Shadows of burden, dissolve in the sun,
The many are scattered, the essence is one.
Rise from the deluge, steady and still,
I am the anchor, I am the will.
Chaos, be silent! Clarity, ignite!
I stand as the master, I stand in the light!
I took it upon myself
to conquer my fear
I had enough of living
with excessive caution
Never again would I shudder
at the threat of water
I would become the epitome
of courage for all to see
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Initiated by his 1848 discovery
the California Gold Rush peaked in '49
at John A. Sutter's Mill
where finding flecks of 96% pure 23 carat fine
in the American River muck
Marshall exclaimed, 'I have found it, it's mine!'
for altho' a carpenter from New Jersey in Coloma
on 24th January he was in luck
and overcome at the site of his find
in total amazement he was orestruck
I'm safe,
Guided,
Jesus rocks my soul,
Strength through loyalty, our faith,
Overcomes setbacks.
In the USA, Black History month is celebrated
In February, the month with the shortest days
Meanwhile in my world, I celebrate year-round, every day
In my heart: Black History. I'm absolutely delighted
To the point of being ridiculously amazed
I'm laughing, giggling. This is taking my breath away
In reality, we need thirteen months to celebrate
Black History. Be mindful that everything started
In Africa. However, I am saying ‘thank you' anyway
There is no need to say obviously more or elaborate
Mankind must be pompously and joyfully celebrated
On a daily basis. There will be no world without Africa
We all must hear the message: Africa is the Motherland
Africa is the Mother of history. You might not want to stand
With me. Please prove me wrong. Show that you understand
The saga.
Copyright © February 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Brother Martin Luther King Jr. did not die in vain
Heck no, the Kennedy brothers did not die in vain
And countless brave protesters did not die in vain.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
It not easy to think and to write about the pain
Which our ancestors have endured over the years
They fought and died for this land of opportunities.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Heck no, Brother Malcolm X did not die in vain
Many brave young fighters did not die in vain
It is a shame that many agitators are so insane.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Jesus Christ was crucified and died for our sins
Presently, we cannot have a resurgence of gangs
Racist gangsters roaming in our lives like crazy ants.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Copyright© August 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
Breathe in
Dive in the numbing water
Freeze off all the guilt
Use the rusty meat cleaver
Chop off the rest
Speak into the nothingness
Have the river current speak back
Understand the minnows?
Stay in groups, leave in ones?
Be adventurous
Mumble to yourself at karaoke night,
crushing the non-alcoholic drink in your red solo cup
Pretend you peed yourself so you don’t seem clumsy
Red knuckles on the rotten wood
One bang away from bleeding
Sit by the same river
Move to the little island not yet overtaken
Night fall
Skip the stone like your worries
Hold the sky like your burden
Fail
Remember the Swiss Army knife can’t spread butter
Think of Grandma’s kitchen
Be normal
Swim
Swim relentlessly into the empty night
Be the constellation the light of the stars reflects against
Move on
Move forward.
When there is
Nothing to win
Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
And nothing to prove
Remain at ease
Move on, ride on
Crawl, walk and run.
The sky remains blue
The ocean is deep blue
There is nothing to pursue
Move on with the wind
Stop playing in the sand
Nothing to move
Nothing to prove
Nothing to muse
And nothing else to lose
No, no do not pause.
There is absolutely
Nothing to gain
Nothing to win
And nothing to see
When everything is done
Crawl, walk, and run
Move on, please, please
Ride away with great ease.
Copyright © November 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Emotion will overcome,
The one we have while crossing Yellowstone Park,
With two loyal friends,
Walking on walkways above the bubbling
from Mammoth Spring,
The one we have using a defibrillator to see a heart
Beat again,
Emotion will win, the one we have when looking at the stars
shining in the selfish night,
The one we have while detailing the lights sparkle on the other side of the bay,
That one emotion while listening to a cantata by Bach, while facing the sea,
The faith in God transcending our souls, our spirits,
The emotion one has when thinking about our mom loosing her ideals
staying in bed,
the emotion will overcome,
The one we have as a passenger, at each takeoff or landing of a Boeing 747,
That emotion while admiring a painting of Monet or Botticelli,
That one by reading our travel book about Brazil,
That of the child discovering his gifts under the Christmas tree,
the emotion will win,
That of the tourist from Brest, discovering for the first time
Manhattan,
or photographing whales off the coast of Cape Code,
The one of the teacher looking into the eyes of a eleventh grader,
Emotion will conquer, or the world will perish.
Let the light shine
And the dark will not recede
As much as become the light itself.
When the world is so divided
Tense and anxious and cloaked in fear
It’s essential to simply remember
There will always be a dawn.
Peace is not impossible
It is in fact simple
When we take a breath
And just exhale
Letting whatever we hold within, out
And letting a little more light in.
(9/22/25)
This company action, has thwarted the slaughter of almost four hundred B C
Ostriches in Canada, that are essential
Key workers? In helping with avian flu
Antibody rescearch.' My hat off to you
Jeremy..You are a true leader; and your
Co-workers are hero's also.' I wish your
Firm all the sucesss possible.'
It's so exciting
Very amazing
When you fall
Into the right circle
They never leave you
Steadily thriving and standing
With you no matter the season.
Always boosting
Your confidence
Giving you muse
To act not react
Giving you enthusiasm
Enlightening you;
Discernment over discrimination.
There's nothing
Compare to
Your authentic ones
Never pick any over you
Always interested in you
Prioritizing your wants and needs
Steadily doing anything and everything for you
Watch your circle, so you can overcome all obstacles.
Dear Fear,
I remember the first time you were here.
First day of my new school, my grandma warned me…,
It’s a bad world, my girl, that won’t like you to be free.
Remember these words, they will protect you for life.
I thought she was shielding me,
but she was just preparing me to be someone’s wife.
Dear Fear, I see you’ve been fooling me since then,
keeping me from raising my voice,
scaring me with terrible whispers, again and again.
You had my grandma’s face ,
but there was something off with your voice.
I noticed...
but I was conditioned that way. I had no choice.
But things are different now, you see,
I’ve decided to be the real me.
Things were much better when you weren’t here.
Dear Fear, it’s clear...
you are not welcome anywhere near.
I’m not going to pass you on to the next generation,
Give me back the reins you placed on my imagination.
Dear Fear, you’ve done enough,
You’ve never been a friend,
So I’m writing this letter to inform you...
for you, THIS IS THE END.
You have given me the ability to overcome,
Here I do to you proudly come,
To tell you how I overcame the evil,
Helping humanity to rise and punish the devil.
I succeeded with your blessings,
And now come to you,
All I need is hope,
In my mind showing me the ways to cope.
I respect you and love you,
And I also wish well to humanity,
And promise you that I will abolish the evil too,
And save the world from insanity.
I slumbered, half-dead, lost in oblivion's night
Unaware of my surroundings, a fleeting, fragile light
Sleep, a battleground where life and death entwine
A struggle to survive, a war to reclaim the divine
But when I wake, the night's dark battle's won
I've emerged victorious, the morning's golden sun
And when I sleep, unbroken by the day's fierce strife
I've conquered the day's battle, a warrior's hard-won life
I rise, hale and hearty, with morning's vibrant dew
And praise my Maker, whose mercy saw me through
I fought the night's dark battle, and prevailed to see
The dawn's triumphant glory, a new day's destiny
Oh Lord, my God, guide me through the day's ordeal
For many rise with morning, but some will not reveal
The battle of life's crushing weight, its merciless design
Many will fall, but I, oh Lord, will rise, with heart and mind.
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