A white tear bled from the foil seam,
a cold, lactic rot sliding down her woven leather heel,
drawing a pale, sour map across her instep.
I watched the porcelain skin of her shoe drink the milk,
and in that quiet curdling, my entire small frame snapped.
A choir of jagged iron shrieked beneath my skull,
tearing through the bone and behind my eyes:
a ruined child deserves no sun.
I did not wait for any reflex.
I dragged myself by the throat,
spat curses into my own ears,
and ran.
I bolted past the garden gate,
past the tall, unbothered grass,
my bare feet slapping the dirt in a rhythm of
self - contempt and fault.
In the damp dark behind the compost heap,
I pressed my face into the stinging nettles,
scraping my knees against the jagged limestone,
offering my own raw, bleeding shins to the air
to pay the debt for what I had done
praying the earth would swallow the wretched thing I was.
I hate the way you make my heart skip a beat each time you smile.
I hate that blue twinkle in your eye when you're about to speak.
I hate how my skin tingles when you gently stroke my hand.
I hate the way you rush to greet me because you say you missed me so.
I hate that music in your voice each time you're saying something sweet.
I hate the slight curl in your lips when you're about to say you love me.
I hate the way you call me sweetheart as the moon's about to rise.
I hate how natural it is for your arms to wrap around my shoulders.
I hate how calmness falls upon us when words are nowhere to be found.
But most of all, I hate the way you make it hard for me not to love you back.
All the blood that humanity has shed in wars throughout history
Succeeded only in irrigating the bloodthirsty battlefields of hate!
Demetrios Triiatis
16 September 2026
Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
I hate good-byes.
There is nothing good
in them.
They are too permanent.
Ominous par excellence.
I said good-bye
to a friend once,
never saw him twice.
No, there is nothing good
in a good-bye.
I favour
farewell.
"I hate it when..." Fill in the blank
We can divine evolutionary purpose for most emotions
Fear, love, compassion, etc...
That rational thought is supposed to leaven
"I hate it when I wake up tired."
When will we grow tired of hate?
To honor someone’s talent
While excusing certain views
Which the world may deem offensive
Is the stuff that makes the news.
For a well-endowed museum,
With a Costume Institute,
Planned to showcase a designer
Who’s the face of ill repute.
Known for comments that disparage
People different from his type,
Nonetheless, his output thrives
With many drawn into the hype.
Yet the show for Galliano,
With Ms. Wintour’s staunch support,
Raised the hackles of some donors
And those critics got to thwart
What, to me, was recognition
That should surely be reserved
For designers with both talent
And integrity observed.
Sometimes those with too much power
Make decisions which, I’d bet,
Turn the tide to flow against them,
Though they harbor no regret.
Of Unjust Harvesting
Will the grim reaper
ever tire of being
life’s chief killer;
and how long
will stopped,
stalled-beings,
be blown away
like crows
in forbidden fields?
Does not war yield
enough lives
to be reaped;
or will strange fruits
also forever be
joyously plucked,
by the satanic
harvester of hate?
ISSUE EXCHANGE RATE
WITH CANADA TRUMP DOES HATE
SIMPLY MORE RAGE BAIT
I refuse to dwell
in the shadows,
live in the shadows
write in the shadows
Victim poetry!
Perpetrators read
our entries, our posts,
delight in their
enduring power
keeping attached
letting go is liberation
while bitterness, hatred,
desire for revenge is a spirit
anchor
let the heart elevate,
levitate to Divine Light
and presence – Heaven
has no victims, open arms
welcomes back all souls
willing to forgive and love….
Dreary, for a thought-posture!
Bearing not up to reason
Falls in on itself.
That wall of hatred, defies
Beauty, its source. Hence to crush
In spirit, the self.
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.
There is a poison that has ravaged man
ever since creation
This poison deceived Adam and Eve
The poison pushed Caleb to murder
his brother
This poison was traced in the family of
Israel
I believe you know the story
This same poison pushed Haman to plan
The mass execution of Jews in the days of
Queen Esther and Mordecai
Now coming to recent times
Hitler and his henchmen planned the
extermination
of Jews during the second World War.
This poison is deadlier than that of the
Adder and the Cobra
The poisonous ivy is hate, now check
yourself if you do not have it reserved
There is an antidote for every poison
The antidote for hate is love.
The fool who falls...
The fool who actually cares,
The fool overcome by infatuation,
The fool who falls in love with hopes—
hopes of falling in love.
Falls for any pretty face—
faces that show kindness,
faces that smile at him.
Only the feeling of kindness is enough.
Truly a fool—
a fool that still believes in love.
affliction again backsliding bigotry insensitively vest
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
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