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Democracy is about freedom of speech
Anarchy is, without a doubt, the opposite
Of democracy, liberty and freedom to wish
To hope, to dream and to confront defeat.
Brothers, sisters, express ourselves as we wish
Never, never be afraid or fearless to tell the truth
If possible or reasonable, go on the summit of the roof
To tell it like it is, to exercise freedom of speech.
Democracy ought to be a celestial or divine gift
Love was given to us at birth. Don't practice hate
There's no place for racism or hatred on Earth
Life is about living until we meet with death.
Brothers, sisters, express ourselves as we wish
Fight for your birth rights to express free speech
Love will take us a long way. Love is about peace
Reconciliation, compassion, fraternity and justice.
Copyright © April 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Woman, you were so pretty. You were so beautiful
You were so enlightened, so verdant and full of life
You were so kind. You were so wonderful
You were so tender and distant from the caterpillars.
Oh! Woman, I remember, I recall your smile
So radiant, so extraordinary and so phenomenal
Oh! Oh! Souvenirs, memories of yesterday's hours
That leave the heart thirsty for a brighter future.
Love of a yesteryear, I'm still enjoying
The young spring of my life. I'm still strong
Obviously, it's too early to think about death.
Oh! You used to be so pious, now you've lost yourself
You no longer exist for me. You left with the cloudy shadow
You live somewhere else. Now, I'm proud to be away from your shadows.
P.S. Translation of 'Les Souvenirs De Ton Sourire' by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © October 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Sometimes, we have to be brave to say hello,
To a neighbor or a stranger who won't respond.
At times, we have to wave at the ducks in the pond,
Without being sprayed with spittle or water of coco.
Sometimes, we bow our head to greet a teacher,
A president, priest, a pastor, a general or an elder.
At times, we remove our hat to salute the brave flag,
To show reverence, respect, love, affection and to brag.
Be dauntless to initiate kindness or to offer the first step.
There is an ineffable inner feeling that assuages the heart
When we do so. We feel good and strong to take on a schlep.
Be gallant to say hello to the hillbilly bullies at the laundry mart,
Because they fear people with good manners and friendly gestures.
By overcoming superficial phobias, we will enjoy peaceful pastures.
Copyright © January,2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The wintry season is quasi-over,
And the sweet spring is around the corner.
Already, the tiny chicks are moving and chirping,
And the bigger birds are flying and singing.
Spring is near; the summer season is coming.
The school children are not wearing their heavy jackets;
Yet, we can hear the sound of thunders, and the passing of the jets.
That's how Mother Nature announces the coming of the spring showers,
Which are necessary for the growth of the trees, plants, and healthy flowers.
The spring season is here; summer is coming.
The joggers, who are addicted to the outdoors, are running,
Jumping, sweating, and fighting to shed off the excess pounds.
In the park, the lovers and the elders are walking and strolling,
And the toddlers are playing and making loud happy sounds.
Spring is wonderful, and winter is gone.
The ever-vigilant Canadian geese are gleefully returning home.
In Florida, the snowbirds are heading back in the same direction.
Winter has truly a nasty and a non-flattering reputation;
Howbeit, countless species of birds hang out on the dome.
Spring is beautiful, and summer means a lot of fun.
Copyright@ March 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry books.
It was yesterday Sunday
The feast of Saint Valentine's Day
We saw passing by classy women with gorgeous hips
Dressed up in pink and red
All the lovers were walking hand in hand
Like actors on the infrared
They were smiling and laughing as if they were heading
Towards the path to paradise to participate in the feast
Mother Nature was also pink and red, calm and at peace.
The next day after the feast of Valentine's Day
Things don't remain the same
Today, we can hardly hear the soft words of 'I love you'
That previously echoed in the peaceful streets. Everybody
Is going crazy and berserk like a bomb, in seconds
Will burst all the buildings and houses in town
Oh! Things change and the stars twinkle
In the sky full of anguish and stormy clouds
Love continues to challenge eternity and spontaneity
Lasting only for a few fleeing, fleeting and ephemeral hours
After the party, at times it's a resounding defeat or a bitter war.
P.S. To quote the Haitian proverb: "Aprè bal tanbou lou"/After the party, the drums are too drunk to walk.
Copyright © February 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Believe it or not
The Parson is right
We shall return with zeroes
Many zeroes. Let’s be Heroes
For and to the world. Let’s not be selfish
Because we shall return with zilch
With nada, mit nichts, perhaps with empty zeroes
Which mean nothing. Let’s pause
To think. Let’s be wise and humble
Love is essential. When the trees tremble
And fall; when the ground shakes and burns
When the soil slithers and slides, the world yearns
For peace, sympathy, compassion, and love. With nothing
We shall return, just like we came on earth with nothing
The sky will always stare at us, as we raise our head
Heaven will remain at the same distance
And we shall leave alone, with nothing, with no bed
No castle, no money, no power and no incense
Believe it or not
We will be blessed to be in a wee lot
After the soul departs
And the ash rots
Believe it or not
The Poet is right.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the kings of the world.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I am not talking about color
By the way any color can be dark
Including white, that's right
Darkness can mean horror
Death, cruelty, murder, violence
Chaos, evil, Satan and intolerance
Brutality is a form of darkness
Racism is a form of darkness
Deceit is a form of darkness
Invasion is a form of darkness
Darkness does not happen only at night
Darkness can occur under the light
Of the day, when the sun is shining
The parrots talk and sing
Parrots are birds too
And pirates were never good
People, but crazy fools
Who use all types of tools
To attack and kill for food
Fortune and gold. They sue
For no reasons, because they lie
Like frying oil and they will get by
By any means necessary
They're no different than brutal offenders
They are violent insurgents and vile rioters
Darkness comes at anytime
Darkness is a serious crime
I see real darkness live on TV
Where darkness destroys liberty
Spits and soils the constitution
No, that was not a revolution
That was a modern coup d'état
That was the invasion of darkness
I saw weeping, with my eyes, America
The Beautiful. That was a disgrace
Many people wept and I wept too
That was shocking, crazy and new
I saw horror and darkness
That was an abhorrent mess
Darkness under the Capitol's light
Has nothing to do with black and white
Greed is a terrible cancer
Racism is a hateful danger
Darkness has no fear for the sun
Darkness fears no laws and no one.
Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hold my hand to teach me how to write
Take me to the library. I need to shed light
On a few words that I have never seen before
Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door
For my future. I want to learn. I'm eager to learn
Feed my starving brain and help the minorities too
Let's have a picnic of great books, a book fair. I yearn
For the day where everyone is literate. There's no fool
Refusing to spend some quality time at the library
Show me how to pick beautiful words from the forest
Eventually, I would love to write a book of comedy
Many books of poetry, novels about lovers and pests
Hold my hand and be patient with me and give me time
To increase the zest of my writing. Show me how to rhyme
I want to write about liberty, love, peace, health, and freedom
Especially freedom of speech. Tonight, I hope there's no quorum
For the Board meeting. I would love to have a book party for
Disadvantaged children and for minorities. Free entry at the door
Admission is free! Wow! Everybody is learning and having fun
When the world is literate, there will be less poverty under the sun.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The brain is alert and strong
Nothing can possibly go wrong
Poetry is ubiquitous
Poetry is sexy and serendipitous
Poetry is eternal
Poetry is sentimental
Poetry is empirical
Poetry is spiritual
Poetry will live forever
And Poets will never fear terror
Poets will chase away lies and put (to sleep) to bed
The truth every night for a better tomorrow
Poetry is not dead
But simply take notes to ease any sorrow
Poetry is not dead
Poetry is inordinately well-fed
Poetry is hot, super hot with Hip-Hop
Poetry is well, hot and alive
Smile, think, write, rap, read, dance and hop
And give high to all Poets: high five.
Copyright © August, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.