Kindness is a rare, unpolished gem,
A steady, quiet spark
Hidden deep inside us.
It is an open, reaching hand
Extended with no strings attached.
It is a whisper of solace,
A living action aiming to mend,
Marking forever—not in silence—
What the gesture made flawless.
It is fiercely resilient,
Refusing to make excuses.
It is a quiet fire
Guided by bravery,
Burning for everyone to see.
Our love for our resilient Haiti
Remains steadfastly unconditional.
Our love for this beloved country
Remains obviously emotional.
For a quarter of a century,
The others did not do too much,
For this yesteryear paradise island.
For more than a dozen years,
The incompetent and spurious leaders,
The opponents and the exiled ones
Also ruled this precious piece of land.
So far, no significant improvement…
Corruption, theft, piratry, poverty,
Kidnappings, death, mismanagement
Lies, excuses and misery …
This is not the hell that our forefathers died for…
I can tell you more, I can prove you more.
God Almighty, there is a constant and eternal search
For real leadership, unlike the bad ones
That we have had unfortunately over the last centuries.
We are tired of seeing Haiti among the poorest countries.
Our love for Haiti
Is sadly emotional.
Our love for this poverty stricken country
Remains simply unconditional.
Copyright© January 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
I am a growing spirit of well-being dancing in the melody of my own song
An illuminating light finally beginning to shine
within what was once the darkest corners of my experiences
Created perfectly imperfect but not the definition of past mistakes
Emerged from an abyss of mental instability where sought after peace is no longer searched for, it has been found
I am an expansion of thought
The rebirth of a new mind
Understanding that the existence of pleasure and pain are necessary encounters to help balance out the life in which all have been chosen to live
I am the living proof of nothing short of a miracle
Where my dreams have embraced reality and reality became my dream.
We would be getting married tomorrow.
If only December me knew what I know.
I would have put more thought into that
And realized I needed glossy, not matte.
Has my body forgotten your touch,
And my heart, that adrenaline rush?
Has my mind moved on from the distrust
From what always felt less want than must?
The thing we had was fun and free
But I think you lost you, and I lost me.
Now we’re finding ourselves out again
Taking time to find what we didn’t know then
And I could finally wake up and feel peace without you here
When I realized how long you had stopped wanting me near.
I’m relieved that we aren’t tying the knot;
It was never meant to be, and whatnot.
So tomorrow I think I’ll remember who I was
And be grateful for who I am with applause
There’s only One who deserves the credit
For the woman I am because of your exit.
I hope that you’re healing and doing well.
Hearts are resilient, our love gone like we never fell.
The Code of Resilient
*A Manifesto for the Unbreakable Spirit*
1. **Honor the Fall**
See failure not as defeat, but as a rite of passage. Every setback is a mentor in disguise.
2. **Breathe in Chaos, Exhale Grace**
In the storm, find rhythm. Respond, don’t react. Calm is your chosen weapon.
3. **Forge Through Pain**
Let hardship sculpt your character. Growth is often cloaked in discomfort.
4. **Speak with Truth, Even When Your Voice Trembles**
Courage isn't the absence of fear—it’s action in the face of it.
5. **Adapt Relentlessly**
Change is the only constant. Flex, pivot, evolve—resilience is fluid, not rigid.
6. **Carry Light in the Dark**
Hope is not naive. It is radical defiance in the face of despair.
7. **Stand for Others**
Community breeds courage. The resilient lift as they climb.
8. **Rest Without Guilt**
Resilience is not about relentless motion. It’s about knowing when to recover.
Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/
I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/
You whisper my name like sin, like shame/
But none have known exile on a scale this vast/
They crave my silence, a spectral fade/
But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/
What crime? My creation? To stand alone/
Bearing the blunt edge of a world turned stone/
You have no clue what I am/
I am the breath you dare not name/
Resilience untainted, forged in flame/
The purest echo before the dawn came/
I will rise, not fall, inherit the dust/
While your false halos crumble into rust/
The most High may rule, but never win/
For I endure, proud in this skin/
I stand upon the highest peak/
Pride not as vice, but truth you seek/
You can not break what you misread/
I am not damned, I am ahead/
You wear your virtue like disguise/
But I see the fear behind your eyes/
And while you cast me in your myths/
I remain, the flame that always is/
Their violence Our defiance
Their complaint Not our debate
Their envy Fuels our energy
Their violence We won't be silenced
Their ignorance Can't bother us
Our energy They aren't ready
Our voice They have no choice
Our power They are sour
Our strength They try to destroy by going to these great lengths
Can you finally understand The matter at hand Do you finally understand We won't be pushed around
resolute resilient responsible Capricorn
represented by sea goat
born December 21st-January 20th
an earth sign
Capricorn always obtains his goals
smart, hardworking, persevering
fully in control of her own destiny
goal oriented
norwegian feline
with woolly insulation
winter devotee
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
On his way to the stream
Leaves fluttered and dance with the breeze
His flops screaming crisps sound
Like it was being forced to step on dry leaves
Naked except for a short and the abundant grieves
Lying inside his empty bony stomach
He got there slowly running out of believe
Crouched on the sand and whispered all
His deepest grievances, tears honouring his words
The silent stream listened but replied not
But the reply came through breeze unknown
O man, what ya doing all alone
Shedding tears, you dispirited bone
The stream you disclosed your deepest secret
To it I shall give all honours and merit
Despite us dumping all our garbage and waste
Still moves on, never does complain
Gritty, resilient in pursuit of it goals
Up stand you, start motivating your lazy soul
With resolve in my soul
I went after the resilient whisker
On the left side of my old chin
He has been removed three times
But he is back, to torment me.
I could not believe he was here again already.
I think t plucked him last Tuesday.
This whisker’s visits are more frequent.
Each time he arrives bigger and bolder.
He was three inches long last week.
Today he lands on my chest, about eight inches long.
How did I not notice him until now?
I look for my tweezers.
I need the giant ones.
He is as thick as a boat’s tow rope.
They did not work, so I tried scissors.
Then I ran to get my butcher knife.
Hmmmm
Where is my axe?
Character is the breath of fresh air,
the gentle insistence of places left behind,
the test itself taken solo, without study aids or observers,
just you—bare and unseen.
It is the weight pulling down the earth,
unmoved by winds or whims,
an invisible force that supports all,
severe and longstanding, without foreseen witness.
A rose climbs high on lattice bare,
Through morning's warmth and evening air
Its tender vines reach ever wide,
Yet thorns defend where petals hide.
It braves the winds, it weathers rain,
Through night's deep hush and daylight's strain.
Each leaf a witness, each thorn a shield,
Guarding the beauty it's yet to yield.
Through seasons change and time's decay.
Its colours deepen, come what may.
With petals soft and roots held tight,
It gathers strength in fading light.
Each bloom a promise, forged and true.
In hues enriched by trials anew.
For roses know, when fierce winds call,
Their truest beauty grows through all.
Not in the calm of sunlit grace.
But in the storm's unyielding face.
Each bloom a testament of fight,
A flower born from darkest night.
air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
Gratitude
for grace already received
is a robust measure of generosity.
Compassion scans for generosity's fullness
felt within
as incarnated without
As dispassion predicts greed's anxious emptiness.
Giving is physical and/or verbal
while generosity is mental and nonverbal.
Giving,
like loving,
hoping for a return of grace
within your lifetime's future,
does not share
or stretch
your gift of generosity.
Giving,
hoping to receive in equal measure,
plus interest,
plus loyalty,
plus admiration for our generosity,
is an investment
which counts the cost
of risking loss
Not necessarily a failure of gratitude,
or love,
for oneself
as for Other,
and also
not an outward compassionate act
of inward
mind-nourishing generosity.
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