I can walk to some museums
From my home and often do,
But when MOMA* is the one I want,
It’s 3 stops on the Q.
The Q train’s fast and cuts across
From east side to the west
And mostly it works well enough
For all to be impressed.
I had a lovely visit
Seeing art both old and new,
With my day made so much easier –
Just 3 stops on the Q!
*Museum of Modern Art
What did you say? I cannot hear
Say it again, if you don’t mind
Or if you do, I’ll go from here
Forever lost and undefined
I’ll dig that soil of my own garden
I’ll watch the sunsets every day
Will never ever beg your pardon
For any guilt on me you’d lay
Cos I was sentenced long ago
To be as free as gentle breeze
That blows whatever way I go
Stops when I ask him about this..
Steps
shaking
stand surely
striving to stride
steadfastly sober
stretching skills, not sudden
shaped along serene success*
supplicating, shining--- soaring
smiting slothfulness and selfishness…
sharing blessings from God’s supply store
secured through faith of stewardship
settled against dearth sorrows
suffice, conquering stress
sustained for showing
s a t i s f i e d s o u l
serves well sans
steadfast
stops.
*Joshua 1:8-9 This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success. Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
Nonet form with alliteration
March 11, 2026
1st place, "Open the Door and Enter the World of Possibilities" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 5/17/2026
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thus i uv
herz
herz glister
sparkle
shine
In the beginning, we played musical parts
singing the script with free-spirited hearts
Adlibbing lines without rehearsing a word.
As absurd as it sounds, quite profound
that our threads were a woven tapestry
without eyes meeting and voices never heard.
We danced, swaying like palms in the wind
Our dance steps were always in sync.
We were Fred and Ginger,
turquoise and silver... p b and j
until the day the music stopped...
In the realm where light and dark merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams
and hellacious nightmares converge,
we found ourselves worlds apart.
Our Utopian haven had been storm tossed
and left us swirling on a dystopian plain,
a deserted land where painful silence rules
for those who played the game of fools.
For days I've been hearing piano notes
that seem to float from memory's core.
A chance encounter, a phone call,
familiar lyrics to a musical score...
a romance rekindled?
His music once filled my head,
but I don't dance to his songs anymore.
There's never a happy ending
when nothing is left to be said.
There's no point lingering in thoughts
over a broken heart when it's mending.
I will love you until you can feel, hear
And fully comprehend my intentions.
It's not puppy love. It's about dedications.
I love you with an incredible passion, dear.
I'm serious and dedicated to our relationship.
I'll stop loving you until the rooster stops singing.
Is this clear? I will never quit loving you, darling.
Hence, you shall remain the captain of my ship.
The roo, the cock will never stop singing coco-rico,
Therefore, I will never stop loving you dear coucou.
Love must always be a two-way street with a rainbow
Where each angel plays a lute, a flute or a bamboo.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
There’s nothing at all that I’m needing
and little that I’m wanting,
no tasks I find too daunting~~
but the world is bleeding.
The hungry near and far need feeding;
the homeless need shelter.
All around there’s helter-skelter,
and the world is bleeding.
For safety, the abused are pleading.
The addicted are dying.
Distraught loved ones are crying,
while their world is bleeding.
God’s will, many are not heeding.
Murder and mayhem reign;
wars bring death and pain
as this world is bleeding.
Daddy drove a truck
I'm a trucker's son
I'll be driving eighteen wheelers
'til my trucking days are done
Momma lives for trucks
looking good under the hood
born in a cab
I have trucking in the blood
and it takes air brakes truck stops
weigh stations too
pedal to the metal
coming on through
fired up wired up shifting gears
running on caffeine
it's music to my ears
I have a yearning
to hear those engines burning
rolling down the road
to the sound of wheels turning
hit the highway as day's dawning
I love the smell of diesel in the morning
Learn to Fandango
castanet in your hand
Tambourine calling
its bells to command
Dance every Tango
before it’s too late
Death in the offing
— the wolf at the gate
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
What a fool, you were, taken for a ride!
It’s a lesson to learn, protect your own hide.
They had great a time, using your emotions.
Grow up, make absolutely no commotions.
God has a new friend, already on their way.
Stop snivelling, get on your knees and pray!
So, if they did this to you, smile, you are blessed.
A friend never jumps on your soul, do not be stressed.
You write their namss, put it in the Book of Psalms!
May God grant you peace, and protection from harm.
I wish you love!
Pangie
12/07/2024
Leaving your family at home,
Having no sleep…. you roam!
Know your speed and signs;
Invaluable are people’s spines!
Be attentive at turns and stops;
Avoid needless entry of cops!
The clock never stops
Car crashes happen
Babies are born
People fall in love and die in hospitals
Grandparents divorce each other
The world keeps going
Through sorrow and suffering
The clock never stops
Whatever
Seems to happen
Happens emptily..
Empty expressions of
Starts and stops..
The starts and stops
Tell the stories
Of longing and
Discovery arising
Spontaneously...
Hollow people masquerade
Down lonesome roads full of rock and bones
Never finding what they don’t know
they’re searching for…
Under the silent moon the cricket stops
Leaving the table too soon
The blood drops
Hollow people start to fade
Reality drifts farther away
Burning desires- sparks ignite fires
Wayward traveler moving on
Tried to say goodbye, but I’m already gone
Leave
before
love turns sad
in the same bed.
Differently dreams
don't move old beats
when love stops
feelings
in.
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