When I look back,
I see loneliness and an unfeeling heart.
Then I fell in love,
that's when my life truly starts.
I didn't think it was possible
to love someone so much
that you would almost die
just to feel her touch.
I can't imagine what would happen
or how I would survive
if you took your love away;
I could not keep my heart alive.
I can't explain the happiness
or joy that I have found
now that you've come into my life,
my world is safe and sound.
I wish I could give back to you
all that you've given me,
but the only thing I have to give
is to my heart...the key.
You tried, tried
And you cried
You never gave up
You found hope
As a last resort
Because you fought
Until the last drop of blood
Until the last shade of mud.
You are my angel, my hero
You refused to fall and to go
You cried, cried
And tried, tried
To succeed against all odds
You were strong and you wore pads
You tried, tried
And you cried.
Heroes cry too
And Angels cry too
You are a model to me
I respect your bravery
You are my inspiration
And my endearing passion
You tried and cried
And I too tried and cried.
Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
May we be blessed to live in a world
Where everyone has learned…
We are created to give more love
than can ever be returned
soft and spoiled
devices well-oiled
spoonfed babble
in protests, they dabble
convictions untested
by reality bested
today’s mudslingers ~
tomorrow’s right-wingers
When morning softly calls your name,
Yet body begs for sleep’s embrace,
Remember, dreams still burn their flame,
And only you can set their pace.
When obstacles block every view,
And others claim, “It’s not for you,”
Stand firm and say, “I’ll see this through,
My steps will break these walls in two.”
When hope feels lost and skies are grey,
Let heart become your guiding star,
For joy is not in wins alone,
But in the fight for who you are.
And if you fall, still rise again,
A warrior stumbles just to climb,
Each step you take builds your own reign,
A tower shaped by inner time.
When folks accuse or blame you,
just stay calm, keep quiet.
They run the world, it seems,
and there’s really no winning against their words.
So just keep going forward.
Give them the price they want.
Let go of whatever makes them mad.
Step back when you need to,
stay out of their sight and reach.
That’s the reality—if you’re open enough to see it—
ignore the noise,
heal the peace they once broke inside you.
Understand.
Forgive.
Move on.
They might think they own the world,
but you don’t have to stay connected.
Love yourself,
protect the peace inside,
and take care of your soul.
Guns stop firing, still the hate goes on,
with grievance still burning all along.
Peace talks halted, no hearts in repair,
Just hollow moments, trembling in air.
Need more than stalling, need to claw back trust,
Need to face the truth that inclusion is a must —
Not in the silence, but when hands entwine,
Not to encompass truce, but to redraw the line.
Hear what we're saying.
What we keep telling.
This ceasefire is only pause, not peace.
Guns fall silent; but none are melted down.
Ceasefire? — Just a pause.
Peace? — Takes a cause.
Stop the fight? — That’s nowhere near enough.
Mend the hurt? — We’ve got to do the hard stuff.
No more walls! — No more hate!
Justice now! — We will not wait!
Call it a start, but it’s not the end,
Peace turns a foe a'fighting into a friend.
Don’t pause at stopping, let the healing flow,
Plant seeds to settle; let green shoots grow.
The guns go silent, but the anger stays,
Smoke in riven hearts never just drifts away.
It's called a calm, but it’s just the hour before,
the storm returns, with deadlier power.
All we are saying —
Ceasefire’s not peace.
All we are saying —
Ceasefire’s not peace.
There's this fine girl
In my street
She said I'm very sweet
She licks me like ice cream
When the play starts
She gives me high screams.
Her body shape
Just like the coca cola bottle
She said she likes my muscles
She likes the way I grab her
She got the best styles and wine
When we start to ride
Then I ride her recklessly, she says faster.
This fine girl in my street
Don't play with anyone else
She always runs to me
Whenever she's bored
She said she likes my play and the vibes I give.
There's this fine girl
In my street
She said I'm very sweet
She licks me like ice cream
When the play starts
She gives me high screams.
Her body shape
Just like the coca cola bottle
She said she likes my muscles
She likes the way I grab her
She got the best styles and wine
When we start to ride
Then I ride her recklessly, she says faster.
This fine girl in my street
Don't play with anyone else
She always runs to me
Whenever she's bored
She said she likes my play and the vibes I give.
the seventies is my go-to decade
for it is when I was my cutest
and my three daughters were born
I looked terrific in my bell bottom jeans
the edge of them had rickrack and lace
I embroidered a happy face and flowers on her pockets
my go-to vest was loaded with fringe
I wore my hair long and messy; I felt wild and free
the music of the seventies was anti-war
Folk music of the Mamas and Papas
The Carol Burnett Show was marvelous
As was Barney Fife on Andy Griffith
Women did not have to wear make up
We could burn our bras, and we did
Helen Reddy wrote and sang “I am Woman”
It was a powerful time for us, especially me.
Ere I die, such a life give me, O God,
That I get unaware of me, O God,
So that my heart’s pain hover not on tongue,
Lifeless helplessness so heavy, O God,
That, on gulping oceans I go quenchless,
Give me quenchless quench so dreary, O God.
Give me downpours of pain, night of sorrows,
When did I say make me happy, O God?
Unknown to all, known to none, I remain,
Give me such madness so crazy, O God.
They all want to be happy in this world,
Did ye give happiness any, O God?
So, give me what ye give, madness crazy,
Only the mad seems happy be, O God.
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Ghazal |23.07.2025| prayer, life, irony
Note: Based on an Urdu piece by Harsh Brahmabhatt
Give Me To Trust Thee, Lord
In The Dark And Stormy Night!
When The Morning Seems So Slow To Come,
And The Stars Are Hid From Sight!
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Excerpt From "Great Verses Through The Bible" by F. B. Meyer
Give me a moment
Give me a moment
to collect my words of love
and share them with you
give me a chance to
express emotions of love
with a touch of you
give me your left hand
for it bears a trace of love
and it speaks of you
give me a lifetime
filled with idioms of love
at the core of you !
just give me paints and some brushes, the little girl said.
She had drops and drips all over her face and her head.
Her overalls were saturated with paints in reds and blue.
What else could we do? Asked her mother, what else could we do?
She painted her way through college, covering canvases galore.
Sixteen hundred paintings, and maybe two hundred more.
The paintings were crowding her parents who had no more room.
Can we sell them? Asked her mother, who was on Zoom.
No, the girl said, just burn them, I can make new ones every day.
But her parents could not do this, so they threw furniture away.
They got rid of their couches, chairs, and tables to make room.
“What happened to your house?” asked their daughter on Zoom.
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