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The Devil’s Footprints
9 February, 1855
The last snowfall was at midnight
and we found the hoof marks at six o’clock
the following morning.
They stretched on for over a hundred miles,
mostly in straight lines,
over houses, hayricks and rivers,
on snow-covered walls and rooftops,
leading up to and exiting drainpipes.
We set forth with pitchforks,
and my dogs cowered in the woods.
Surely they were the cloven hooves of the Devil!
Some neighbours had other theories:
shackles from the mooring ropes of a balloon,
badgers, rats, otters, cats, swans and mice,
kangaroos, escaped from a private zoo,
mass hysteria on various different animals’ prints,
hoaxers having a joke…
But no one ever found out for sure.
That’s Xmas or Noel for lovers
Or carnival for impostors
I believe in loving everyday
I believe in love every single day
Tomorrow is the festival or parade of all colors
It is the festive carnival of all the flowers
However, don’t be surprised to see
That the following colors are very popular
Red, pink and white. Smile, if you are a lover
And don’t smile, if you’re lost in heart of the sea
Of all types of roses and leaves, and you’re confused
About the fuss and anxiety about the day of roses and lovers
Since I celebrate love daily, I am amused
By the voluminous preparations and sacrifices for one day
Carpe diem is my motto: Happy Valentine’s day!
Please enjoy every single day of the year
I'm sincere and deep in my heart: I love you too, dear.
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Attempt I shall, to convey of my journeys to my sacred special safe place. A great form of meditation. For me personally, I choose to close my eyes and imagine my back up against a great Oak tree. Feeling and hearing the wind on my face. When I am comfortable, a door opens up in the tree's trunk allowing me in. I begin to climb downwards following the roots, and climbing through them. This takes quite a while as if the roots run downwards for miles. As I descend I begin to sense familiarity with the whereabouts I am in the roots. And suddenly, there it is, the door I have been searching for. It's a small door, just big enough for me to squeeze through. I open it and there is my special place.
Sitting once again with my back on the great tree, feeling the serenity. (I am)You are one now with your environment,one with nature, one with the wind. See the fields with flowing grass, a few weeping willows next to a tiny brook off to the right a little. And a small Hawk in one of the willow trees. Sometimes I'll see a hare or rabbit pass by, and the Hawk watches on also.
There is a forest of tall Rowans off to the far left, and mountains in the distant background. After I have had my rest, it is time to make the journey back through the tiny door and climb back up the roots until I reach the bigger door in the trunk. Then a few moments as I slowly open up my eyes back to your world. ~In the Ogham the Rowan tree is Luis, and the Willow is Saille. Merlin or Myrddin in Welsh is, of course, the Hawk.~ May the Awen flow through you~ /|\
Everyone loves everyone
loved no one
but the one looking back
on a moonlit shore,
ignominiously,
the sure clarity of introspective
waves hurried away
like muddied thoughts
squealing downhill.
There is no one looking
for anyone on that shore,
moonlit for naught,
smooth sand unbothered
by footsteps or footsteps
following after,
just shadows cast
for the unenthused moon’s
enigmatic arithmetic.
Always we are shadows
scampering, scampering
off to our delicate garden.
We are the dancing dandelions
by the devilish prospect
of profit death delivers, delighted.
At once we make everything a poem.
There is love underneath love.
There is this, an ocean above.
How are we outnumbered
when all alone? And why must
contempt never be shown?
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Superior knowledge of languages
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You never know his accomplishments,
if you talked to him.
His humbleness, is deep within.
Inspired by God he writes away.
His masterpieces captivate.
He inspires those that read his
posts, and encourages others to
reach their goals.
His heart brings out his tender
love, it comes from God from up above.
His love of Jesus he shows each day,
his heartfelt poems, do convey.
A tremendous following read his writes.
He encourages us to do what's right.
He writes each morning for you and I,
special thoughts that lift us high!
He is adored by most. He is our friend.
Demetrios
God Bless
Demetrios
10/17/2015 Dedication to Demetrios Trifiatis Poetry Soup Hero: Catie Lindsay
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Flooded street I see
Not with water but people
Because of injustices, suppression of human right
Because of political persecution of some sort
People inundating the EDSA street
The former head of the state is in jeopardy
Now in force arrest without warrant of arrest
This is a national issue of persecution
Defeating democracy and freedom of privacy
Police force are being used to fend political enemies
My people now are in heart attack and in rages
The world is observing my country's happenings
How be it that my government is demonizing people
My leaders are persecuting former head of state
There are rallies taking all over major cities
Mainstream medias are silent siding government
People are receiving news only on bloggers and social medias
All eyes is on the former President who is illegally detain
Justice system has no more power to execute
Foreign power is controlling giving blessing by sitting President
Is this retribution, is this personal vendetta
These following days is more fearsome and troubling
Who would be the sovereign authority now
My people is asking justice, my people is asking why
Is this the result of controversy or vengeance
I am observing this situation by heart now.
"Who am I?
Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask,
but on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of my dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran,
cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
LOL,.. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V."
.. from the movie, V For Vendetta
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
What is the real meaning of a handshake?
Is it just a greeting or something a bit more?
It’s such a small gesture that anyone can make.
It shows a little trust that wasn’t there before.
We seem to have lost the meaning of the little things.
What is it about life that has hardened our hearts?
It’s easy to smile and see the happiness that it brings.
A simple nod to a stranger is where it all starts.
Seems we’ve forgotten about the Father’s only begotten,
Son sent to a foreign land immoral & rotten.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, placed in a manger,
Honored and presented gifts in the face of danger.
Christmas is now X-mas, meaning lost through the ages,
Gifts given in vain, no wonder we squander our wages.
Will we remember Christmas as the birth of Jesus,
Or just another day off to be people-pleasers?
What is the real meaning of a wedding vow?
Is it just an empty promise that pretends reality?
Marriage seems to be a convenience for now –
Divorce our scapegoat when it’s no longer easy.
We seem to have lost the meaning of commitment.
What is it about the world that makes us break that oath?
It’s a simple matter of accepting a chosen arrangement
And following the path that’s right for us both.
Love has lost its meaning, a term of endearment,
Misused to embezzle feelings after a one-night experience.
Expressed freely and in abundance, often spoken without seeing,
Love is sacrifice from being to being.
In my mind...
I always thought I was strong,
But I was proven wrong
With the weakness I sired,
From your unmatched,
Immense love, I always wished to have
And taste, before I became nature's
Reject, of earthly joys!
I want to love you more,
If only you just offer another chance,
Maybe I'm following a snail's stance
Of being slow to understand even a glance
Shrouded in love, shadowed from hypocrisy
Of mixed feelings, we share...
For your heart made of glass,
Breaks, as I cascade in silence,
To run away from the truth
That I really love you!
In my dreams,
I always see you smile
As though you were mine,
Since you captured me in a trance
For you held my hand, parted my chest
And swayed gently in a dance...
I saw the love that twinkled in your eyes
As they locked with mine,
We stood there, and kissed
Without despair...
Though it busks in my dreams,
Since it can't swim
Into sweet-sour reality!
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