Wearing the champion beau crown
William's port the dude's tug was bound
Sapphire ring
Shined with bling
Lucky, very happy
Not sappy
Snow coming down hard
Staring from the bar
"Time, I carry out this mission,
It is her decision,
Destiny on my side
She will decide
Doing the right thing
Since I am her King"
There she was
Showing Princess buzz
Until the liberty bell sent a response
"Anything else are their wants?
Voice shouted, filled with demand
Making the command
"Formal nice white dress
Bridesmaids will be impressed
Romance
Special dance
Day reserved for me
Is what I decree"
Months later
Brotherly love paid her
Weather turned warm
And a family was born
Creating a Queen for the day
Hearing people say
"Good luck," sending off the pair
Confirming a permanent affair
Loving emotions that cannot be compared
Since once the key stone is unlocked
Married couples are off the marketing block
The owl, sipping port in his study,
Perusing philosophy muddy,
Proclaimed “Kant is cant,
And read more I shan’t,
I well know a fowl fuddy-duddy!”
Leaving port once again,
never knowing if or when
we'll return, so until we do,
I'll carry with me thoughts of you,
and, tho' sails are set, charted course laid out,
there's still time to come about,
now, as the skipper shouts, “Helm's a-lee!” to me,
then's when I know, here's where I should be,
at the wheel, the vessel in stays,
yet, I can but do, the best I can,
as a running sea has many ways,
of soundly grounding, both ship and man.
It is deceptively easy,
yet unbelievably hard—
to protect and serve,
while carrying the weight of every call,
every scene, every shadowed moment.
High expectations weigh heavy,
with minimal support to lean on.
Yet you answer love for neighbors
with an unbelievable calling.
Law enforcers,
unbelievable human beings—
standing between us and the dark side
of our shared humanity,
keeping us safe night after night.
Sympathetic. Empathetic.
Steadfast through the storm.
Port St. Lucie Police Department,
you are a quiet blessing
to our community's happiness,
a shield we too often take for granted.
Thank you—for the unseen burdens you bear,
and for the peace you help us keep.
AT THE PORT OF AMAZING GRACE
On a remote isle of
emotional consciousness
wandering undulating waves
kiss shores sanded with keloid memories
reflecting a journey sailed over whirlwind waters
of testing currents of life that battered my faithful ship of hope
that is now docked at the disembarking horizon of God’s great
port of amazing grace: its bells ringing love and clanging liberty:-
The other side we face a steep ascent;
To immigrants a big ask for consent.
If it's a harbor at the end of the beach
then just say my name in a whisper
like a boat going back and forth
within its sturdy walls
And if it's a house
then the door is cracked
even though it's battered by the wind
There's no hot tea there
let alone the lonely flower of eternity
only soft eyes that feel different
No, not because everything has faded
but simply because it's over
this body still exists amidst the dusty walls
and you just need to speak
And if everything is gone
conveyed in the coldness of your low voice
then never close that door
let the dust continue to seep in between the cracks
and everything will fade
but not all the stories
that you whispered in the dim emptiness
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Threads of Thoughts
threads of thoughts
ever trail my mind
as a companion
that never leaves me lonely
as I stroll along
the corridors of life
in the stillness of solitude
in the midst of the multitude
at the break of dawn
during sunshine of the day
in the dim shadows of twilight
and darkness of night
as a moment without thought
I cannot be myself.
threads of thoughts
ever stand by my side
as a guardian
surveying my ins and outs
all along my journey
counselling me
on the road ahead
in search of my goal in life
as without them
I would be like a ship
without a captain
that will sail in the wide sea
without knowing
at which port to land
Let’s make the Greenland green again
Melt down the ice with fire
Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land
A city of desire
Erect the towers most gigantic
And hotels on the coast
The biggest port on the Atlantic
I dare to propose
Let’s make some money out of soil
I hope you understand
We’ll label it a Greenland oil
A number one oil brand
The Danish king must be well paid
To him we’ll do no harm
We’ll offer him a job to paint
A brand new coat of arms
I’ll be depicted in my pants
With a stone axe in hand
Parading on the golden sands
Of Greenland’s pleasand land!
I have one green goal
To shed fears that weigh
Down my soul like black coal
And find my wings publishing
My song hoping it will be known
As an anthem of advocacy
For those who need a warning
Not to drink and drive
I am a poet who writes despite
Short days and long lunar nights
I sing with my purple pen
Dream of peachy publishing
That my heart will be heard
And perhaps a life saved
For someone special died
Because another drinks and drives
At last a rationale has struck! And the poisions out of style
Port Hedland council has recognised that deaths have
Grown.. Too wild; and how.' I'll give it here to you.! From one a week
On average, now at seven too sad yet true.' its time and
Past, it could never last, the con-vid tale; has fallen through. fast!
Now Hedlanders what will you do.? Now at last some are speaking true.! Close ranks' its your time; now to 'rise and shine'
That all Australia, may..( Stand to )
Is this a poem? -- I'd say so!
Near my home, convenient, clean
and comfy. Very low prices.
Varied delicious specials.
Slogans artistically painted
in strategically located spots --
poetic samples of our regional
colorful cuisine and culture:
"I like my cafecito with a little chisme"
(I like my coffee with a little gossip);
"Y la dieta?" (And the diet?)
and near the register, another:
"Hay que empezar el dia con
HUEVOS,*
frijoles, chilaquiles, y cafe"
(You have to start the day with
EGGS,
beans, chilaquiles, and coffee).
At the exit, beside the door:
"Si acabas de llegar bienvenidos,
y si ya se vas vuelve pronto"
(If you have just arrived welcome,
and if you are already going
come back soon!)
An important part of home.
At this location since 1984.
Friendly and familiar.
Puro poesia. Pure poetry.
*"con huevos", here has double meaning
Manifestations of your Gauzy Fantasies
Unravelling Bonds of Tangled, Mangled Destinies
Sun of Man Set His Right Eye on Me
Tenaciously Searing, Calculating
To Entrap Me, A Prisoner to His Needs
Inspired A Premedimated Deed did He
With Intent To Plant a Seed!
Stormed Wrecked and Invaded My Archipelago
Pirate Prowess, Sophomoric,
He Stared, I Jeered, Blotted Proviso Smeared
Drenched In Salted Sweet, Freshly Spring Showered Awhile Ago
Armpits Crying, Young Sun, I've Done No Wrong
No Shade to Evade the Soundless Seranade
As The Father, Not the Sun, Pearched In a Chariot
Cascaded, Paraded Crusade
Blazing Rays, No Mercy, No Refrain
Solar Purgatory, Solicited by the Solar Nova Hovering above Port-of Spain
Evaporated Senses, Smothered Disdain, Budding Foliage Scorched and Drained
Organically Syphoning Hydration Reserved for Lack of Rain
Heat Rashes, Depleted Cortizone Stashes
Senses Assunder, Lost in Wander
Drifting Sun Stroked, Begging Pardon, Parched and Punished In Port of Spain!
'Pon Mt. Edgecumbe lies soft serve ice cream
Being surrounded by fuchsia lips
Wishfully gazed upon by a cobalt blue dream
Over the port full of harbor ships
Colors of the sky predicting snow pretty ugly
The ice cream running down the mountain awfully good
Those waters in the harbor down deep bubbly
Teeming with jumbo shrimp and on the beach driftwood
Sitka, Alaska experiences each day's end
With a sky ending with special delights
Sky and earth seem to together blend
When day seems to slip into the dark night
finis'...
Written: June 2 and 3, 2023
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