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.
Tater's and beer
In another privileged day of excitement
Look at me, friend, a belch has the sense to appear
Like a spit in a tube, with a reason to rube, I know a foolish hickey to relent
Like a child of the stars, the poise of uncertainty
Has become ours, to let a swallow of many and might
Become the secret of misery no one is saying, publicly...?
What the hell rhymes with muscles and care, if I do it myself up right?
A mouse wanders by, daring us to catch itself in a trap
Wow, it says, the misery I notice and due, is a little vague...
Suppose the danger of me and reality is for any and all, a hosting crap
That seems to be taters and beers, having a good time at my imagination's rage?
In tbe face of death i laugh..I shall speak Gods Word, I trust.And without failure.' Let
The Holy Spirit testify.That Jesus is my
Only Saviour.'
hey liars dudes! your real face is known to all people in the world
is it butterflies you give me
or u get me all in my feels
it is how you disappear for weeks
and show up like we’re ideal
I’m here arguing with myself
debating if it’s real or in my head
one second you’re telling me you miss me
the next it’s hours left on read
just tried to have you by side
with you I was ready for any ride
I’d look in your direction, and search that sparkle In your eye
then took less than 30 second, to know it was only sparking on mine.
wanted make you smile throughout the day
& make you miss me when I’m gone
have you thinking bout much you love me
pillow talking me telling me i was the one
one minute its walking on eggshells
yet when you hug me, I’ve felt most safe
you held me like it was honest
now left getting through the path of lies you paved.
A lie that is coloured white
A lie that make things seem all right.
A lie that leaves you asking why
Discovering those lies that made you cry.
Lies exposed, were meant as a joke
The lies that many hearts have broke.
Lies to conceal a secret love affair
The liars lie, is the truth they swear.
Scheming lies to scam for money
Lies told that were deemed as funny.
Lies can relate to anything
But often it's pain it tends to bring.
That little white lie that Santa is real
Habitual liars in overkill.
A lie told in kindness to comfort or protect
When a lie is discovered what's the affect?
A good liar will hide it well
Blinds you under their misleading spell.
The question is, why do we lie at all?
Whether they are big, white or small.
Harmless lies are weaved in white
Cunning lies are black as night.
A lie means intention to deceive
Is it good or bad what a lie tries to achieve?
If the world is going to hell in a handbasket,
'Who's holding the handle?'
is the real question, and I have to ask it.
Also, I wonder how well the world would function
if all corruption were removed at this junction.
Destroy despotism, no more nepotism,
do away with liars, fakers, thieves, heartbreakers,
abolish pundits, politicians, priests, on-the-takers.
If we eliminate crime, cigarettes, drugs and insanity,
so those evils become a thing of the past,
a change for the better could restore humanity,
but how long would it last?
We'll never know, as little is learned from history,
and why that's so is still a mystery.
In the beginning, there were only two,
(whether or not you believe in Adam and Eve)
it's no surprise mankind is clueless what to do
as, since then; incest, inbreeding and man's hate
has brought populations to such a terrible state,
despite those who do good, few and far between,
perhaps it's in their food, or possibly the genes.
I lie awake here.
I lie to all my loved ones.
I lie in ruins.
Joseph's brothers dipped his coat
into the blood of a goat
Jacobs said, My beloved son is surely gone
That was the robe he had on...
Joseph is still alive, the brothers said later
With that, their integrity cratered
Jacob disregarded them, they had lied before
~ The brothers had gotten what they had asked for
It sits heavy, like an iron weight
that’s held in my gut too many years,
longer than the son of God trudged his days
through dust and spit and bitter wine.
and who am I to think I’m different?
I’ve carried it past innocence,
dragged it through beds, through bottles,
through empty rooms with broken clocks.
I knew the lie before it learned my name,
and still I let it crawl in me,
make a home from my bones,
turn my heart to rust.
I’ve heard them whisper,
seen their glances dart and pierce,
and yeah, it should make me burn,
should twist me with rage
like a rag wrung out for blood.
But here’s the sick part: I forgive.
I let them slander, I let them sneer.
Maybe they think it means they won.
Maybe they think they’re righteous.
Me, I just keep on,
empty pockets, empty hands,
carrying the weight alone.
Honest salesman is a semi-oxymoron
Just like an honest politician
Please do not laugh, all lawyers or
Accountants are not crooks. When the door
Is wide open a mouse, a rat, a cockroach
Would me more than happy to approach
Some politicians have tried to be better
And more credible. Some are men/women of honor
However, others are pathological liars
They are professionals who behave like traitors
They think that the "truth is not the truth". They're confused
Lies are lies. Dogs are dogs. Politicians play politics
Call the exterminators to annihilate the ticks
Liars always ignore the truth. Please, let's not mused
In politics, it is probably not easy to be too honest
Because so much is involved. Let's chase the pests
The corrupt politicians who are ruining everything
And destroying the dream. Let them flee. Let's ring
The bells. Not all politicians are crooked or criminals
That's true. I am not lying, just check the election polls.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Put pen to paper
Scissors to hair
I'll change my name
Get lost somewhere
I'll take my pride
And take my guilt
Look around
At the lie we've built
when God said they were deniers
He plucked out souls with pliers
calling them liars
If I say,
" I hate lies
and love liars."
It is easy
for many true speakers
to get my points of view
But majority liars won't believe it.
Why?
It can be so difficult
for them to believe it
Because lies
fill their brains.
My eyes are not my friends
Not true friends anyways
We have a half friend
Half skeptic thing going
I don’t trust them
My hands are also not my friends
Or my skin for that matter
Waltzing with phantom taps
Flutters signal in my brain
There’s nothing there
My ears aren’t my friend either
Not when I’m half asleep
When I hear my name being called
Followed by uneven beats
Ghost laughs
My brain is the worst of all
I’ll hand it the award for worst chemist
And best acosmic standards
Its an eternal game of hide and seek
I hear footsteps in the sky
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