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Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
In countless countries, civilians are apprehended en masse
They are under sporadic and constant bombardments
Brigands violate the rules and the Ten Commandments.
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
They are under sporadic or constant bombardments
Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Bandits violate the rules and the Ten Commandments
In countless countries, citizens are incarcerated en masse
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
About Langston Hughes’ Suicide Note
My intention is not to offer an exegesis
We can all remember the kiss of Judas
Which of course was a death sentence
The twelve words of Langston Hughes remind me
Of the dozen disciples seated peacefully
Around Jesus for his inevitable sentence
I said too much already. The Poet’s temptation
Was heartbreaking and it caught everyone’s attention
About death, about suicide, about drowning
In the calm, cool face of the river, for a kiss, for nothing
Suicide is deadly serious; it is losing life, losing wellness
Everything forever. Depression is a serious mental illness.
P.S. Please read the twelve words of Langston Hughes’s poem.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've indeed kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
Squirrel and Nightingale are in a state of horror.
Flower of one of the most solemn and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.
Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the spots, the stars and the sparks,
The stranded branches and the rods floating in the parks.
Copyright © September 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
War is a waste of precious young blood
War is a waste of fresh natural resources
War is as bad as a raging and vile flood
War is evil if you understand the sources
The reasoning behind such unnecessary
Aggression and the violence and the vanity
Which are cowardly robbing and destroying
Mankind. War is bad. War is a very bad thing
War is evil and criminal
War is mortal and abnormal.
War is a waste for the perpetrators and the victims
War is a waste for all. But peace comes like dreams
Distant dreams. Peace is more precious than money
Diamond, gold, silver and all other precious metals
Said a very eloquent brother who deserves all medals
Ever invented by famous and powerful institutions
Give us peace, not evil wars dear highly divine Almighty
Help men learn from past errors and nugatory aggressions
War is unnatural and abysmal
War is lethal and inimical.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Dr. Martin's dream is a dream for many generations
Past, present and future… Life is about hope, compassion
Love, freedom and justice. It's not asking for too much
Because human lives are precious and priceless. As such
We were all created in the same manners. No one got
More, no one deserved less. There are three levels in the lot
Birth, live and death. We all must go through the same process
Health is paramount and wealth is secondary or temporary
We all will leave earth one day, soon. Hoping we're all blessed
To remain on earth for a long time. A dream is a reality
That will or will not come depending on the dedication
On the focus and on the resiliency of the participants
We all dream for a better future for our families, friends
Even for perceived enemies. Hope is in the air, like flying ants
Wishing to land on a fertile sugar cane field. Dr. King, our Hero
Is a man with many names: Dr. Martin, Dr. King, a great fighter
An activist, a superman, a martyr, etc. He was the older brother
That we dream of being with us in time of trouble, at a low
Point of our lives. Dr. King was an amazing inspiration to a world
Filled with backstabbers, hypocrites, racists, maniacs and criminals
Dr. King's dream is well and alive for many generations. Animals
Will never rule the universe. Human beings cannot be obviously curled
By a bunch of so-called right wing individuals. Common sense will
Always prevail. Love will always win. The racists and the haters ‘will
Shall fail. Positive attitudes will always win. Brother Martin's dream
Will live forever. All men and women were created to enjoy the ice cream
Equally, to be free to fight against unfairness, selfishness, racism, bigotry
And injustice. Dr. King's dream and inspiration will live forever, for eternity.
P.S. I write what I want to write about and say what I want to say. I am a free and fair man.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
At my prime time
I surely rhyme
I write countless sonnets
Like numerous poets
I tell it like it is
With everlasting ease
I remain calm and kind
To speak my mind
As a free man in control
Of my destiny, I play that role
On a daily basis with success
God grants me health and happiness
So far, I am blessed to be alive
I am lucky and I thrive
At my prime time
I weep because I am happy
And I assuredly rhyme
In front of so much beauty.
Copyright © February , 2022, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I don’t worry about nonsense
I abhor it
I love and appreciate common sense
That’s it
I pray to God to grant it to me daily
As a reward or compensation. Pride, integrity
Good logics, compassion and respect are the main
Ingredients that one can find in this domain
One must also follow the principles, the rules
The laws and the constitution of the relevant tools
Acting like fools or bullies is not part of the equation
Narcissism is highly volatile and hazardous for our nation
Power runs out of steam fast
It does not last
The rules of laws are paramount for a civilized society
When a subject is unanimously considered false, eerily or crazy
Everything becomes obvious and logical. The majority
Always prevails unless the venom of corruption, greed and thievery
Is fraudulently or secretly injected. I am always on the side
Of common sense. The majority always wins and the Vox Populi
Vox Dei adage retains its relevancy and accuracy, and the tide
Is echoing in the direction of righteousness and justice. Vox Populi
Vox Dei.
Copyright © January, 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
America has been GREAT, great for the last two centuries.
All right, America has been the greatest among all countries,
For a long time. MAGA is a cheap pleonasm, which just
Won the most contentious election in American history.
The problem, as widely reported, Trump is corrupt, unjust,
Sexist, racist, homophobic, xenophobic, vociferous, and nasty.
This is the first time that we have such a hyperactive loose cannon,
Who is despised by his own political party. He is an orchestra
Of unusual lyrics and melodies. The man is like an untamed lion.
As a reminder, money, strength and power are not everything.
Humility, wisdom, decency, and common sense, in America,
Are extremely crucial and important, to make the dogs sing.
A president should be a role model, a beacon for children;
A fighter, a problem solver, a savior for the entire electorate;
A leader, a giant not a bully, a diplomat for the world to emulate.
The jury will be deliberating; America does not need to be 'great again';
We need an improved economy, mutual respect, controlling the flow
Of immigration, money, illicit drugs, and put our ducks in a row,
To be a haven for all, regardless of race, color, gender and ethnicity.
America is the greatest, I am not lying; simply ask the Statue of Liberty.
Copyright © November 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Atomic bombs are dropped on babies
Humanity is thrown out of the door
Humanity is dead. Humanity is no more
There are too many aggressive and demoniac atrocities
Wars are heartless, bestial, perilous, satanic and deadly
The hypocrisy is clearly obvious and real
This is the end of the world for many
For too many innocent human beings. Yes, this is a big deal
Human lives are no longer important
The streets are painted with real red blood
Oh! My goodness, this is worse than a major flood
Homes and buildings are obliterated. No need to pay rent
Nobody wants a genuine ceasefire
Because emotions and feelings are on fire
Poor babies never had a chance
Poor victims never have a chance
Poor pregnant women never had a chance
Poor weak elders have no chance
Humanity is mephitic. Humanity is no more
The doors and the windows of hell are wide open
There’s no hope. There’s no darn heaven
No need to say more and more
Bombs fall like dead autumnal leaves
Terror is ubiquitous and death is inevitable
Nobody wants to turn the table
They are all liars, criminals and thieves
This is no lie because they are all over the news
This is beyond fear. This is beyond sadness. I refuse
To listen to these well dressed anchors who are lying
Let me close my eyes and cover my ears
What a pity! I feel sorry for the babies
The toddlers, the youngsters, the teenagers
The men and women who die due to abject atrocities
It’s a shame. The criminals are now over-explaining
Perhaps this society should go back fighting with spears
Because the rivers and the seas were not so dirty and bloody
I can’t listen to the racist criminals and the evil bandits who are applauding
One again, let me close my eyes and cover my ears
In my body, there’re no more tears
Humanity is dead. Death is ubiquitous
The hypocrites and the bad politicians are truly dangerous
Toxic, strange, selfish, Machiavellian and inhumane
Hell is everywhere. The world is insane
Yet the Sun is shining
And the Moon is sadly watching.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I am still shocked by your sudden death
I'm still sobbing by your abrupt departure
I still pine for you, dear. I'm still out of breath
Every time I think of your unique behavior.
You were different, sexy, exquisite and sassy
You were very special to me day and evening
You were difficile, tough, caring and demanding
Holy God! What a combination for such a lady.
My heart is still beating profusely for your smile
I am still yearning for the images and the style
You left in my pneuma, my memory and my mind.
I am discombobulated how nature can be so unkind
I still yen and yawn for you. I am now very unhappy
I'm extremely sad, because you left so unexpectedly.
Copyright © May 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.