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I would to like tell you about the TeeTotaler family
They work and deal in tea
A relaxed and helpful group of people
A warm, mellow, comforting, uplifting family
Chai is the father
Known in town as ‘The King Of Tea’
A kind , giving, quiet man
Though can be a bit spicy
Rosehip is Mumma Tea… Chai’s wife
They call her Rosie
Chai’s beloved childhood sweetheart
Rosie has a fruity nature but can be a somewhat tangy
Chai and Rosie have four children
Twin girls ….. Jasmine and Chamomile
Known as Chammy and Jaz
Lovely, warm ,caring girls…. always seen with a smile
Chammy has a very calm nature
Jazzy is smart with excellent mental clarity
Both are easy going girls
Always laughing and happy
There are three boys in the TeeTotaler family
Ginger known to all as Blue,
Peppermint known as Pepper
And Hemp the oldest …who to his name he is true
Blue is a warm natured boy
Though at times a little cheeky
A kind and gentle little helper
But like his dad can be a wee bit spicy
Peppermint who is known to all as Pepper
Is a focused and clear minded boy
He brings brightness and freshness to all
Popular, confident though sometimes a little coy
Lastly, there is Hemp… the TeeTotalers adult son
Hemp no longer lives at home
A hard worker and strong individual
Who is continually and happily stoned!
Loyalty is not handed out, it is earned
So is trust, not given, done hard work
You may obey because of the salary
You may be good because of duality
Service is reciprocated due to contract
Other than that mimicry is a farce
But there is some kind beyond the act
Deeper than what you think and see
The heart sees it all from emotion view
Like passion that medicate to hurting
Touch the pain that solace loneliness
Mouth that talk wisdom so to speak
Hands that heals a worn out physique
Service beyond what is unexpected
All time free, on call or on busy body
Look beyond race or status but help
Give more than pocket, walk him a mile
Share wealth, sacrifice health for other
Life is enough for comfort, least be rich
Not for own but life after most rewarding
When books where open your record show
Humble assurance, your eternity ensured
One day is happiness for hard worker zeal
A rest is a content to a smile forever gain.
I love a lot about who I am....
A Mistress who has come into her own
A sister that LOVES her sisters no matter what
A friend who will fight to the end for loved ones
A hard worker that does what needs to be done
A mother who REALLY misses her cubs
A lover...enough said there
An ex wife who would love to be mean
A moderator who has to be fair
A college student wanting a new career
And I am a poet....
A poet that writes MANY different ways
I write happy and sad
I write fantasy and haunted
I write about my past and my future
I write humor when I can
I write how I want and when I want
I write for me and for others as well
But MAKE NO MISTAKE...I will not
Change any of my work because it
Does not make sense to you...
You see some of what I write is not meant
To make sense in a logical way....but hey
If my work or that of any other is not to your
Taste...you do not have to read what I write.
I am a poet...a poet who will write what
I want any time and any place...that is what a
Poet does....we write poetry that is for us
And makes sense for us......
I will take the good comments as well as the bad
Just do not expect me to change for you.....
After all I am....A poet......
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
Five years ago, Dad died at the age of sixty-five.
He was a hard worker, he could have outworked two twenty-year-olds.
When he went to the doctor, bad news was what he was destined to be told.
He was diagnosed with Leukemia and it caused distress.
Twenty months later, he succumbed to his terrible illness.
Two days before he died, he couldn't even respond when people talked to him.
Forty-eight hours later, he met a terrifying fate that was very grim.
He underwent Chemotherapy to temporarily survive.
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]
People say you have to give up
chasing after assets
to find your way to God
to find your peace within
Not true
it's nice to have your own home
it's good to work hard
and prove yourself
Hard workers build your home's
hard worker provide your cloth's
It's easy to talk and sit on your butt
when people pay you to talk
but you can find peace in your home
you can find love and success
you can be proud of yourself
from helping others succeed
granted if you slave for money
and build it up high on your list
you are a victim to greed son
perhaps it is time then to ditch
but peace come's to minds
that find answers
learn they with pride then to talk
peace comes to minds that have answers
when settled they find their beliefs
I'm sure that my mind has found comfort
it now is not searching for truth
I'm happy with what I have found now
I do not have questions I seek
My mind does not go
round and round now
I do not have questions I seek
yet truly I don't regret looking
I don't regret thinking to much
my mind found the truth in those session's
and now I'm at peace with myself.
My Oldest Brother
There is a story in the Bible about a young man name David who slew a giant name Goliath. My oldest brother was also name David, and he too slew several giants of a different kind. Please allow me to name just a few of the giants that my brother slew.
The name of the first giant was MR. POVERTY, and David slew that giant by being a hard worker. This David who was my oldest brother slew a lot of giants, and I think those who knew him would agree. David slew Mr. POVERTY by taking advantage of every good opportunity that came his way.
The name of the second giant was MR. MAKE US RICH, and he killed that giant by not spending his entire life making other people rich. In stead, he believed in himself and started his own business.
The name of the third giant was MR. RENT RECEIPTS, and he slew this giant by purchasing his own home and other properties. In so doing, he stopped receiving rental receipts and started giving them out to others.
The name of the fourth giant was MR. SELFISHNESS, and he destroyed this giant by helping other family members like myself to better themselves.
The name of the fifth giant was MR. I CAN'T, and he slew this giant by helping me and many others to realize our own success. The jump-start that he gave to others and me enabled us to go as far as our dreams would take us.
The sixth and last giant was name MR. BE LIKE US. My brother David killed this giant, and just like the David in the Bible, he cut his head completely off. This giant wanted everybody to be like him, and David did not try to be like everybody else. He just wanted to be himself and do things his way. I never knew if David had a favorite song, but if I had to guess, it would probably be Frank Sinatra’s song, "I DID IT MY WAY".
10/26/2013 (Contest, Older siblings)
It has been raining everyday
The wet autumnal wind is here
And Mommy Maine just left us today
Peacefully. She just expired, dear
This Ebony Queen was a century plus six years young
Mommy Maine never got old. Beautiful and classy like a song
I was with her, in Houston, when her first beloved son
Our friend Yvon, had passed less than four months ago
Oh! Death, why, one day, must we all go?
What have we done to you? It’s always sad to lose
Someone special. At one point, nobody can choose
Between life and death. Mommy Maine just left us
She was our Black Star, our Smiling Diva. We’re at a loss
I have tears in my eyes, because she wouldn’t want me to cry
She was so magnanimous that she would not want us to cry
Mommy Maine just left. She just took her last breath
She left us. The celestial craft came early, at dawn, this morning
And left the body for us to ensepulcher, to bury. We are mourning
The passing of our wonderful North Star. Mommy Maine left
But she will without a doubt remain with us in spirit
She was an unspeakable inspiration, a quintessential majorette
A motivational speaker who always finds a way to encourage
To teach, to calm, to reason, to serve and to love. Her age
Did not matter. She was full of wisdom, wit, style, genre and protocol
No more smiles from her, no more advice and no more call
It’s raining profusely in the Northeast
Mrs. Germaine Dupiche, a hard worker, is now at rest, at peace
May God continue to bless such a beautiful mother
The dearest mother, aunt, friend of so many like Mother Nature!
P.S. My late father, Gustave Logerie would have said:
Que la Terre vous soit légère!
Sit tibi terra levis ! May the Earth be light on you!
Copyright © September 25, 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I am...
a lamb of the Good Shepherd; seeking to love and follow him more faithfully
the husband of my college sweetheart; with her, I hold a winning lottery ticket
a family man; seeking to make my clan a place to thrive, a safe haven for all
a hard worker; seeking to pour heart, soul, strength and mind into each task
an empathetic friend; seeking to acknowledge pain and help you find your way
a waistwatcher; seeking that enigmatic perfect ratio of flavor to calorie count
an aficionado of nature's beauty; seeking moon rises, waterfalls, and sunsets
a trail maven; seeking to conquer unattained summits and enjoy unseen vistas
a pedal pusher; seeking to luxuriate in the great outdoors by cycling through it
a careful arranger of words; seeking to write poetry qualifying as transcendent
a student of the arts; seeking to divine their secrets and know myself better
a creator of music; seeking to be a blessing, mindful of those far more talented
a lover of humor; seeking to laugh at myself, and 'dish' with a wink and smile
a player of games; seeking camaraderie over a win, fellowship over high score
a solver of puzzles; seeking to use math and science to comprehend my world
a connoisseur of the fine wine of baseball; seeking that elusive championship
a perceiver; seeking to heal with a compassionate ear and encouraging word
.....
I am blessed and grateful to be alive and loved by such wonderful people
I am a zoo of many animals; come by some time and find one you like!
As a young child, I could remember writing down on a piece of paper on what kind of girl I would want. This type of girl would need to be a student like me, if she was a B-student then I would be ok with that. Over the years I have not found a girl like that. Back when I was a child this was the bare minimum on what type of girl I would want. If a girl cannot meet that minimal standard then that is sad. How can a girl meet my higher standards. Those standards are: does not have a record (jail, nor DOC), does not have a substance abuse problem, does n0ot have a kid/kids from multiple guys, has a bachelor degree and is currently in pursuit of a master’s, is a hard worker, prefers to travel, speaks multiple languages, plays music instruments, is a martial artist. As stated before if she cannot meet the minimum standards then how can she meet the more complex standards. The answer is that she cannot meet these standards of mine because she does not have the desire to go beyond the easy route in life and she prefers to live like a commoner that does not want to move beyond the scope of a small mind. The one who travels the world has the world inside of them; while, the one whom travels the city has only the city in them. I want a girl with an open mind and not a closed mind. I am the renaissance man and I am looking for the renaissance woman.
It is often that I feel that I am a different person
in all of the roles that I play in life
I am a hard worker in which I am paid to help people
I am a volunteer in many different situations
Being a wife and mother is probably the role
in which I find the most joy, although it also comes
with crushing pain from the recent loss of one
of my beloved sons from mental illness
So now, I am figuring out that being a mother
to one is different than being a mother to two
Writing poetry has given me a way to process
my grief by writing about it and being a writer
has become more important to me recently
I am also a friend, sister, aunt, and co-worker
Each role I play is a little different from the others
and there are times that I feel like a different person
in my many different roles, but overall,
the roles I play make up the person that I am
and most of all, that person is kind and caring