tranquil beach life
nesting on white sparkling sands
young life emerges
After swimming ashore
exhausted and on their last legs
when searching the beach
for somwhere secure to lay their eggs
two turtles who didn't see eye to eye
had a kerfuffle got in each other's face
and after a scuffle continued contesting
disputing the perfect nesting place
for altho' by the light of the moon
both were soon to be a mother
apparently they appeared to be
at loggerheads with one another
To God I thank you for the creation of nature,
so soothing to the soul
As I ran along a waterway observed two freshwater turtles
To God, once again I thank for the creation of nature
it always makes me feel whole
When heavy rain has caused mass run-off from bare farmland above
and the creek has become murky and muddy reddish browned
How do the fish, the turtles, eels and also tiny shrimp, maintain vision,
to fossick for their food in the locality where they are found
In the tropic monsoon wet season, it can often take some weeks
before the creek has subsided and the water finally clears
Environmental pollution, that results from mans pursuits,
it's exponential, been happening for years
Will it take mass extinction of most of humankind to return to sanity,
on this beautiful creation, known as planet Earth
Craziness prevails throughout the human race
common sense and love seems to be in a state of dearth
Tonight, it's madness to see myself
Deep in your brown and soft eyes
It's like diving into a modest mirror
Where a special joy awaits me like a tiger.
My face dances at the bottom of this strange pond
Where two average fish swim like two pigeons
Shutting back and forth like two lovers under the bridge
It's captivating to look at you with a happy heart.
In the sparkle of your sweet and loving eyes
I see myself beaconed and drowning in a well of humor
Where two young turtles try to escape in vain
Forgetting that they are damned for an uncertain time.
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
OF TURTLES OF GOD
Safe and protected,
they enjoy all of nature:
she loves her turtles:-
Shelled within self,
we are not as turtles:
human shells are weak:-
Though we have weak shells,
we are still well protected:
God covering us:-
TURTLES OF LIBERTY
In the race of life,
let us be as the turtle;
rather than as the hare:-
Let self assurance
and motivated focus
pace our journeying…
Our self wisdom
and paced determination
mirrors destiny…
The distance is long;
Let patience be a virtue–
Resilience shelled:-
Life’s race may be slow;
Liberty always coming–
It has its season:-
Life’s nature has us;
Ancestors’ footprints molded–
Persistence fueling:-
Being of oneness,
Turtling along the way;
Let us shell our liberty:-
When traffic is flowing at eighty,
that pedal had better get weighty.
And in case you don’t know
it's unsafe to go slow,
so get in the right lane there, matey!
turtles come up to my yard all the time
not sure why
or even if it is hundreds of turtles
or the same turtle hundreds of times
I have no lake or lagoon
I live in a meadow surrounded by woods
we are bordered on the south by a creek
a marsh lies to our east
are they traveling to
or traveling from?
I will never know
even if I reincarnate as a turtle
rise of sun
bring turtles to rocks platform
capturing sunlight
rise of sun bring
turtles to rocks platform
capturing sunlight
Tsunami
Clinging to a tree my might is numb
Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb
to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge
Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge
After the party I woke up on a tropical island
Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand
The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven
We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before
None of which were ones who washed ashore
I heard scrambling voices from below
less those who didn’t survive the deathblow
Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise,
but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly
sirening a crushing noise
Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin
Blood seeps down red rivers running thin
soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers
As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells,
instinctively the islanders help each other through
the fallen landscapes
As the beached turtles struggle in their shells,
who once glided effortlessly in the sea
I know what I must do
Keep with the spirit of aloha
and stay until the sky becomes blue
Then set the turtles free
triplet turtles on a floating log
did their best to not fall into the bog
would they drowned if they did? Did they need a rescue?
I watched one fall in, so now there are two.
Twin turtles on a floating log
they are being eyed by Everglade’s oldest wild hog
Do I need to save them or are they having fun?
Another fell in, so now there is just one.
I watched for the others. Would they soon appear?
Would they raise their glasses and yell out a cheer?
Or should I try to run over and rescue the last turtle on that log?
Before I could decide, he was snapped up by the hog.
Her house was decorated in sea turtles.
They were crawling on the walls,
lying around in rugs,
decorating tea towels, draperies and pillows.
I guess you like sea turtles I said.
Not really.
But they are everywhere.
I know, she said.
All this stuff was my mother’s.
I inherited it all.
And you don’t like them?
Not really.
I had no more words to say.
Happy birthday! Screamed the shrill little mouse.
Shh!!! Warned the raccoon coming up to the house.
It’s supposed to be a surprise, added a frog named Louse.
Of course the turtle heard them ; his name was Crouse.
Come in! Come in! Welcome he said, showing them his table.
He had been tipped off by his snoopy cousin, Old Mable.
She was there with ice cream, plates, napkins and other things.
Guests exploded voices into song reported his brother, Bings.
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