Let me expire in your sweet arms tonight
Let me give you my love, my last breath
Revive me, love me, and kiss me. Until death
We had promised to be together, that's right.
In your arms, I'm at ease and quite comfortable
There I feel being in heaven. I have tears in my eyes
Because we are in love. You understand my cries
My pains, my worries. You help me feel very stable.
Darling, you make me who I am. You put me to sleep
You rock me from time to time, like a lonely hammock
On a windy Sunday afternoon. Listen to the deep beep
Of my heart. Keep on soothing and caressing my back.
Read it again. Let me snore in your soft arms tonight
Let's keep our promise to be together until our last breath
Dream with me, rock me and love me as I love you until death
The birds are chirping. Get up, love; so we can redo it every night.
Copyright © December 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Dear Ukraine, I am sorry to have to inform you
that you must keep fighting and dying.
Dear Russia, your options are to die or kill.
We have arranged to end this unfortunate conflict
in 5 years’ time on May the 8th.
If there are any folks left by then
may they at least know
that the American war machine
and its military industrial complex
have added much wealth to their coffers,
and have made great technical strides
in the deadly arts of selective destruction.
Yes, it's quite true that most Americans
could not find Kiev or Moscow on a map,
but the general public are most ‘gong ho’
about all this madness,
indeed, most seem sublimely unfussed
about the very real possibility
of a looming nuclear holocausts –
now that’s what we call patriotic!
Please be assured that our politicians and pundits
also seem ever willing for you combatants
to sacrifice your sons, mothers, wives, and daughters
until democracy, freedom, and the American way
are restored somewhere.
The lands are full of treasures
The pottery materials
The costruction materials
The plants
The rivers
The mountains
The minerals
But once they are under man's feet
Man lost the respect for them
They explore
They conquer
They exploit
Until they become "deserts"
Dammed as dead as a dessert of the cruel world expert on expiration and determination of soul searching embracing a journey long lived dust and bones left the decaying of a box determining visiting hours flowers tears regrets expansions of dates
Black is the theme for no living thing
Do you think you could tell if a person was dying?
Would you stop everything to help them?
Fully obliging
What if the pain was impossible to see?
Not able to detect the suffering in her soul
Covered in debris
That girl, who walked the world only as a ghost
All her symptoms invisible to the human eye,
Her body, used only as a host
That girl whose wounds were so deep
Each day a piece of her vanished
Starved herself of love, surrendering to life,
Utterly famished
She may not necessarily be in a hospital,
Hooked up to wires
She's right next to you
Watching life’s clock, about to expire
How can you help her
If she already died
An empty shell is all that remains
The rest departed to the other side
Every time I wake up
Ill take another sleeping pill until im dead
Motionless
I miss myself
Throw up in my pillow
Take another pill
drift