Caribbean adventure await
Searching for the legendary amber diamond
Sealing one's fate
All packed ready mate
Emotions tingle about the mining
Caribbean adventure await
Taking the challenging bait
Swimming the ocean depths long and winding
Sealing one's fate
Discovered below great timing
Get your facts straight
Caribbean adventure await
Sipping tropical beverages on a date
Grateful, discovering the financial chiming
Sealing one's fate
Fool's river panhandling dining
Until someone yells, wait
Caribbean adventure await
Sealing one's fate
Unfortunately, the Haitian people have everything to lose
They are very fragile, humiliated, vilified, and abused
My people have been suffering for years, for centuries
On the pavement, in the streets, in the harbor and on the high seas.
Our people, our brothers and sisters!
Their wicked leaders once in power, the liars
Change all plans to the detriment of the poor
Who are quickly forgotten in the filthy cans
Their spleen, sweat and blood flow are floating in the sewers
They are despised by hens,
By guinea fowls, by roosters, and all types of demons
It was yesterday that they were applauding like dummies,
Cheering, hoping to be awarded with crumbs and pennies.
These zealous brothers are on fire, they are now deaf and crazy
at the end. Even patience has borders and boundaries
Where greedy, covetous and corrupt officials behave like evil yeasts.
Copyright © January 23, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Life is a court and I am its jester
A miserable comic with a knack for obsolescence
The bells on my hat draw disgraceful attention
To the tasks I cannot juggle
And the knives I cannot dodge
And yet, I make them laugh
If only at my misery
At least I can’t say
I’m nobody’s fool.
Some blokes who smoke think it's okey-doke
to throw their still-lit dog-ends on the ground
it's mostly men or so I've found
then there are those who continually spit
how disgusting is that yet what can we do
to make them quit
and litter louts bug me too
while others chew gum and when done
stick it wherever they are able
such as chairs or under tables
with no regard for anyone
they're inconsiderate mindless fools
who behave that way and think they're cool
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
- Ship of fools, on a cruel sea
Ship of fools, sail away from me
It was later than I thought
When I first believed you
Now I cannot share your laughter
Ship of fools -
Tide so high, the fleet just sails on in
Like at the beach of Normandy
Only now it’s no liberating force
But a farce of laughing mothers
Coming to claim what we now value
So cheaply as to have no worth at all
Wave after wave they come
Laughing all the way
No care for customs, no care for culture
Just here for the hand out
A little anchor in the storm
The storm that rages the whole world round
Let me into your homes
Let me into your schools
Let me into your halls of power
Because they are all mine now too
The whole world together, united
In this ship of fools.
(7/1/26)
(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)
Have you noticed
How it’s become a thing
To expect others to be as stupid as you
And then when they aren’t
Label them with whatever moniker
Of hatred their unvirtue deserves,
Like “racist”, “fascist”, “whateveraphobe”?
The virtue of fools
Is that whatever they think and say and do
Must be virtuous
Because of course, they are virtuous
Simply by being,
Which is, of course, simply
Why they are fools.
The stupid, like the dead, have two things in common
Neither know they are,
And neither know what they are missing.
What is virtue you say?
Whatever it is that fulfills your purpose
The fulfillment of which
Separates the foolish from the wise.
(6/30/26)
Snuggle bunny type oldsters were dancing in line
at a cowboy bar where things were ten out of nine
they did not have the hats or the boots but they knew the routine
We are the line dancing fools, they told the rodeo queen
A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
The Poets are our quintessential rebellious, rebels
The Maroons, the Braves, and the Daredevils
There is a ton of biases even in simple poetry
The Poets are known to be born freedom fighters
The unafraidheroes of hell, the sweet bees
Which can sing and sting, and deliver honey
Even in Poetry, we encounter weird free-loaders
Sick unabashed orators and pusillanimous braggers.
The Poets are born to be different, legally liberal
Awkwardly conservative, strong ass-kickers
Blunt truth seekers, and not obedient ass-kissers
Call the generals, the Police, and bring the arsenal
Of bloated words, and epithets; dumb or foolish attributes
Write verses and elegiac poems to pay countless tributes
To the sorry plagiarists, and to the ill-polished writers
Nobody cares anymore about the well-versed truth tellers.
Copyright © November 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hand in hand we sit in the clouds
No one else knows
What we’re talking about
We roar with laughter
Face red and eyes wet
Not from sad tears,
From the laughter we get
Hers rings like a bell
A loud whimsical tune
Mine roars like a bear
And the silence is hewn
What is it about her?
Cuz she has me whole
My body, my mind, my heart
And my soul
Her eyes glow like summer
Her smile is the spring
The only fall for us, in love
And no cold winterbrings
Even silence is golden
Her face says it all
As we rest with contentment
Doing nothing at all
Two jovial jesters
In a world hard and mean
Forever side by side
With a shoulder to lean
We laugh and we snicker
We tumble and roar
But one look in our eyes
And together, forevermore
You breathe in the air, dear,
since no scars could make you sad.
I was more than I thought,
but right now I am stuck here.
I am not even feeling the ground beneath my feet,
neither can I feel the pen
nor can I see any ink.
It’s all plain,
and I am scribbling,
trying to form words.
O dear me,
you are being drowned
by your sunken thoughts.
But you are able to touch,
feel, and smile, dear.
And you are too young to realize
that no one stays here.
O God,
I wish I could have been less intelligent,
as I can see fools living happily everywhere.
An open minded person, is truly hard to find,
there are many say they are, then they lose their mind.
An open minded person, is simple and true,
they sit down to talk about things, with you.
They can see beyond their self, you see,
that’s what open minded, is to me.
With many different perspectives, just one view,
an open minded person, the things they can do.
An open mind, is a growing mind, you see,
being open minded is one of the key’s.
The key’s to life and happiness, no more of the dread,
an open mind, is alive in your head.
You can’t tell it no, cause it will find a way,
an open minded person, can save the day.
Being open minded, means truly being alive,
open minded people, only with their thoughts, they strive.
For to fuss and fight, is a fools best friend,
as they will argue, to the foolish end.
No fuss, no cuss, no bark or bite,
an open minded view, is always right.
I just watched the olympic opening ceremony
from Paris.
It was sad to see how the stadium booed
the American team and vice President.
(NBC muted that for you sensitive Americans).
Let’s wax poetic - wax on..
They celebrate our country's wreck,
the beggary of brats who delight
in the cheap satisfaction of ignorance
and take their oath to the corrupt king
despite the felon’s many malicious
practises against the state
oppression feeds upon such souls
They delight in his
blunt and graceless style
and churlish superscriptions
that alter every hallowed surface
What fool forsakes friendship,
respect and alliances for enmity?
They could not be the base slaves of
a meaner party - for is there a serpent
with less good will?
wax off..
.
.
A song for this:
Auld Lang Syne by Susan Boyle
Passing Ships and Fools
When you define yourself
and bare all to see,
the truth revealed
is that they’ll see a fool.
When I was young,
they said I was foolish,
and now that I’m old,
they say I’m a fool!
“No fool like an old fool,” they say,
“clinging to the past!”
When we were young
and tussled in the grass,
some cried uncle, some didn’t;
most of us wavered.
With age, you’d think
we’d learn and get smarter,
but instead, we got dumber.
“If only” woke up
and walked out the door;
chalk it up to experience.
In my youth, I was a sailor
who sailed the seas.
Today, I make merry
and tell stories.
***
They stream in, seeking liberty
hoping for some sympathy
America once extended a welcome
Today the outstretched hand is seldom
Leaders neglected to check the newcomers
for police records, to view their true colors
We let in too many criminals, too much crime
with neither good reason nor rhyme
A perfect storm ensued
migrant murder and corruption
dominates the news
giving well-meaning Americans the blues
A tragedy could have been averted
had not government shirked its sworn duty
But now there are mass deportations
narrowly backed by a jilted population
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