The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients
On their death beds, who are resigned, hopeless
Penniless, helpless, and spiritless.
Haiti needs a mega break from all the powerful parasites
That are still exploiting our precious resources at countless sites
While concomitantly exploring and impoverishing our peasants
Our innocent siblings who perilously work for crumbs and cents.
It is time that all truths are spoken or be told
It is time that we unearth, unfurl or unfold
All vile plots so the world can witness the premeditated lies.
Papa Noël is a well designed invention in disguise
At Christmas time, the hurts are excruciating
And the misery is objectionable and nauseating.
Copyright © December, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
KISS me under mistletoe.
MISS me not, I'll never go.
MIST you see upon my eye?
LIST the reasons I might cry.
LOST I would be, I might die.
LOSE you - no, I'm first to tell -
LOVE you, this, our first Noel.
Talk of an Oasis feud is over,
Brit-pop the corks for the supernova,
fair play to those Burnage boys,
tour dates set to make some noise,
they'll walk in sunshine, champagne and clover.
Xmas is here tonight
At midnight, what a night!
Let's write a bad poem about Christmas
Before the Midnight Mass
As we offer our best wishes to all on the planet
This is it
Santa Claus is sliding in the chimney
Hurray, hurray!
Papa Noël is coming to town to bring gifts
Garlic, olive oil and onion
To everyone
Stop all types of cheats.
Long live Papa Noël
Who hates to dwell
On negative things
Santa Claus stutters and sings
All the time
And he will never nickel and dime
The poor, the crazy and the pelicans
Except the poor Republicans.
Long Live Santa Claus
Regardless
Of our mess
He has been fair to all of us.
If you like this poem
Please wish your friends and neighbors
A very Merry Christmas and many Happy New Years
To come
Oh! Ho
Ho, Ho!
This is a gaffe
For Baby Jesus: laugh and laugh.
Copyright © December 2014, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Not everyone
Is having a Merry Christmas
Not everyone
In the masse
Is enjoying a happy one.
Many are attending masses
Many are shopping in the malls
Many are suffering in the hospitals
Many are busy in the classes.
Not everyone
In town
Is having a Holly Jolly Christmas
Not everyone
Has a crown
And a palace.
Many are sad
Many are mad
Many are carrying a cross
Many are sick and lost.
Christmas is about doing our best
Christmas is about working with the rest
Christmas is about Hope and Peace
Christmas is about Love and Feast.
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hebert Logerie Saturday, December 24, 2016
NOEL IN TIME
I’m neither pagan nor a druid
In the olden times it was Yule
And mead a much loved fluid
A log is better than daily gruel
Many believe in the Virgin birth
On the twenty fifth of December
It wasn’t then, for what it’s worth
Changed to fit, so you remember
With many hijacked pagan dates
Such that festivals neatly coincide
None should ever tempt the Fates
But many still love Christmastide
Noel is in the air, loving Christmas in every instance and circumstance.
Feeling excited about upcoming activities of mirth and merriment.
Silver bells are gently ringing all over the city, and enthusiasm mounts.
My heart leaps as I look into the air seeing the Christmas cherubs….
On this wait not for Prophet Joel
Nor for Augury rated Jewel:
Offensive language Sufficient Fuel
For what ignites Murderous Duel…
One I’d watched sparked off by Noel
To his shame like unpleasant gruel;
Keep words picturing like served gruel
For The Jailed by A Jailer cruel:
“I hate you: Satan’s Emmanuel”
“As much I you: the Devils Noel.”
Soon, the two on secrets start to dwell
And the pent-up anger starts to swell,
Ripe and waiting hard punches and kicks,
Noel involving stones, Emmanuel sticks.
Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Christmas carols and bells, bright stars and pine trees
With light snowfall can create a winter wonderland.
What a spectacle of lights and divine beauty
The whole world celebrates awesomely
The birthday of Jesus Christ born in Africa
What a shock for the entire Diaspora!
Baby Jesus was different, that’s why
From the crèche they wanted to sacrifice and crucify
Him, their goal was to kill Him like a goat
Which they did, but He returned. It’s time to gloat.
The Messiah can be a subject of controversies
Deceptions, propaganda, polemics and inconsistencies
Oh! This is Noël, let’s rejoice and enjoy the feasts
At least and at last in this joyous season, let’s live in peace.
Copyright © December 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The sky is well-lighted with bright stars
The streets are littered with shiny cars
The motorists are playing Xmas carols
The children are excited ‘cause Mr. Claus
Papa Noel is coming in person tonight
To bring toys to boys who did not fight
This year and gifts to girls and gals
Who have been good all year long
Let's sing along, let's sing this song
Peace to the World, Love to the Universe
Like Nat King Cole; there is no need to rehearse.
Copyright © December,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
December is the coolest month
Or the coldest month in some countries
Bring the toys, bring the candies
Grab a jacket, grab a coat and wear pajamas
At night. Stay away from the labyrinth
Get a Christmas tree to decorate
December is the jolliest month of the year
This is the winter month to go from fête to fête
Ride, ride the carousels
Ring, ring the bells
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets, cheer
Cheer and sing Christmas Carols to celebrate
The birth of Jesus Christ
Let it snow, let it snow
Smile and paint a rainbow
Be happy, be enticed
Have a very merry Christmas
Peace on Earth! Peace alas!
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I am dreaming of a pitch-black Christmas night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seen
In the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and bright
And the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
I am dreaming of a dark black Noel night
Where all babies experience and see while asleep
The jamboree that I'm enjoying under the beam light
Of a flying sleigh. What I am saying is incredibly deep.
When the sky is pitch-black, there's always a party in Heaven
The angels wear an array of colors with their Sunday best
God sits atop, right in the middle of the feast in Eden.
I'm dreaming of a marriage between darkness and brightness
Where there is no evil, there is no Hell in man's consciousness
I‘m not sleeping but I'm dreaming like Baby Jesus in the nest.
Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Twas the night
before Christmas
the night
a window glass
of cloudless sapphire
blissful dome.
sunrays
joyful bloom
from a
Christmas tree
full of gifts
in a small town named
after a song " Noel."
Bless
is the babe Jesus.
12/8/2022
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Xmas is the anniversary of the birth of Jesus Christ,
The human God, who is living somewhere in the sky.
Christmas is a season, a time full of fun and joys,
Where young and adult children receive new toys.
Xmas is the celebration of true peace and love,
That's when everyone is seeking the Man above.
Christmas is the best time to express positive feelings,
A time that the human family, in unison, prays and sings.
Papa Noel is flexible; he comes down the chimney
Surprisingly without getting stuck, without calling 911,
To rescue him from the jubilantly burning furnace.
May the spirit of peace and brotherhood
Reverberate throughout the neighborhood,
For the years to come. May we behave as one.
Copyright © December 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Can you imagine cream and sugar stirred
into snowy banks and winter flakes whirred.
Ice crystals forming into skating pond
for strawberries' axels and jumps beyond.
Chocolate trees stand, as limbs but a shell.
Gumdrops are children singing soft Noel.
Afternoon dish of strawberry ice cream:
tongue-lickin' good with room for tiny dream.
June 20, 2022
for Julia Ward's Ice Cream Poetry Contest
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