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When it rains it catches you completely off guard
No mercy when it thunders and comes down hard
Your mind and heart starts to go down memory lane
Thinking about accidents and love that went in vain
It's inconvenient and it slows normal activities down
But it provides clean air leaving a saturated ground
It's cold and could be deadly if not approached right
You need boots and heavy coats wrapped up tight
It's amazing how rain doesn't over flow the beach
But it can help bring the best sweetness to a peach
The rain is recycled water that accomplish so much
The rain gives the earth that squeaky clean touch
Although it's messy and cause many to complain
It brings so many benefits so you got to love the rain
Armchair Warriors
They sit in their high-backed armchairs behind their ominous desks.
Fighting wars and hiding behind their outraged words.
Words that condemn the actions of history.
They criticize and condemn,
with harsh words that judge
Their poisonous pens send daggers straight to the heart.
They gather all the strength they can muster.
Somehow their feet never get dirty,
and they never break a sweat!
They place nooses around the necks of those that are so tired.
Oh, the wars that they have fought,
and the battles they think they’ve won.
Injustices they have intervened,
From the comforts of their chairs.
No need to make it dirty.
No need to be in trenches!
The armchairs keep them in their comfort,
and safe from all that hell!
Choose carefully this day…
Which battle you will fight.
Choose the ones that you can win!
Choose your words with great precision.
Your poison to implode,
as you pull back the bow….
Perhaps a footstool to make it easier and rest your feet.
The arm-chair warriors surround us now.
Replacing those that fight
It doesn’t get so messy.
Their blood no longer spills, it’s much easier you see.
Just send your money and your poison!
Grace Daub June 23, 2021
A new Pope
A new hope
Farewell to Pope Francis
Who did a wonderful job as a great clergy
As we know, age believes in no dynasty
We come and we go like a kiss
New blood is needed from time to time
And of course, that’s natural; that’s not a crime
Novum papam habemus
Novum spem habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new Pope
A new Leader for the Catholic Church
The search is over, no more search
For a few decades, since no man or woman is eternal
The recent Popes have been friendly, humble and truthful
We expect the Pontiff to be better than the previous one
(No laughing matter) Who is sitting in Heaven
Filing and signing his proper documents
Where countless Angels are singing under the divine tents
The world is right now deep in a messy situation:
Lies, crimes, corruption, deportation and discrimination
For crying out loud, this is to say the least
However, the entire world wants peace, peace and peace
We want all nightmares to end: injustice, wars and poverty
Novum spem habemus
Novum papam habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new pope
May God bless the new Pontiff, Mother Nature and Humanity!
Copyright © May 8, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Everything is nothing.
…
That’s a stupid way to begin a poem.
What does that even mean?
Everything is actually a whole lot.
My academics are not up to par.
My talking stage is a disaster.
My friendships are under maintained.
And my self worth has never been worse.
Is that everything?
No.
Yes.
Maybe
This feels wrong.
Writing this I mean.
There's no flowery metaphors.
Or complex language you have to google.
I’m watching this alabaster monolith succumb to attrition.
My agastopia has atrophied into revulsion.
I hew and hew and hew ad infinitum.
Until the simulacrum in the glass of car doors is unrecognizable.
Does this fit your standards?
No.
Yes.
Maybe
Helpful.
Tell me what you want.
And it’s yours.
To be captured, defined, and accepted.
To obtain perfection in a messy broken sense.
For my being to extend right up against the walls set around me.
No further than that.
To be viewed top down and admired.
To be better than I am.
You’re losing yourself.
I see it.
Stop romanticising your pain.
It’s ugly.
I know.
You will soar.
You will fall again.
You will break.
You will rebuild.
You will move.
You will station yourself.
Someday.
You will have everything.
Everything is nothing.
Exactly.
Joyful red, yellow, pink, orange, green, purple, silver and blue.
I am looking at the drops and dollops of beautiful paint, pretty too.
On my hands, lots of places, especially at the tip.
I am a messy painter, and I love the flounces and the flip.
I sometimes forget how much it sooths me, that is when I get sad.
I sometimes sit in a chair, playing word games for six hours.
That is when I get morose, and angry, and mean and mad.
I sometimes forget I am an outsider. I forget my flowers.
Word play is terrific, for it takes me into new worlds,
But painting. Ah! That is where I truly find my little girl self.
The one who almost never painted, because I do not know why.
Maybe it was easier then to keep my elf soul on a shelf.
Maybe it was not okay yet to be me. I know I was sad.
Because I had not found painting or poetry, but now I am glad.
Staring at my colors, painting from August to September.
Feeling in touch with my soul self, exuberant when I remember…
I am a painter
A poet
A cartoonist
A creator
A gardener
And it is more than okay.
If these walls could talk
They would say “Take a look”
Hey young lady!
Why your room is so messy?
You’re always very busy
Doing your other duty
Well, I know the reason why
You just control yourself not to cry
The pain you’ve been experienced
To whom you love ever since
And to overcome it all
You only faced me and your tears will fall
How many times I’ve witnessed your attempt
To take many sleeping pills just to end
The sadness you feel it in your heart
That you keep it from the very start
If these walls could talk
They will say “can you forget everything?”
And try to fix all your things?
Just like your life, it must be in order again
September 15, 2012
My desk is so off-putting no one comes in here.
Even my boss walks gingerly, and jumps at the slightest movement
It could be mice snakes, alligators. I attract the unobvious.
I have taught two of my daughters this secret
A major life skill if you want others to not disturb you,
Not make suggestions, and not burden you with their humdrum noise.
One daughter did not learn this skill.
She cleans, organizes, and puts underpants into drawers.
Much prissier than I would ever be.
Much more friendly.
Weirdly enough, seems to like drop-in company
Which we other three would not abide for a second.
Then carefully she pushed the den back door
And stepped into the messy strewn day room
Dog bones, plates, cracker crumbs slung on the floor
All it would take is a few sweeps of broom
But__she was tired just bone tired of cleaning
Picking up strewn this and that, folding clothes
It seemed to be a life of no meaning
Maybe I'll write some polyphonic prose
"She sells seashells by the summer seashore"
That's not mine but maybe I can write too
Chihuahua can't chew gum chewings a chore
Can you write one or don't you have a clue
Now my tireness is gone no memory
Of that worrying about backstory
maintenant termine'
They were the don’t dos
And we loved them like family
Only better
We don’t do dishes
We don’t do chores
We don’t do cleaning
We don’t do more
They lived in squalor,
They lived in a mess.
They lived in a pigsty
Their house was casual at best
We don’t dust
We don’t de-bug
We don’t vacuum
Come see our rug!
The don’t dos truly did not do
Their willingness to be so not
Made them neighbors keenly sought
I loved being at their house
Where I could throw down my lunch
Behind a couch, where it’d make a crunch
Casual them, casual me.
It was the best place for
A messy kid to be.
All are welcome
To the afterparty
Afterhours
Pajama Rama party power
Life is about to get messy
Just the way fun is meant to be
Just close your eyes
As I close mine
And remember to remember
We are dreamers
Both dreaming this together
Am I alone?
I see you
You see me
Both eating some
of my delicious
Dream Candy
See you on the other side
Would you like a taste?