ALEXANDRIA
I came late to Jesus,
Got cancer before my time,
Watched my husband die,
Found my baby drowned.
What did I do wrong?
Followed His church’s way,
Never missed a Sunday mass,
Confessed my sins religiously.
Refused to hear the call
For contraception—
That was not God’s way.
I made Him a dozen babies.
Why’d he punish me?
My faith wasn’t always strong.
Still, I never strayed,
Took communion regularly.
I prepare myself to meet my Maker.
Doctor says I only have a day or two.
Jesus, come to me—
Save me from eternal void.
This year, my darling love, you’ll receive more than flowers
Jewelry, candy, candles, gifts, kisses and chocolate bars
You will also get your AARP letter and your Medicare card
It’s vital that you take good care of yourself going forward.
Since you’re now sixty-five years old, you should feel blessed
Lucky, privileged and chosen. Please, please never get depressed
Age is always a good number, as long as you’re very healthy
And funny. The Almighty God is now watching over you regularly.
Eat well, drink more water, take your medications and vitamins daily
You’re now a senior, that’s a major step forward and a serious promotion
Since you’re retired, take a walk once a while. And that’s not being lazy.
You’ve worked all your life and have earned fair and square your pension
Your grandchildren and family will come to visit and spend time with you
I wish you a Landmark Birthday. Dear love, a blissful life is awaiting you.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the sweet friend of my heart and soul.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Time flows
Sometimes slow
Sometimes fast.
Do you believe that?
Time flows regularly.
Like the pendulum
Of a perfectly aligned
Old Large 19th Century
Mahogany 8 Day Arch Dial
Longcase Grandfather Clock.
Yet time is relative.
If you are happy
It seems to go fast
Like a sailing boat
With winds that blows and drives
All sailing boats.
If you are sad then
No wind blows.
The boat is stuck nowhere
In mid ocean
And worry erupts.
a poor scribble
Sophie and her family
Had once found
Two sicklish cub lionesses
In the forest.
And had decided to take them home;
They had a big garden.
So her father and she
Had decided to keep them;
The lionesses
Not only turned up healthy
But they even made cubs;
Sophie would go
And spend time with them
Regularly;
One day when she walked
Outside in the garden
And found the cubs reading the bible;
She got surprised;
«They are reading the bible?»
«My father has made them read the bible!»
«He certainly has got sense of humor!»
She thought to herself;
«What a prank!»
She made her way in the main road;
Meanwhile one of the cubs whispered to the other
Something about sin and eternal life;
«Just imagine the surprise of the lionesses,
When they see them.»
She said to herself;
She had walked for a while,
But then decided,
That she would take the book away from them;
But when she returned,
She already found them chewing
And biting on the book;
Maybe some of us have an inclination and are somehow aware
That there exists a foredoomed concoction of our cerebral affairs
And that there are others who are passive, masquerading in plain sight
Hiding their cascades of sorrow, behind facades of solace and smiles
Nobody knows of what escapades, that each of us were bequeathed
Yet perhaps we all know that deep down, there exists an alternative
A perplexing ringing, an insatiable itch that just won't go away
And with no concept of clarity, we unjustly gaze towards tomorrow’s hostility
Signs adorn the peripheral landscape, only their messages are wearily obsolete
Perplexities whilst disconcerting, never cause any degree of mystifying disbelief
Even though these are somewhat difficult memories, upon which we regularly reflect
Cursed are we amongst these others, undeservedly aware that the cure is the disease
It is truly with ultimate desperation that we shall endeavour never to forget
So we simply shrug this nuance aside and continually pursue the shadows tail.
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if i clean her
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She won't
"choke"
Miniature Edens. Regularly insular
but small hopes can't be
everything in poverty.
Big brains flee from atrophy.
they swagger in badges
hallways of fluorescent lies
drag me by the collar
into their personal theater of power
guns gleam like broken promises
questions barked through gritted teeth
hands cuffed before words finish
justice danced on cold linoleum floors
they say order is sacred
while stomping the petals of freedom
paper walls of our rights
tear under boot heels
every knock at midnight
echoes the guillotine’s whisper
we’re born equal on paper
but in their hands, paper bleeds dry
and still—
we hope for mercy
in the belly of this machine
Your body is your temple
Love and take care of it
Keep yourself healthy
Care for physical hygiene
Have a care for deportment
Have a good sleep habit
Exercise regularly
Take a balanced diet.
One's disrespect for power and control regularly
Greets me with different names yet they have
Similar narcissistic traits. Naivety
Innocence lost, cloudy judgments, trust broken,
Smiling faces wearing masks, stabbed slowly
Hidden masks, and ulterior motives yet in time
The facade will soon reveal that time is the truth
Naivety
Emotionally injected, mentally, and physically raped.
Humiliation lies deeply suffocating and imprinted
with distress assuming I was being protected and
guarded by someone I entrusted. Naivety
Blood Puddles
Blood puddles appear regularly on
the floor of
the spare room. They can
talk. They have an eagerness of
vision or
thoughts. Because they possess an
improved than I skill to
make the right decisions I sometimes get them to
make small and
big decisions for me. For doing that I feed them
artificial fibres used for
blankets and clothes. I feed them
too paint.
Be good to your mother
In this next life, she won't come back
More than half of her life lived because of you
Be sure to treat yourself well
After you become a father or a mother
You will become like them
Almost living with your children
One day, you will leave in this world
You will see that
No one in this world will truly love you like them
When life gets tough
Don't tell your mother all the time
She probably won't help you
She also has insomnia
There's a sentence that hurt me
If one life could change one
In this roof of this hospital
That would be too many mothers lining up
For check up and child deliveries
In the end, having a car in front of the house
Is not rich after all
But having a mother at home is blessed
Come back home to your parents regularly
Don't let yourself regret anything
Remember your parents while still here
Parents go, life still has a way back for them
After all the love our parent give
Are the love that we children get.
Someone spoke to me of the amazing mounds built
by ants and how they best dispose of them. I spoke of how from under the ground without a sound, they astound. And
I spoke of the rapidity with which they constructed
their mounds but added, "I have no desire to
dispose of them". I regularly encounter them
along the driveway and near my mailbox, but
I see no reason that the ants and I cannot
co-exist because we both have our God-given
purpose; and it appears that their purposes
do not infringe upon mine.
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harmonious sound
resonates
in
consistent
cadence
consonant
repetition
connects
mind
to ear
words dance
across
te page–
embrace
stress
again
&again
Musicality
occurs
& engages
patterns
in
syllablic
similarity
rhythm rises
regularly
&
flows serenely
heightens
expectations
&
captivates
enriching
the
sense
of emotion
captures
&
connects
aesthetic
in
mutual
sensory effect
Glenn Hughes has been performing
For over 50 years
He is the Voice of Rock
Glenn has been in many bands
Finders Keepers, phenomena, Deep Purple
California Breed, Voodoo Hill, the Dead Daisies
Black Country Communion, Trapeze,
Black Sabbath and more
He has many studio albums
And has also been in collaborations
With thrall, robin george and joe Lynn Turner
To just name a few
But be sure to check out his two albums with
Tony Iommi
He regularly goes on tour
And is now doing a deep purple tour
Burn, getting tighter, sail away, Stormbringer
Are just some of the songs he’s covering
Glenn loves his fans
And he writes about the human condition
His songs are very powerful
Each month I run a Glenn Hughes inspired
Poetry contest
Can you write something so grand?
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