An event planner from birth,
he becomes annoyed to notice
what had been short-range planning
is now long-range
hoping to renew
anthropocentric intelligent investment
What sentience may his cells,
molecules,
atoms have that remains?
Now free to transverse
transform
transparent with non-other
neighbors
Looking for unconditional love
compassion
enlightenment
cooperative empowerment
With synergetic
energetic
united,
but not uniformed,
neighbors
Rematriated,
reformed
from patriarchal caste position
preservation
compulsion
Recreating a less anthropocentric view,
panentheism becomes as humanely obvious
as sacred ethos wealth
embracing organic eros health
Renewing virtues
of green ecological climates
planning a robust EarthMother democracy.
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Which comes first?
asked Justice Sage
of Peaceful Muse
Divinely inspired Peace
or Humanely expired Passion?
For amusing organic bodies
inspiring sage minds
perspiring pronoia purposes
While DivineSage minds
worship HumaneMuse bodies
anticipating deep sacred meanings
Unveil organic unitarian Muse
purposes flowing toward
prevailing universal sacred Sage
meaningful peace forms
Pronoia Gaia's hypothetical paradox
Gnostic God's metaphysical orthodox
How could SageMind remember anticipating
organically resilient purpose
without MuseBody religiously conjoining
sacredly resonant meaning?
Why would democratically organic bodies
reproduce belonging
autocratically irreligious minds
seduce longing
For sacred AnthroSage inspiring Peace
love songs refueling
Organic EarthMuse perspiring Passion
justice dances restoring
Which sacred longing first
comes organic belonging last?
asked peace perspiring MuseBody
inspiring SageMind passions.
But not the interminably hopeless daddy longlegs
some say cellar spiders also know as the cranefly
lurking amidst the shower curtain then
flapping wildly all around my hat
just not first thing on
a Monday morning when stark staring
and uncoffeed thus it must
be duly despatched with an implement
humanely and meanwhile the water's
spraying in all directions
Later on leaving my nosy neighbour beckons
from her window and announces
there's a wet patch on the outside wall
you must have a leaky bath
you'll want to get that sorted and
I'm already late and it's the dullest
blanket grey dullest cold beans for breakfast
not that you have time for it
dead nothing morning and I wish you the best of
luck with the rest of it
Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.
Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.
Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013
Hearts shattered
Open ice
Friendly smiles
Competitions vice
A tie, they say
A game well loved
How can we win
When peace is the ideal above
We slaughter them humanely
We butcher them halal
Oil don't do well on our coast
And Orca's don't do well there
Are we better at entertaining than winning?
Now there's an original thought
We'd better burey the Oilers
Otherwise we'll get caught
Singing with outside
transcendent
ego-theistic
wealthy resonant voice
while dancing inside
Eartheistic
healthy resilient choice
RePresents ancient sacred reconnections
of messianic verbal thoughts
invoking bodhisattva nonverbal feelings
Amusing muse vocations
re-presenting compassionate communications
contentiously contenting
indigenous EarthTribe wisdom
Singing while dancing
mindbody
humanely divine
crown/root chakra
expanding circles of resonant
resilience.
In the dark cellar
where I lay my young head
there were shadows rats,
and phantom squeaks.
All night long
hunched silhouettes
nibbled at the space
between them and me.
Luckily, I had a superman figure
who rodeoed them all
into a toy plastic hospital
where they were put down
humanely.
As I was,
when I mentioned my fears
to unblinking parents.
There’s an old canal close by where I live,
and an empty lock made of stones massive,
traipsing around there, the place can amaze
just seeing how the whole of it was made.
There’s no mortar here, between these great stones,
they align perfect, no a gap is shown;
to do this with hand tools and draft oxen,
not just one lock, but again and again…
There are still hollow where great doors did swing,
sealing the lock up to keep water in,
holding it back without concrete of steel,
and no great engines, just pullies and wheels.
The canal itself, so humanely straight,
by spyglass and spring they made it this way,
with but shovel and pick to prove their own worth
they dug a river across the damn Earth!
Two centuries later it still remains,
two hundred years on who would know my name?
Sure, I write poems, but poems are talk,
these men carved themselves in the very rock,
the canal they built now sanctuary
for birds, fishes, turtles swimming lazily,
the towpath they built no a walking trail,
where kids ride their bikes when weather is hale,
seeing what grandfathers built back in time,
what men do with hard work and focus of mind.
I have been attending to a sick Chevy.
My neighbor
who I never talk to
or about,
has left a note on the hood
of the truck...
both a warning and a threat:
that the cops have or will be,
or may in the future
be notified!
I think I will have to have
the vehicle humanely put-down.
There’s no fixing the old bag
next-door though.
Internal immanent powers
of panentheism
are nearly as traditionally endemic
to Western religious teachings
as is external transcendent light
of monotheism.
In scripture,
in Prince of Peace spiritual experience
and promise of Jesus's teaching
rests prophecy of pentacostal panentheism
A radically liberating experience
of divinely manifest
Holonic Spirit
restoring peace
and global
inter-religious
multicultural
polycultural
resonantly polyphonic
resiliently polypathic
humanely divine
truthfully beautiful
peace-filling justice.
For example I am, you are, I nearly was.
Neatly are all external sockets.
Electric power has before science come.
Taken together it forms.
Many of U.S.are to mentally ill,
to go on.
There are not many souls,
transparent people.
And there are to few again many.
Humanely is it poetry to altruistic none gain.
Universal declarations,
far placed most can now see.
Because of the fear,
is that circle of friends out of reach.
I have for a while been prosecuted for it.
To be sent to prison for the lack,
of a place to live sounds logical to me.
James McLain Thursday, March 28, 2013
They don’t slaughter animals in a humane way
But then they don’t slaughter people humanely today,
In wars they brutalise them by killing them with drones
The don’t get their hands dirty they sit and watch from a safe zone,
Governments don’t care about animals or people in anyway
They only care for money and power which they increase day by day,
Poisoning us with chemicals, viruses and toxins
This truly is a grim world we are living in,
So we need to reclaim the wealth and the power
We need to reclaim the streets to stop us getting closer to the doomsday hour,
They’re destroying our environment yet keep denying climate change
They say they’re try to combat it but it’s all lies time and time again,
Don’t fall for their project fear and saying how they will protect you
They are the threat and risk and that’s the ing truth,
The got no souls, no empathy they are just callous brutal men
Who preside over us and curtail all our ing freedoms.
From the bottom of our heart,
through the windows of the eyes
We send vibrations to everyone,
from all corners, everywhere
for all continents...
Is the message of love, of tenderness
of faith... do you realize why?
Because it's Christmas time...
Time to live tenderly,
to live in peace and humanely,
with tenderness in the eyes and tenderness
in gestures...
It's Christmas, Jesus was born...
Jesus Christ is born...
Holy time...!
Have you heard
a carrot scream,
when dragged outta earth?
Or the yell of green beans
peeled alive
severed cross-wise, sectioned?
Or the curdling
yell of purple potatoes
plonked alive in
boiling water?
Or the plaintive cry of yellow corn
cobs stripped-searched, naked.
All to be less-wasteful,
and draw humanely,
and guilt-free,
in noise-cancelling
headphones.
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