Jacques Clouseau,
It was fun inside the big zoo
I saw him with his blue fake smile
he run away more than a mile.
Swiss-born writer/composer Jean-Jacques Rousseau -
Thanks for his modern ideals of education to him we owe.
The Age of Enlightenment was brought
by his type of political and humanistic thought.
Today I’m grateful for the ocean
the way it ebbs and flows…
There is no one who can express this better
than than the oceanographer Jacques Cousteau
(I imagine I wold have written these words
if I was a bit more clever)
The sea, once it casts its spell
holds one in it’s net of wonder
forever
Before
Toussaint and Dessalines
It was nothingness
Organs, guts and spleens
Of our ancestors could be found alongside the roads
Many fleeing poor slaves in disarray
Were treated worse than animals
Oh! It's hard to find the words
To describe the usual carnage
From the time of slavery.
Before
The Battle of Vertières
Graveyards and cemeteries
Were virtually everywhere
Before
Pétion and Boukman
Christopher and Biassou
It was slavery
Blacks and Indians were considered savages
Worse than animals
Were humiliated, lynched, tortured, massacred, and killed
By adventurers, buccaneers, hyenas, deplorables, freebooters
Pirates, motherless bastards and marauders of the time
In search of sugar, foodstuffs, indigo and gold.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète
Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête
Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé
D’un amour incertain, embaumé et emmitouflé
Oh ! Quelle bête! Les femmes ont toujours raison
Même quand elles ont tort. La gravité défie la raison
Dit-on, d’un air funambulesque et prodigieux
L’amour à sens unique est bizarre et malheureux
Quelle folie de se voir noyer dans l’entonnoir de l’étang
Le fou rire le prend, le cancre a gaspillé tout son temps
L’amoureux désaxé au lieu de rencontrer le grand bonheur
Se voit masquer dans les cendres noires d’un triste malheur.
Copyright © Avril 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Jacques was the rose in their relationship.
Beautiful heart and delicate soul
A lovely fragrance was his energy
Jacques was the marigold in their family.
With his ruffled paisley seventies shirts
in oranges and yellows, a confident fellow.
Jacques was the bleeding heart of the neighborhood.
With his unbelievable empathetic listening skills
And his delicate caring attitude.
His wife?
Let me think a bit.
Let’s just say
She was the thorn.
Written 7-8-2020
Contest: The Flower the Thorn or Both
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
here at my end
I refuse to be
victim, martyr, or saint
allow me to be
a favorite book you read
one whose pages
bring joy to your life
Jacques and Torin came round to play
In the afternoon on a Saturday
Three computers linked up on the dining room table
Age of Empires played whenever they were able
Drinks and snacks and lots of chatter
Sarah and I would sit and have a natter
The boys would play for hours and hours
Building Empires and ivory towers
Turkey Jetta’s, chips and beans for tea
Then back to the game for the happy three
Written on 4th January 2015
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Round to the house they all went to play
Today it was special it was Jacques Birthday
The boys played in their room – where we couldn’t see
The adults sat down to drink some tea
All went well for quite a while
But Jacques rushed downstairs not wearing his smile
DISASTER!
We dashed upstairs to discover the issues
Sad eyes greeted us we needed some tissues
The football birthday cake had been taken to the room
To be brought downstairs later for us to consume
Now it lay on the floor – oh what a mess
Voices were hushed no one would confess
Then we all heard the most terrible roar
Ray had arrived – he saw the cake on the floor
His voice wasn’t hushed oh boy he could shout
BOYS GO TO THE GARDEN – JUST PLEASE GET OUT
The boys dashed off outside and continued to play
It didn’t ruin Jacques birthday
The cake was retrieved and patched with green icing
The party continued it was very exciting
Just a fond memory of their childhood days
Precious memories of one of Jacques Birthdays
Written on 4th January 2015
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It was a Saturday night, at around seven o’clock.
Still at home until the phone rang,
“Jacques, is that you?” the voice said.
“Yes” I said and quickly realized it was Simon.
“Come down to Club 21, all the gang’s here” he implored.
I quickly changed and ran out the door.
Oh, yes, everyone was there, a cornucopia of mixed delights.
Jeannie was there in a bright, tight blue dress.
Mandy was there dancing in a halter.
The twins, Bobbi and Bette, were smiling and offering drinks.
I couldn’t say no, now could I?
One thing led to another, drinks then did flow.
Looked at my watch, where did time go?
It was five in the morning, so I walked on home
Still wobbly and painless, but managed to roam.
It’s now nine in the morning, laying in bed.
What is that sound, and pain in my head?
My sister is yelling, to me, from the door.
Why did I ever agree to drink more?
She’s yelling that mom said we all have to go.
“It’s church time now, Jacques, Sunday you know?”
Oh why, yes, oh why, did I drink, not stay sober?
Now I am just suffering from the biggest hangover.
But my sister’s still screaming and louder she gets!
“Get outta here”, I shouted, “I need some more rest!”
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