My Heart, home of the Undying is open and healed
Lifetime after lifetime arduous I journeyed, peeled
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A broken heart has no hole, yet it bleeds,
So time will heal the wound your hatred breeds.
This is a new golden horizon
This is a heavenlike season
Where everything is beautiful
And a serpentine rainbow looks wonderful
In the sky, in the heaven, in the air
Look! Countless birds are diving in the atmosphere.
This is a brand new season
This is a honeylike horizon
I wonder if this is a new spring
A new style to speak and to sing
Oh! I see. This is simply a new thing
A new genre to swing in the ring.
Hooray! Hooray! I am absolutely right
Everything will be alright, yes alright
No more sadness, no more pain
In spite of the surprisingly audacious rain
This is a heavenlike horizon
This is a new golden season.
There are countless rainbows in the sky
I cannot tell or invent a lie
This is a time to hope and to heal
And to come up with a new and better deal
Fire in the nerves, fire in the bloodstream
Look! Two fish are swimming in the golden stream.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
My oath, a word, a mission, a law,
to walk the sacred path of being human—
fierce, and yet profoundly kind.
My soul, a compass, divinely aligned.
I heal with a thousand salient balms—
words, deeds, and quiet thought.
For wounds unseen and histories unsaid,
a constant, quiet redemption I've sought.
I am a living truth of mercy's deep mechanics.
A quiet hand that mends the broken, a boundless sea of grace.
If my silence disturbs you,
know I am choosing health
over hollow greatness, over loud display,
and the fleeting shimmer of cheap grace.
My strength is born in stillness,
a vow my heart will keep.
I am good, not merely nice.
See me in the arc where Priest, Prophet, and King
bend toward justice.
To soul’s discourse when we deal well,
Wounds of heart hitherto heal well.
Let whole world see no good in you,
Clouds once clear, sun-moon reveal well.
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Epigram | 03.08.2025 | self, heart, clouds, sun
Note: Apart from being a Muktak, this could well be the first two couplets of a ghazal.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Heal the world 3
Let's leave our future generations
Our greatest ever gifts, give hope
Valued since the beginning of time
Earth for it provides our every need
Time is running out of our calamity
How could it go disastrously wrong
Extracting poison from deep within
Even as we begin to, it grasp reality
About how we're doing the damage
Remember, we can still begin repair
Today, we can begin that journey now
Healing the earth is leaving our hope
Heal the world 2
Together, We must try to heal this world
We can't just give up without even trying
We are the ones destroying this our world
When it's gone, there's no use in crying
earth has a deep yearning hunger to feed
Before it can once again meet our needs
What's there when it's our future? We borrow
All because we couldn't control our greeds
All because we wanted a brighter tomorrow
We took from the earth what's it truly needs
What will we leave for others to understand
As they meander through this desolate land
Do we care to stop this world ever from dying
Must act now for repairs to have any impacts
If we truly love ourselves, stop others dying
We're now running out of sufficient time to act
Let give back to the world what's it truly need
As it will give back to us exactly what we need
There lacks no fear in death,
?No pain in the grave.
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?There lacks no tears in the eyes,
?But the pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?The pen bleeds ink, a river of regret,
?As I sign my name to this fatal debt.
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?No tears in these eyes, that once shone bright.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?But I've wielded a different kind of blade.
?One that cuts deep, a wound that won't heal.
?A subtle reminder, of the life I've sealed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?I have wielded a two-edged blade.
?A life I have sealed.
?The wound may not be healed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
Grace is a free gift
That cover up all drifts
Even in its own shift
It troubles logical thefts
Truly, in problems, it seems there is no grace
Or you think many are out of space
May be its remains are of trace
Meant for those who set the pace
Working grace is for all
Just that many don't listen to its call
And leads it astray to their downfall
Yet, aligned beings get to stand tall
Someone paid for it
To let go of us- punishment
Our troubles and s
Laid down as the sheep for atonement
He died for our sakes
Without complaining of aches
Yet, for us; wines and breads, he bakes
And our destined home, he makes
We both jumped off a cliff,
I fell
You flew
We both went for a dip,
You swam
I sank to darker hues
Each night my dreams play
On replay
These similar troublesome tales
Yet the day brings the light
Which reflects the words I only dare believe
From your eyes
And the rhythm of your heart
Beats several strides slower
Just so mine can catch up,
Even though you've always been faster than me
What I mean is,
I'm the kind of gal whose EQ
Can't tell the difference between
"I appreciate you" and "you're a loser"
And my whole being can't understand why you never
Give up
On me
And after all I've been through
I'm also that one who's too afraid to
Pray for a miracle
Even though
God gave me you
I might be working the
Rest of my life
To see what's right in front of me
But even I'm not dumb enough to know it's worth it
N-urses
H-old
A-ll
L-ives,
Y-es,
N-ormally
B-earing
A-ssurance,
G-race,
A-nd
R-esilience
I-n
N-oble
A-cts,
O-ftentimes
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Nhalyn M. Bagarinao)
He was led to that fateful cross
God's mind was made up
He would suffer Jesus as a loss
No now I shall have him rise
He shall touch, teach, and to heal
His life's purpose became so real
Bring your sick along beside Me
Jesus healed the sick and lame
Heal me Jesus the woman cried
Jesus knew her and her name
Come to me dear daughter He said
Let me show you the forgiving way
You touched My cloak, it moved me so
She dropped to her knees and prayed
The Father and the Son go hand and hand
Their mission in life is to heal the land
All great things shall come to you from above
Written in the scrolls, the book of love
Here God answers every single prayer
Where non believers then come to believe
New Christians know He'll always be there
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