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In the USA, Black History month is celebrated
In February, the month with the shortest days
Meanwhile in my world, I celebrate year-round, every day
In my heart: Black History. I'm absolutely delighted
To the point of being ridiculously amazed
I'm laughing, giggling. This is taking my breath away
In reality, we need thirteen months to celebrate
Black History. Be mindful that everything started
In Africa. However, I am saying ‘thank you' anyway
There is no need to say obviously more or elaborate
Mankind must be pompously and joyfully celebrated
On a daily basis. There will be no world without Africa
We all must hear the message: Africa is the Motherland
Africa is the Mother of history. You might not want to stand
With me. Please prove me wrong. Show that you understand
The saga.
Copyright © February 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I am the storm that you chase
The blond tornado with stilettos red
You like my figure and pretty face
I could care less if you were dead
What is it about denim denial
That gives you such a ruby rush
Not equally yolked we fight wild
This is no ordinary lavender love
Lightening in my eyes doesn’t surprise
Reacting to teal thunder in your voice
We fuss and fight until one of us cries
Ending this seems the logical choice
But like a moth to golden flame
As a magnet I’m attracted by power
I have when I say your name
And the gifts for me you shower
I’m the one that got away in heart
Yet still stews in your mahogany mind
When we kiss there’s a silver spark
That no where else I can fuchsia find
A tale of woe, deceit and dread,
Of love now turned to sadness spread.
In blame my gaze did fall upon,
A window frame, with truth upon.
A sight most dire, 'twas clear to see,
She with another man so free.
Her lover came, and to him she kissed,
A deception, an art she had perfected.
He believed her sweet, beguiling lies,
Unknowing of her devious disguise.
But her false love was not to last,
For truth can always break.
She left, with lies to ensnare,
A betrayal to leave despair.
A scarring wound that lingers still,
A love to break a fragile urn of will.
A trust that's been made false and fake,
A love that crumbles to heartbreak's wake.
This tale of woe did teach me clear,
No spark of falsehood should I hold so dear.
For lies can burn and leave a scar,
That takes eons to heal afar.
"Frosted"
A penny for your thoughts?
Scratch that thought.
Thoughts are worth more than pennies
Thoughts are legions of brilliant glistening diamonds
shining dormant undiscovered in a deep deep dark cave
veins in the walls of The Catacombs blood art fuses lit
burn and sizzle bright like gunpowder travelling from the Throne of Amygdala
to the Kingdom of the Pounding Scarlet Brave
beats in time with intent and purpose
when the music ceases -
TRUTH
seen very clear
as through untainted glass
binoculars not necessary here, my dear
Windows of your soul unfrosted
Will see lost love at last
Pennies on your eyelids
mirrors covered with vintage grey
army surplus blankets
trapped in the ashes
dust to dust
open the curtains, move outwards every pain
let the Light and fresh air in
You're alive again.
Ain't that strange?
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
"At Island,the wolf is trapping"that news,
The Wolves's Channel have the singer sang President's song,
And then, Wolf to fight the Vietnam,
At International news,Great Leader look often his male sex,
"One Secret Hologram" news ism sent from crocodile,
Fell asleeper at reality of Nihili,
The face,was new of beast, "One Secret Hologram"
At Traitor's Country gained the Union's favour,
"The revolution of crocodile must success"
Twelve years old Pond, then,
Stopped like twelve years old a watch,
Along hand loved the roses,
Was straight the kiss of deadbody,
Not shake- Bible of boiling- twelve years old Fin when the fish imported,
At the end of history,Famous people was
assassinated,and
The Truth was execution,
Nothing main,Sing the new song,
Thwelt Di Nwe
I am....
An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer
I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke
Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela
I am proud Masai
Standing around manyattas,
Jumping to melodies from the olaranyani
Eunoto is here and today I dance in front my peers in transition into a senior warrior
Oh how sweet the African rhythms
Imprudently lifting and soul soothing
Sisala sebrew on Akan drums
Highlife explorations unending on opus 1.
I am an Ewe woman
From the lineage of Nerfetiti
And a great great ....grand daughter of Nandi
My Gèle will never fall off
My Dashiki will never fade out
I am a Fulani herdsman
Wandering the Sahel plains of Africa
Along with a fellow Malinke brother
Who speaks fluent igbo and today we revisit our roots in Nok
I’m from Gao
320 km east-southeast of Timbuktu.
A descendant of Sonni Ali ,
Reciting the epic of Sundiata with intertwining soothing kora melodies from Kandia Kouyate
Oh how dazzling the African landscape
And glorious it's Heritage
Such rekindling and Homeric folklores
And a boundless diverse cultures
I am the African dream
mother's only son my father’s only daughter
I'm the incantations of royal fetish and message behind the talking drum
I am the African noble
Free from identity torment
I know of my glorious past and my colourful future
My city will bleed no more
Never again will i be a wanderer
I know my culture
And my alluring language
Ah how powerful the African names
Araba Termytorphe and Ifedayo chant in unity
Diallo Sissoko and Achiaa bestow serenity
Mbali and Lamisi elegantly wore their kente
Tonight we dance to tunes from the kete
For Yaa Asantewaa never gave up the fight
So we lift our hearts with emancipated minds
To reach new heights ! O’ Nana Nyame,
May you forever guide us with your light .
i often feel as if i ask too much
and say too little.
this time i will not ask, but rather tell.
of how i fear being too much,
and how i was raised on the belief
that love given solely to me was wasted,
that any charity given to me was too
much for me to possibly deserve.
or how my fear of perception has lead me
astray, wasted ideas and potential caused
by my seemingly everlasting sloth.
only this once will i tell you
of how unremarkable i am, and how truly wonderful i believe you to be.
i need you to listen to me, to close your eyes
and do nothing but live through me.
only for this moment.
only for this worthless minute that you will surely forget will i tell you all there is to know.
just this once, i won’t worry
and i’ll let you feel me so deeply in your soul
that you think that you have become me.
He told me he doesn’t want to be alone
I’m torn because I want to be by myself
But same time I want to be with him
It’s kind of selfish I know
To withhold this information
But it surely isn’t my worst sin
I guess I need to figure out
If it’s my hormones or just destiny
He deserves the best in me
Not to be just another option
I’m really afraid of his sincerity
Because he says things we shouldn’t speak
You know those crazy fantasies
That we never admit to have
Things you blame on what you ate or drank
Lord no desire to fess up to being eccentric
He is a man with a gentle hand
A helper in the land of greed
I know so little of me
And much of him in comparison
He is not your average Joe
His smile is like a dozen roses
Inspiring red romance
He keeps telling me I’m here for you
He was hurt at work and didn’t call me
So in fact I’m not there for him it seems
When asked he said he
Had to go through it by himself
This warrior is an ex soldier
A widower a preacher a leader a emt
So amazing and he wants me
My caution refuses to leap
Like I said I can’t choose
Even if he tells me to
Time will tell if it’s worth it
I don’t want to hurt him
I’m feeling he is freer than me
And if opposites match…maybe
This is not easy waiting for destiny
I thought it was the California dude
But maybe it’s not him but Joe
My life is like a mirror
Views in it are usually clear
Some break it into pieces and it becomes blur
Some see me quiet
Also yearning to listen like a parrot
But I am noisy when formal ties are cut
I am a lone wolf but sometimes God sends
A lot of friends
But take time to heal how it ends
Always wants to open up
But my mind ticks of the last break up
Then I wrap my feelings into a tight envelope
I am the most special person
Too blinded with what has been done
And opening to my peers is like climbing the highest mountain
Don't get me wrong
My heart softens with a very sweet song
And something I relate too long.
OBAA TUNTUM: ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
INTRO:
Obaa tuntum,
Y3 nt3m bra,
You're my gemstone.
M'angya mi saa,
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
(This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES)
VERSE 1:
Wrestling against thoughts ,
Missing among odds (we strong)
What after all is wrong?
Circle of rots,
Held by invisible chords (don't be shock)
Please allow me sing for you a beautiful song.
(You all I got)
Come on...dance through to the night.
Till the night night grow young...
(All night long)
CHORUS:
Aoo,
Obaa tuntum,
You still the one I have.( You still the one I have)
Love of my life.
We've broken barriers,
And this is how far we've come.(this is how far we've come)
Wow,
Love of my life,
You're the only one I have.
CHORUS:
Aoo,
Obaa tuntum,
You still the one I have.( You still the one I have)
Love of my life.
We've broken barriers,
And this is how far we've come.(this is how far we've come)
Wow,
Love of my life,
You're the only one I have.
VERSE 2:
Obaa tuntum...Odihyi3ba,
Serve me some dose of laughter,
Since I am not just your lover lover,
I'm your comforter. (Comforter)
Tell me what you want,
And I'm gonna offer.
I'm your treasure hunter.( Treasure hunter)
CHORUS:
Aoo,
Obaa tuntum,
You still the one I have.( You still the one I have)
Love of my life.
We've broken barriers,
And this is how far we've come.(this is how far we've come)
Wow,
Love of my life,
You're the only one I have.
CHORUS:
Aoo,
Obaa tuntum,
You still the one I have.( You still the one I have)
Love of my life.
We've broken barriers,
And this is how far we've come.(this is how far we've come)
Wow,
Love of my life,
You're the only one I have.
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
CHORUS:
Aoo,
Obaa tuntum,,
You still the one I have.
Love of my life.
We've broken barriers,
And this is how far we've come.
Wow,
Love of my life,
You're the only one I have.
CHORUS:
Aoo,
Obaa tuntum,
You still the one I have.
Love of my life.
We've broken barriers,
And this is how far we've come.
Wow,
Love of my life,
You're the only one I have.