You grew up in a terrifying house
Full of screams and violence
Your father beating you and his spouse
Until it brought submission and silence
I could sense it in you
I wanted to help you, it’s true
I know that inside you there’s a hurt child
A fragile boy that became hostile
But your childhood trauma turned you into him
You became what you swore you'd never be
Your bright light slowly grew dim
Revealing the monster you hid within thee
Even so, my compassion got the best of me
I gave up all of me to save thee
In exchange, you slowly drowned me
Draining my light and life
I didn’t know you were my enemy
The worst monster I’ve ever seen
Blue eyed twins went to school
Tried to follow every rule
their mother ran away that day
Even though they were good, she could not stay
The lesson for them lasted forever
You can be kind, smart, excited and clever
But if your mother wants to run away
You cannot make her stay even one more day
We've given up on peace
Mankind is just not ready
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Things haven't gone my way
I put two years in the mix
But luck wasnt on my side they say
There is now too much to fix
Too many lost expecatations
"Just a disappointment"
Starting over
was not my intent
It hurts
More than anything
Looking at all of them
Succeding
And still pretending
To smile happily at everything
How do I make out
A silver lining in this cloud
It has swallowed me whole
I want to scream
There's nobody to hear
Empty chaos runs inside me
The volcano is ready to erupt
I can't control it
An awaited catastrophy
My face wants to break
Into a thousand pieces
My wrists want to bleed
Save me for the stichtes
I have pulled out all my hairs
My head is swollen
Slammed into a wall
Outside a smiling face
Inside a broken doll
I can't do it
I don't deserve happiness
I am happy with regret.
There was writing in the tiny town, where two legged rats I'd reckon were going round..Selling out a true blue man, alone
And outnumbered, same..Same old plan.'
Maybe an ex-copper lived nearby.' Anyways
A rat , As known to you and I.' Or maybe a
Few.? Quite sad stuff.' Yet now the hue and cry.' And all because he wanted his rights? he had, confronted with reason, and the judge, well he was in a plight ' judge peter
dunn, a real strange one.' And his awfully
Un-lawful actions, and his courthouse based henchmen.' Dezie claimed arrest of the 'judge?' And his crew, who were breaking many laws, must be what they often do.? Officials anger and axiety now
Knew no bounds, before Dezi got his court
Date, to Porepunkah the henchmen, chased him down, ten armed coppers, he
Took out three..One just wounded
Yet Dezi killed the other two..So what with
The rats, and dummys of the people.' Cov-idiots, thats keeping it simple ' I ask for peace, i hear a trickle.? And the killing of Dezi.' No wonder i'm busy.' Searching and
Finding, and making aware.' True
people we need you, come step up
And out of despair.!
Knitting always looked easy to me,
as a child I wanted to try.
I did try it many times,
oh no it was no good.
I love knitted things,
only store bought.
Is for me,
so sad.
Soft.
A young girl looks
Back at me
All the curves and nooks
And hurt one can’t see
Saws shaved the corners
A router smothered imperfections
Grinding down burners
- Nostalgia is infectious
Shoes trod the once polished wood
Running feet…
Feet running…
Stomping feet…
Feet stomping….
Handling as much as I could
Until the lamella chips
off
Piece - by - Piece
The perfectly crafted oil-dipped
Plank
Falls
Apart
A plank has no peace
Communities argue for it to be ripped
But that little girl
Saw the warped curl
And understood.
Yesterday I tried to be perfect
But looked through eyes of childhood
And saw beauty in the wrecked
picture mailed
vet will see....
I'm trying
Paul Durcan passed away in May this year.
I didn't know he had existed,
Until I read his poem about the death of his father
His father loved the radio;
As does mine.
We read ourselves.
After reading his Wikipedia page,
My son and daughter excitedly burst into the room.
They wanted me to go look at something.
I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried.
I counted stars behind the glass,
while prayers like feathers fell—
each strike of ruler, each cold heart,
was heaven’s tolling bell.
They said my silence was a sin,
my dreams a devil’s tongue,
but I could hear the world within,
the songs the atoms sung.
The floor was stone, the hours long,
my fingers traced the air—
a symphony of light and wrong,
and mercy, unaware.
They could not cage what they could not see,
nor burn the crystal mind—
for I was born of mystery,
and truth they left behind.
Now still I walk in measured grace,
through corridors of pain,
and every bruise became a place
where stars return again.
I tried to please them all — the kind, the cruel, the cold,
I bent my laughter into shape, my warmth to fit their mold.
I offered flowers from my heart, and they withered in their gaze,
They praised me when I vanished, and forgot me in their praise.
Their voices filled my quiet dreams, their judgments cut like glass,
And every smile I borrowed once, was something I let pass.
I danced until my feet were sore, on floors of shattered glass,
And lost the light that once was mine, to please another face.
Now silence is my gentlest friend, it does not ask or take —
It loves me when I am unmade, when morning will not wake.
I tried to please them all — but found, when all was through,
The only soul I had to please — was trembling, and was true.
When fire visits you
It will not stop burning,
Until gold appear.
I tried to be good as a kid
But it never worked out for me
If there was any kind of trouble
Right in the middle is where I'd be
I tried to escape it but I never did
Trouble was like a shadow to me
Like a mosquito on a summer night
Trouble would never let me be
I tried to be like everyone else
And I didn't argue or even fight
But no matter how much I tried
I was always in troubles sight
I tried to talk myself out of it
That made the spankings worse
Even as an adult I cannot hide
I'm caught in troubles curse
You tried, tried
And you cried
You never gave up
You found hope
As a last resort
Because you fought
Until the last drop of blood
Until the last shade of mud.
You are my angel, my hero
You refused to fall and to go
You cried, cried
And tried, tried
To succeed against all odds
You were strong and you wore pads
You tried, tried
And you cried.
Heroes cry too
And Angels cry too
You are a model to me
I respect your bravery
You are my inspiration
And my endearing passion
You tried and cried
And I too tried and cried.
Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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