Where there is injustice
There is corruption
Where there is justice
There is liberation.
Where there are rights
There is freedom
Where there are fights
There is martyrdom.
Where there are lies
There are thefts
Where there are cries
There are deaths.
Where there are smiles
There is happiness
Where there are styles
There is progress.
Where there is peace
There is love
Where there are feasts
There are doves above.
Copyright © January 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The vestiges of slavery methodically remain.
Blacks are being killed in broad daylight daily.
Blacks are discriminating against systematically.
Systemic racism is a cancer with a behemothic pain.
The symbols of slavery refuse to evanesce like
A shameful cloud lazily hovering over our head.
There is too much hypocrisy around the sad bed,
And too many racist tail-waggers are ready to attack.
Too many unwell uncle toms are not emancipated.
This is still a highly peculiar world. People don't mean
What they mean and many impostors can't be trusted.
The struggle must continue. Fights are never clean.
Backstabbing is prevalent. The injustice is unbearable.
Life is precious and priceless and yet hope is inevitable.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Nobody does something for nothing
Everybody expects something in return
If he doesn’t receive the prize, he will snatch the land
If he gives you something, he quickly extends his left hand
To grab or pilfer something in return
It’s dark, please turn on the lantern
An eye for an eye, an eye for a nose
To tell the truth, my friends, nobody knows
What the heck is going on
Piracy is a fantastic weapon
No prize, no land
No money, no band
No oil, no freedom
No fun, no gum
No kiss, no honey
No hugs, no money
Everybody wants something in return
It’s nighttime, please light the lantern.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
The raging waves of life toss her side to side.
Though she tries to live,
she’s left with only the will to survive.
She can’t say her efforts have been enough,
having shoved hard against the currents,
yet swallowed whole by the deep blue sea.
Still, she is proud of her flailing efforts,
for she fights for her will to live.
She needs more strength.
Anyone, give her an iota of it.
But even the loudest thoughts
cannot be heard.
Homemade ice cream made from snow
As white as the flakes in a snow globe
Tastes so good despite the cold
Chilling our lips tongue and nose
Grinning not always winning snowball fights
Dressed for warmth not wanting to go inside
Our weenie dog Jhat short only so high
Snow covered fur all up to his eyes
Playing with neighbors kids from the block
Having energy that seems never to stop
Watching dad shovel snow from the driveway
He never seems to mind that all we do is play
Snowflakes fall in a pattern of their own
Painting us all as we sing sleigh songs
The beauty of the snow painting from clouds
We will always remember it as if it is now
Petty indifferences invade your perception;
To cloud the pathways of your mind.
So that those delusions you've concocted,
Assault what’s left behind.
The trifling narrow mindedness you coddle,
Gives these fallacies their birth.
You forget your responsibilities,
When you can't recognize your self worth.
When you start barking orders;
Your ignorance comes to call!
I need no play by play;
I've no need to be told at all.
You’re giving them authority;
To hold your intelligence at bay.
Clearly I am not your enemy;
It's your anger leading you astray.
Prioritize all that rot!
Detour that confusion; get some peace.
Stop dwelling on trivial nonsense so that your problems will decrease.
Give and take as you command; it builds healthy respect.
Compromise always has the upper hand when it’s anger you reject.
Worrying is from your lack of faith;
You should never empathize your stress.
You can't let that last straw break your back,
You'll make your life a mess.
Don't take everything so critical!
Relax, you have to let it go!
Let’s sync together, you and I;
I’m your team mate, not your foe!
I still remember the day
You promised you'd stay.
Thought, not even in my dreams
How swiftly you could slip away!
Fights were meant to happer
But wasn't love to abandon.
Had you known the consequence
Our future would be to our convenience.
Whom should I blame
For my efforts are in vain?
In the throes of love I was
So naive to fathom your game!
Look what you brought in
An inextricable chaos my life’s been
How could you deceive without a clue?
Mind, your comeuppance is overdue
I will thrive anyhow
You reap what you sow.
Certainly you will not pass
Cause Karma keeps records.
My Hands Today
My hands are getting old today.
They are getting old right in front of my eyes.
I suppose the rest of my face is following,
But I can not see that happening.
There is some peace in that,
But my hands…?
I don’t mind hard work.
I never minded hard work.
I liked hard work.
I felt needed,
And useful at times.
Yet…
My hands suffered from the ordeal,
At the appeal of filling my heart
With a harvest of memories.
I guess it is expected that my hands are showing my age.
I turn the page with a pleasant smile,
Knowing that regardless of the visage that is my reflection…
I know that the Lord is with me,
And He guides my hands even now…
I pray…
To do as He asks of me,
Anytime I am blessed to be called.
Aging is just part of the process
Of experience, and of life’s long journey.
My hands are getting old today,
But that…
Is okay.
youthful water game
first person to get the hose
becomes the winner
I am persecuted
with no compassion,
here, there and everywhere,
I have no home anymore.
Wherever I go I'm a nuisance,
I just try to find my way
here, where all the beings
belong to.
You, humans are taken
all my habitats,
my everything from a breath.
I am the bad when I take
food for surviving,
but you are a hero killing
just for fun.
I am the Iberian wolf,
the one doesn't feel
like howling to the moon.
A murderer under
the farmers' eyes,
a fighter in the woods
without life.
Easy to blame me
for all the disasters
made by yourselves.
Hunt me until I'm extinct,
after all, I have not much
left to fight for.
Something, dear human,
we have in common,
fights and wars
for survival in lands
without respect, nor principles.
Kill me with your reasons,
you have the best guns,
I will kill your sheep,
I only have fangs.
Endanger I am,
so you will be,
a common life
we have to howl for.
Some numpty bad mouthed my soup style
I’ve taken a break for a while
But I won't be deterred
From writing about turd
And subjects some others deem vile
I’m producing book number two
It contains some poems on poo
Foul flatus departing
Old codgers rank farting
And my pet hate vile doggy doo!
Akshay,
Won’t take my attitude,
Won’t text to me,
Won’t give me advice,
Not anymore
Akshay,
Hasn’t talked to me all day,
Hasn’t texted all day,
Hasn’t given me funny feelings,
Not today
Akshay,
Doesn’t know what to say,
Doesn’t want to advise,
Doesn’t want to talk,
Not now
Akshay,
Has his own life,
Has a real life,
Has an unshackled life,
Not like me
Akshay,
Tells me not to think like that,
Tells me to quit comparing,
Tells me there’s worse out there,
So I’ll stop
Akshay,
Is only 16 hours away,
Is only a “wyd” away,
Is only a phone call away
They take that patient on that trolley.
Echoes bounce from that corridor,
from talk, from footsteps, from that wall -
and from that misery.
That misery is a mystery
for the guy on that trolley.
He hears that chat, those echoes
from those walls, those footsteps.
He also knows what happened
back at home, with that partner,
that fight, that punch, that grief.
That welcome trolley carries him, so smoothly.
(8 December 2023)
When eyes fail to differentiate love and hate
Consult doctor Christ because the sight fights to see.
July 16/2023
Many schools consist of religious fools
Arrogant teachers and misguided ambition
With 23 years of teaching experience
My transaction reflects five rules
Rule 1
Your colleagues are not your friends
They will turn on you from time to time
Rule 2
Watch for hypocrites
There are those who claim holiness
But are filthy inside
Rule 3
There are those who judge everybody
Because they have given up on their own dreams
Rule 4
Teachers will hate you
When your dream is bigger than theirs
Rule 5
Those that judge learners based on their skin colour
And their religious preference
That is eternal fire
Many schools consist of religious fools
Arrogant teachers and misguided ambition
With 23 years of teaching experience
My transaction reflects five rules
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
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