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In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world,
I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words,
Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel,
They are too small, too worn out, too tame to describe the tumult within me.
Instead of speaking them, I will let actions speak in the unseen language of love,
When winter makes me shiver and my bones become fragile glass, I will say "yes"
To your midnight craving for ice cream, even if my soul negotiates with pneumonia,
Because that moment with you is warmer than any blanket.
I will not say "I love you," but I will always stop my playlist for your music,
You'll think I've always loved that singer's voice, though I used to raise an eyebrow,
But now, when her voice echoes in my headphones, I find myself humming along,
And I will lie, saying "Yes, I've always liked this," just to see your smile light up.
I'll take a detour just to stay five more minutes by your side,
I will pretend I didn't see the puddle, just so you don't have to jump over it alone,
I'll bring the forgotten bag, the bookmarks, the heavy bottle, without feeling the burden,
Because if they belong to you, how could they ever be a weight?
No, I will not say "I love you," but I will know how you like your tea, how you hate coriander,
How you pretend not to cry during sad movies but play with your ring when emotions overwhelm you,
I'll be the one who notices when your laughter doesn't reach your eyes and changes the subject,
Until you forget the sadness that held you prisoner in your thoughts.
I'll cancel plans I was eagerly awaiting just to listen to your stories,
About the colleague whose biography I could write, and I'll make it seem like it's all easy,
As if loving you, quietly, foolishly, endlessly, is the most natural thing.
Because "I love you" is not something I say, it's something I breathe into every moment,
When I choose you, without needing a reason, in the silence of each moment.
I AM THANKFUL
You will understand that
I didn't choose you but God set you aside for me..
You will believe that ancestors are truly hard at work with us..
I STILL CONTINUE, I AM THANKFUL
To have a better half who completes me
To share my forever with
To spend my life with a man who really wants me
To sleep next to you, accepting and enjoying all my failures
NOW LET ME TELL YOU
Your lips taste sweeter everyday
Your hug becomes warmer every night
Your smile gets wider and pleasing evertime
Your body language around and in me is magically beautiful
Your leadership is felt ...
NOW KNOW THIS
I am going to love you now and forever more,even you wish i could stop.
My vow to God and the ancestors
I will bow the ground you walk on, yes you are my king.
I hope you never forget nor doubt that my hubby
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Throughout the coldest days of the mighty winter
Think of a sweet spring and dream of a mild summer
During the harshest hours of the wintry night
Think of flowers and dream of a pleasant sunlight.
Season comes, remains a bit and then flees
Life goes through a circular event like the bees
Like the moonbeams dancing around Mother Earth
In order to charm, embrace and kiss her to death.
In the middle of deep winter, think of a divine spring
And dream of bright and sultry summer days
Never feel hopeless and pessimistic about nothing.
Better days and glorious nights are always ahead
Remain positive and resilient as long as your head
Is present. Think and dream of warmer solar rays.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The snow brings life, mine's a short cold one
Being pushed around in fear of the sun
Held and shaped by a mitted hand
Then melting into the green land
Riding rivers to the sea
A warmer wetter me
What a trip
Drip drip
drip...
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Sons and daughters are rising
against their parents,
they use obscenity
and physical force;
honor is no longer
present in their unsound thoughts...
isn't the end coming soon?
Rivers and oceans flood towns and cities,
crops and lives are being lost,
mothers grieve for their children;
firefighters and soldiers
try to save them with their shivering pets...
isn't the end coming soon?
The climate is continuously changing,
it's getting warmer and ice is melting
in both North and South Poles;
grizzly bears, deers and wolves
search for food in garbage pails...
is the end coming soon?
Drug addicts and homeless people
are dying on dark, filthy streets
infested by rodents as big as cats;
punks carry guns and shoot in hallways,
and yet hookers continue their business...
isn't the end coming soon?
Grandpas and grandmas read the Bible daily,
their grandchildren worship the Devil who promises
them riches with schemes...even justice and punishment are failing;
who controls the Courtroom: the judge, the crook or the green?
Is the jury as fair and righteous as it appears?
Isn't the end coming soon?
Preachers praise God from the pulpit
when their souls are not pure as He is...
are they deceiving themselves and their flocks?
They interpret the Bible as they deem,
being inherent and contradicting...
isn't the end coming soon?
When The-Same-Sex-Marriage Law was passed,
crowds of gays and lesbians cheered on:
a return to Sodom and Gomorrah?
Soon perversion will be everywhere,
and more incurable diseases will start new plagues...
isn't the end coming soon?
The grass is green over the hill,
As yellow blooms the daffodil.
It's sunshine hits a little stalk,
A friendly flower, I bet they talk...
Of all little kids, spent too long inside
They burst outdoors to play and hide.
Throwing mud and bringing bugs,
Look! there's footprints on the rug!
Tiny whirlwinds, these little tykes,
They skin their knees while riding bikes.
They cry and roar, running wild!
What fun is it to be a child.
It grows warmer every day.
Shoo that child out to play!
Pick the flowers, play in mud.
Too much rain, here comes a flood!
The snowy, winter days are gone.
I miss them, but I hear a song
Of birds in trees; wind chimes ring,
I guess it might as well be spring.
As if pushing against that one girl who bumped into me on the sidewalk.
And never said sorry, and never looked back…
It gives me strength.
To close me into the car.
Against the fall wind.
The wind that tries to tip my car over, but never succeeds!
I shake off the chill.
The cold never wins.
Against me and this machine!
The modern technology, that keeps me warm and safe.
The heat is on.
Tilting my seat back slightly and closing my eyes.
But now…
I sense a new discomfort.
With the sun still out.
The interior of this machine,
Is starting to make me warmer and warmer.
Until I give in and take off my scarf and coat.
Turning off the heat so it’s silent except for the wind outside.
There’s never comfort.
Even in my own car, that I love and paid for.
Hot and cold.
Angry and still angry.
The dichotomy.
Is not lost on me.
Yesterday, white and cold was the weather
It’s now gone old winter
It’s like turning a light switch on
Today is the birth of the spring season
Let me wish you: Happy Anniversary, Ms. Spring
Happy Birthday, my love! Again, the birds are chirping
After a long séjour flying in a warmer climate
They look like lovers coming off a lavish date
Tonight is our turn to go to dinner
To a fine dining restaurant and then to the theater
Where we can unwind, relax and have fun
The tropical wind is back, the warmth of the sun
Is back and the moon is now dancing among the stars
And of course, the beauty of the magnificent flowers
Cannot be ignored. Old and grouchy winter is gone
All the lights and glitters are on, a new season is born.
Copyright © March 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Even the wind can’t understand,
The music played by God’s steady hands –
Music more alive than the seas or the trees,
More beautiful than the sunrise, the sunset, the stars,
Wiser than the sun who bleeds joy through the heart,
Warmer than the summer who sees beyond the wind,
To the music that God whispers through the love that He sent…
When Jesus came to earth to become the sacrifice for sin,
When Jesus came to us to become the way to be born again,
When Jesus came to give hope – so we would know love within –
So we would be saved from eternity without Him,
The One who shines His light so the blind can see again!
When Jesus came to earth, our hearts would know a rebirth…
So love – yes, love will win – despite our darkest sin!
It annoys me to be constantly judged for my actions
For the sole reason that I am a woman
It annoys me to be ridiculed and mocked
For the sole reason that it has always been deemed right
That my job is merely limited to being in the kitchen
And of course, the bed
It annoys me to see in the eyes of the man
That I will not be able to excel
Why, if I will ever manage to
It will surely be because of my charms!
It annoys me to have to present myself to the world
And getting provocative remarks in return
Why, if I give not my phone number
No one, at least, none of the men
Are interested in what I try to promote!
It annoys me to see the reaction of the world
When I am myself
Pray, I only wanted to be accepted
To live and to let live has always been my motto
Yet,
The frail and scared look that I wear on my face
Gives pulses to the men
To try to shape me into that which I am not
But into that which they want me to!
Pray, being a woman in a man's world is tough
Specially more so since I am weaker
With a softer voice
With a warmer heart
With nerves always on end
With a touch to be gentle and delicate
Why, it annoys me
To feel the lack of respect towards me
Simply because I am!