Acknowledging with a nodding head
Beautiful hibiscus and its bugle
Coming in the close embrace of
Drops of early autumn downpour
Euphoria of the innovative union
Flood of delight on the dawn's face
30 August 2026
cleaved unto this day
has each braided wick
awaited the present hour
the flame it soon carries-
whose hand might cast that light
that they should see clearly
the evening of a resting shadow
quickened only by need
that the eyes might see-
what shall overtake such blindness
that darkness would consumate its union
to the risen light none before the other
that a man might reason without question-
knowing not
that to know of one
is to know the other
Mandeville
In solitude,
two silences meet—
the one within, the one beyond.
They braid themselves into a single thread,
a stillness that feels like being held
by something unseen.
Life is an imagined line
With a fluid organic plot
For the man who his script writes
Peace is sure the plot's resolve.
Then a man got a woman
And the woman got his script
Her part in his she must add
Which segued into conflict
Sure behind a man's trial
A woman's shadow must be
Intrigue to peripeteia
So ends his fate in a twist.
Will the real Slim Shadies please stand up ~
and so they did, and corruption ruled the night—Poet
stand for tyranny
applaud for injustices?
their presence mattered
2/24/26
The State of The Union Address
Spectacle of a Trumpian stump speech:
Showmanship at times maudlin, at times macabre
Purple Hearts aplenty, Congressional Medals of Honor
Tales of American heroes to stir even the yawners
110 minutes of non-stop vaudeville ~ a true marathoner
Whenever I speak of you,
people think I am narrating a legend.
They don’t understand
that I am confessing a truth
too sacred for ordinary language.
In every story they hear,
I stand as Krishna,
and you rise as Radha —
a love so fierce
it survives separation,
distance,
time itself.
But Radha and Krishna
were written in longing.
Their love was divine,
yet unfinished in this world.
And I ache—
because I do not want a love
that lives only in memories and metaphors.
I want a story
that does not fade at dusk.
If destiny were merciful,
if the heavens chose completion over yearning,
then our names would not echo in separation.
They would be carved in permanence.
Then I would not be Krishna—
bound to distance—
I would be Shiva,
and you, my Parvati.
Not a love that waits.
Not a love that wonders.
But a love that meditates together,
burns together,
creates and destroys together—
two souls in divine union,
unshaken by time,
unbroken by fate.
Let the world call it a story.
I call it prayer.
I call it destiny
waiting to be fulfilled.
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along".
Quote by: Rumi
Through time and the making of the universe
As my world was never more than when he walked towards me.
Waves of desire with a breathed sigh
A spiritual lifetime union of two bonded by the divine.
Soulmates divided but one, manifesting
Unconditional love, perceived and felt first in my heart
As two longing to fall in love.
10/14/2025
Our relationship is on shaky ground
We don't kiss each other like before
We don't say hello and goodbye anymore
We give each other the runaround
For the grace of God
We need to sit down to talk things over
We need the help of the Lord
Countless serious promises were made
That we must keep, cherish and honor
We must always sleep in the same bed
Until the end of time, until eternity
We must behave and act maturely
We must discuss everything thoroughly
We must smile and be nice to each other
We must live in peace and in harmony
And our love and passion must last forever.
Copyright © January,2019 Hebert Logerie All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
the walls sweat like old drunks
union correctional, they call it—
correction my ass,
this place was built for breaking.
men bleed here, quietly,
a shiv under the ribs,
a mop bucket wheeled by,
nobody looks too long.
guards strut fat on overtime,
pockets heavy with side deals,
they sell cigarettes like gods
and laugh at the rest of us starving.
chow hall—if you can call it that—
thin stew, one slice of bread,
you walk out hungrier
than when you walked in.
nights are worse.
screams in the dark,
steel on flesh,
the silence after.
the air hums with rot,
paint peeling off like dead skin,
even the cockroaches look tired,
like they’ve seen too much.
and you think—
maybe the world forgot us here,
maybe that was the plan.
Alas, all this pile, has not got much sense,
Ha’pence for all the lot;
Had but a clue I been taught,
I’d not compose utter rot.
Thats offal!
What is offal?
I think this is
Offal.
Yeah it's Offal.
Can we have more?
Yeah ; but you know
it's Offal.
oh my God
it's Offal.
It sure is. It Sure is offal!
Lady Meatus and Gent's Woman
ate Offal.
He caught de Bussy and went
to get Offal.
He like "em Offal.
Offal, Offal man.
ya'll know thats Offal.
The Offal Mister Offal!
That's ah Offal!
Lady Meatus like ah Offal.
Offal lady meatus.
The Lyre of Herems and the Flute of Athena
Crime is up around here
though it’s down over there
Inflation at the meat counter's got us upset
Yet eggs are priced down, grab all you can get
Tariffs making owners of companies most uneasy
Customers, too, are cautious and queasy
Wall Street sells off on Monday, a thousand points down
Investors buy the dip Tuesday, all the losses turned around
As for war and peace, ask the Pope
He’s pushing peace ~ They say he’s no dope
Bottom line for me and you
~ SNAFU! ~
the waters divide
lovers are marooned
one at head, other at heart
between them looms
desert of desire
magnetism connects
all scattered coordinates
whispered in strobes of silence
reassuring yet falling short
of love’s tender embrace
shape shifting soul
slides into thought cessation
transmuting as the space element
whereupon as boundaries blur
the two become one again
Lord, it’s the road less traveled that leads us to you.
We do well to accept the things, you want us to do.
Which way the road will turn, only you God can see.
I believe and trust in you, to guide Patricia and me.
She’s right here beside me now, as you already know.
She says that she’s willing to go where you tell us to go.
Help us to hear from you, and keep you first in our mind.
Cause us to stay humble, and both leave our pride behind.
I believe and know that with you, Lord, we surely will win.
We both want to be committed, until the very end.
Create in me the man that she really needs me to be.
Let me see her, my Lord, the way you want me to see.
Help us during times we both might feel alone.
Let your love permeate, every inch of our marriage home.
I know that all covenants are very important to you.
We promise to love, trust your word and leave the rest up to you.
We’ll put your word first so that others like us can see.
The greatness of what Our Lord has done, for Patricia, and me.
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