoping for affection
My two lips have had this wish
To meet up with yours
And seal their fortune with a kiss
Making this a crowd of four
Where our four lips will talk about
Everything under the sun
Making out our favorite sound
Of how much they're in love
I’ll always remember
That morning when unexpectedly
I phoned you from the bus station
It must have been four a.m.
You came running to meet me
I’d never been so happy to see you
The chill in the air was delightful
We strolled for hours
The downtown sidewalks and canal
It was much too early
To find an open coffee shop
We finally stopped at a park bench
At times joking and laughing
At times ponderous and peaceful
Talked about everything under the sun
Shared our thoughts and philosophies
That’s when we decided
To share homebrewed coffee
It was a time to cherish forever
Precious among my most tender memories
Read on air by invitation ~ May 5, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 28, 2017 for contest FREE VERSE III sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 3RD
A friend will laugh with you
and cry tears with you
will see you at your best
and see you at your worse
always lend a hand
helping where they can
you spend hours talking
of everything under the sun
the words just seem to flow
the hours just seem to go
time or distance does not erase
the special bond you form
you read each others thoughts
a friendship that cannot be bought
it has no price tags
no hidden agendas
it is give and take
sharing each others moments
some will come and others will go
some will stay a lifetime
Sound it to the farthest regions
Jesus is coming.
Tell it to the doubting hearts
The messiah will return
On a cloud of glory
With a retinue of trumpets
Riding in as a victorious king
Coming to take you home.
Sound it to the waiting brides.
Gird up your virgin attires.
Your head covered with a gele of holiness.
Your waist firmly covered with an akwa-ocha of joy
Your feet firmly shod with high heels of evangelical victories.
Your neck fully adored with beads of charity.
Your wrists firmly fitted with bangles of patience.
Scream it to the wavering minds.
Look around and marvel at His works.
Turn the flashlight within and affirm the weakness of the human will.
Research and uncover the changes He brings into a willing heart.
Inquire the true consequences of denying His existence
Understand that everything under the sun and outside Him is vanity.
Sound it to the old maids in the world.
Your *Tom tom* is on His way.
Your *Olowo ori* is coming to make good His promises.
Your *dim oma* is coming to wipe all tears away.
Sound it to the entire universe.
Jesus is coming back.
#BASHORUN
How can you live? How can you be?
I exist in one form or another everywhere
I am your best friend when you run.
I keep you energized when you swim
I am the reason you can say life isn't fair
I am the force giving life to everything under the sun
Every word that will ever be spoken I begin
Take a moment and Breathe me in
I am Air forever your kind and gentle friend
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