Am I my brother’s keeper?
Like they taught in Sunday school.
I hope that it's not true.
I don't want to be his keeper.
He's much too sticky,
his stink will make you hurl.
Why would I want to keep him?
He always makes a mess
by breaking all my stuff.
Can my sister be his keeper?
He’s always liked her best.
I'm sure that she won't mind—
She’ll be just fine!
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
They said we were liars
Burnt away all our cities
But even with these fires
I still felt the cool breeze
My little star, don’t ever fall
Run before the sky hits dawn
I’ll be here to catch you now
Even if I don’t know how
They won’t take the motherland
The home of us all
Don’t let them lay their hands on you
I’ll keep you safe, it’s very true
And as the sun sets tonight
You’ll beat cancer in this fight
And when our leader screams your name
Or if this place goes down in flames
Just call for some help from me
And together we’ll run free
If time were a gift
I would open it like the Christmas kind
with smiles, laughter, and joy
but still, I would make a wish, as if Santa would answer,
I would wish to change something
Perhaps my siblings' fate
I would tell her young self to love less
I would be a bit rude to her, so that
she may learn that love is not of existence
I would erase the word love from
her completely
and maybe then, when I come back, she wouldn't be fooled by it
by its wrapped, faded beauty
and somehow we could still be friends
and I could still call her sister
and maybe she will learn from her memories
that even hurt can be for the better.
For as long as her breath brushes my ear like a breeze,
for as long as she is alive, her existence will forever be the greatest gift.
Broken Charger
My phone at 1%
Love's battery runs empty
Who gon' charge me now?
Dusk hums low again
I scroll through old convos-sigh.
Ghosts read ''typing...still''
(Sedoka)
Drum
Beat
heart loud
in freedom
rising,broken-
dance!
(Lantern poem)
Mzantsi Bus Stop
Minibus honks, dust rise high-
vendors shout,wives wave koebaai.
Wind smells like pap stew.
prayer and perfume too-
Time flies-
So do I
(Clogyrnach)
Heilbron Love Song
She wears my T-shirt.
Famo music follows her hips.
streets lights blink approval.
I forget my sorrows
The world dances small.
(Gogyohka)
Truth
Revolutions begin the day you whisper, ''enough''.
(monostich)
Taxi Ride To Wepenaar
Rain drops on glass so slow
city lights blink-I see hope glow
(Luc Bat poem)
Wi-Fi Gospel
No signal again,
but somehow Jesus still calls
bless the hotspot Lord
(zappai poem)
Most hyenas are not predictable but Squirrely was the weirdest of all
So strange, he was thrown out of the pack when he was a cub
He’s just so unusually and blatantly odd, said his sister, Maul
Squirrely is beyond the realm of fantasy said his brother Chub
They did not like his smile and his laugh bordered on the insane.
He gallops around like a goat, a donkey, a llama and a horse
He had hair so messy, it was brushy too like a lion’s mane
His family did not like him, but his grandma took him in of course.
Squirrely had a marvelous life with his loving Gran.
Until she died and went to the promised land.
Though miles may stretch, and oceans lie,
Between us, vast and 'neath the sky,
A bond of blood, a kinship deep,
A love that time can never keep
From reaching out, from bridging space,
And painting smiles upon each face.
We are like strangers, met by chance,
Yet in our hearts, a knowing glance,
A recognition, clear and bright,
That binds us through the darkest night.
We are siblings, though apart we roam,
Forever etched within our home.
The years may pass, the seasons change,
But still our love will rearrange,
And find a way, a whispered word,
A memory held, a love unheard,
Yet felt so deeply, understood,
A family tie, of siblinghood,
that knows no end,
A love that time can't comprehend.
So, raise a glass, to distant kin,
Whose hearts beat close, where're they've been,
For in our souls, a truth remains,
Our love will conquer, break the chains
Of distance vast, and time's slow tide,
Our bond is unbreakable, side by side.
Forever siblings, though far away,
Our love will stand the test of time.
2000
MOTHER NURTURER –PRODUCED ME AND MY SIBLINGS BIRTH-
my mother she’s the
nurturer keeper of my
heart birth me along
with the Father’s this
unto earth for His purpose
father’s seed mom’s womb
combine together
produced me and my siblings
brothers and sisters
(Hallelujah)
01/03/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Joseph had a dream
He innocently shared it with his family
Little did he realize that he was hated by his Siblings
For he was their father’s favorite
And frequently brought their misdeeds to him
His dream further incensed his brothers
And turned them to dream breakers
But the father of all dreams was on Joseph’s side
And so his dream did not succumb to hatred
Nor to the whims and caprices of haters
Cause whom the lord has blessed
No man can curse
Dream breakers can only try
But God has the only say and authority
For Joseph’s dream was not of his creation
But God’s own vision for humanity
Peas of the same pod, nurtured by soil's clutch,
Polarized cotyledons, vying for homely touch.
Like a sunflower sagging toward heliotrope’s light,
The diffident monocot cradles itself in maternal respite.
Enduring the ravages of time, standing tall,
While weary boughs decline, struggling through it all.
The intrepid monocot, shattering glass ceiling,
Vibrating with the moon's velocity, its power healing.
Whispering husk, morphed into a sheltering tree,
Yielded fruits adorned in a mosaic spree.
Lesson learned — feet firm, head strong,
Winds may differ, but our bond lives on.
O Child of Mine
Where have you gone?
With whom have you hidden with?
Come back to your mother
O Sibling of Mine
Who are you with?
Why have you gone astray?
Come back to your sister
O Grandchild of Mine
Why did you go?
Why are you not home?
Come back to your grandmother
O Lover of Mine
Where have you gone?
My sheets are cold without you
Come back to your eternal lover
Dynamics are up in the air
The load is just 'too much to bear'
We are constantly beefing
I am calling a meeting
I am running away with the fair
Sometimes it’s right to let tears fall,
To not “solution” through it all.
Some moments let us simply feel
The weight of loss, so deep and real.
My grief, it honors who you were,
A sign of love that will endure.
The proof of all you meant to me,
A bond that lasts eternally.
But I know you loved me just the same,
Not wanting grief to be my chain.
Your wisdom and your gentle smile
Remind me life is still worthwhile.
So until the day we reunite,
I’ll strive to shine a brighter light.
In gratitude of precious grace,
Live peaceful hope in God's embrace.
Though memories may come with tears,
I’ll cherish them throughout my years.
rossettis Christina
& Gabriel's
daydream became reality
his living hell for all to see
his beta,wife and muse
a love,on her death
he was to lose
auburn beauty-
sumptuous clothes
in a stunning pose
with long flowing tress
what she thinks
is anyonels guess
fleeting beauty-fresh
so
come by
come buy
eagerly lap
so exotic
this
drizzling
juice
crushed
fruit
sweet to the tongue
sound to he eye
come by
come buy
superbundant
innocence
in
abundance
aplenty
come by
come buy
jouissance
succulent
fruit
crushed
pulpy
to whet
your appetite
let
your
imagination
run
wild
effusive
prelapsarian
with
delicious desire
come by
come buy
take it
as
it
comes
Sisters and brothers, a curious pair,
Sometimes they love, and sometimes they glare.
Hand in hand, they explore the world,
Or argue whose flag should be unfurled.
Giggles erupt over secret jokes,
Then squabbles brew like stormy folks.
Building forts with pillows and sheets,
Sharing whispers and sweet treats.
Wrestling matches on the floor,
Slamming doors, then making s'mores.
Borrowing clothes without asking first,
Feeling both blessed and sometimes cursed.
Adventures shared, both big and small,
Catching each other when they fall.
Missing deeply when apart,
Reunions that warm the heart.
Years fly by, they sprout and grow,
Their bond evolves and continues to flow.
From rivalry to strongest friends,
The sibling journey never ends.
Through laughter, tears, and wonder too,
They shape each other, through and through.
A complex love, a lasting tie,
Siblings' bond will never die.
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