not new nor novel no more
See some sights, see some more
But now I am standing at my door
The room the same as before
not new nor novel no more
Still, I can't be bothered to make a change
Yet I'm longing to turn the page
standing still at center stage
not new nor novel no more
But I could change the game
If I could only bother to
But it's the same as it was
not new nor novel
Lover of novels
Always immersed mind full of
Imagination.
Her past is murky
Filled with secrets and falsehoods
She speaks of it naught
She is a mystery novel
Whose pages are glued shut
my love life is like a plot in a grand novel,
where dawn stands tall,
yet dusk must kneel
and grovel.
each chapter of it dims as twilight nears,
unleashing darkness that feeds on
the carcass of
waning years.
yet expectation remains high...
waiting for another page
to turn and turn
until old age.
meanwhile, the plot keeps thickening...
bringing to life
more of the fears
in a world full of strife.
yet love keeps its shine in the distance,
like a mirage that gleams in space,
offering false satiation,
only to fade into non-existence.
but the story will never end...
until the Author of all things
chooses to write an epilogue
of how much of his love we all depend.
boy meets girl,passions kiss,dynasty
FORM: NOVEL in 6 words
A new day
Comes every day
With a morning, a noon
An afternoon and an evening
It's day and it's night
Across the countryside.
The first day of the year
Is as special as the last
Man creates days of feast
To distinguish himself from the beast
That says that all days are the same
Like the wind that dances and sows.
There is a beginning
To smile and laugh
And an end of time
To cry and die
The animals are right
A new season does not matter.
A new year, a new day
A new week, a new month
A new night, a new noon
A new sun, a new moon.
Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
With ten thousand places to go
And it won't cost me a dime,
Just to walk a block or so ...
Takes a few minutes of my time
And it won't cost me a dime
To borrow one library book,
Takes a few minutes of my time
To browse around and look ...
To borrow one library book
Is to open up a great door,
To browse around and look ...
At a place never known before
Is to open up a great door
A thing that I dare to do ...
At a place never known before
Then, o, to walk on through
A thing that I dare to do ...
And need to, o, so badly,
Then, o, to walk on through
And disappear ever madly
And need to, o, so badly
Just to walk a block or so ...
And disappear ever madly
With ten thousand places to go.
After the novel
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker with life
slowly, the morning came, and night had been
hectic, love stories and romance, nothing
for it, books have helped ruin his life
Bookstores were my life’s mooring
Where my spirit felt both shy and effusive
Shy, bashful, a girl wearing her heart on her sleeve,
Effusive, flowing about the pages – impulsive,
Resisting the urge to plow through the words
Without indulging in the crisp scent of this new novel.
romantic novel formula
explained in brevity
woman meets man
who hides his riches
they fall crazily in love
big misunderstanding
fight and miscommunication
the couple makes up
another romantic novel
A brand new candidate got elected
The present incumbent got ejected
Lambasted and rejected
‘Tis another novel dawn in America
‘Tis another extraordinary day at the plaza
Of love, unity, justice, far from any drama.
The streets are full of happy citizens
The children are playing safely in the streets
Bring the flags; bring the food and the sheets
To have festive barbeques under the tents
‘Tis the time to be elated
A new President got anointed.
There is a patriotic rainbow in the sky
America's nightmare is indisputably over
Our hope is well, reborn, alive and high
‘Tis another dawn of togetherness and power
Power to the People who've been yearning for better days
Long live America! It's time to wane the blaze and the haze.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
We are all there in memoirs that live on
An unending story that's long bygone
We’re the result of someone's love story
The produce of shared love amatory.
Those whom once made wishes upon a star
Wishes that made us become who we are
In the Garden of Eden long ago
Where temptation lit up romances glow.
Our happiness, sorrow and heartbreak too
Maybe a dream that did or didn't come true
We are all characters in history
The wonderful book of life's mystery.
As time goes ticking by, the pages grow
Each one of us helps the magic to flow
Whilst making footprints along life's highway
A journey leading to Heaven's stairway.
However long your love story may last
The memory will remain of what’s past
Love flows through future generations too
Those who will be a little bit of you.
Love is ageless, love is what gets us through
All trials and trauma we ever knew
Continue to write of each stage of life
The unfinished novel on which we write.
The Great American Novel,
Is what I’m working on,
For it shall be a marvel,
To show of dusk and dawn.
Oh, it will tell of wonders,
Of all the good and bad,
The miracles and blunders,
Of happy and the sad.
It shall be an epic tale:
Adventures far and great!
Through hot and cold, rain and hail,
The curves upon the straight.
By now you may be smitten,
Of just have far I’ve got,
On paper what I’ve written,
In truth, is not a lot.
But what I have’s colossal,
And right in front to look,
The Great American Novel,
My title of the book.
You said, ‘move on’
As it is a new season
This sounds like a Kafkaesque novelty
This is an ungodly form of hypocrisy
Suffused with a boisterous rudeness
Ingratitude can only brings sadness
You forgot about the awesomely beautiful memories
You’re now a ruthless omen imbued with ruses
Still, every day should be a new season
A new hour to enthrall or to beckon
It’s a shame that you’ve changed style
And your behavior is now odd and vile
I will move on as suggested
Yet, I know that memories can never be deleted
Erased or obliterated. You’re forever indebted
As I am obliged ad vitam aeternam to cherish you, my friend
Sorry that you’re no longer in need of a helping hand
Remember that the past is important
The present is interesting and tomorrow
Or the future will be an amalgam of joy and sorrow
This is a novel season
I have bravely moved on
And you are cowardly in contempt.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Iran seized 66 American hostages in 1979
held 52 for more than a year
The pressure on Jimmy Carter was too much to bear
So, the President attempted a rescue mission
though it failed, he just couldn’t do nothing
Yet on the day of 'Dutch' Reagan’s inauguration
Iran released all 52, because RR did ‘something’
That ‘novel something’ that Ronnie R. did
He talked tough, didn’t blink an eyelid
Today, Joe Biden gives away billions to the mullahs
like Santa Claus, he’s such a ‘jolly good fella’…
And where is the outcry today
for the 20 Americans still in harm’s way
Seems Americans have taken a shine to Hamas*
for which the hostages and their families
are at quite a loss
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* Hamas is Iran's proxy in Gaza, and in Yehuda and
Shomron, (aka 'The West Bank' of the Jordan River).
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