silent
typical
visibly
passive
an
idealised
profile
so
natural
caressed
by
love
in
faithful
marital
perfection
All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!
All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Bloody chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.
The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.
Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The man in front of me is a broken one,
and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue,
in cement,
in something meant to hold things
To hold him
To hold myself and others together.
Yet he binds himself
with puppet strings, scotch tape,
and the wet breath of drugs.
Batting at my outstretched
Hands
Dodging the warmth of a true touch,
He flinches.
He bleeds- visibly
and he screams from a
starlight-lost, daydream-blinded face
that I am wrong.
He shoves daggers into my seams,
prying at my wounds.
Burning red and pulsing in purple bruise
Image of a warrior
turned blue.
while leaking he bursts open.
Pain seeping into my sobbing mouth
From his unstitched scars
So easy to tear.
He rips with his own hands
At the both of us
When he does not cover his ears and turn his back
To cradle in a seething silence
Clutching with razor blade hands
the child,
The pained,
Chained, caged pet he swallows with every breath as if I cannot
See the lump in his throat
Or feel the kicking in his chest.
But I am a mountain,
capped in the blood of a hundred storms,
and I will not cave.
I saw you smile,
Now, I'm smiling too
You say so many words.
I know you don't mean all of them.
When you say 'leave',
I know your heart would search for mine.
I don't want to be the distance that measures away from you.
Just smile at me.
I saw you smiling,
Now, I'm smiling too.
Then your face sold a different tune.
I should have avoided being in that frame.
When you say 'what' with the sternest expression.
I still smile because I know your heart will hurt for mine later.
I don't want to go through the stress.
So, just smile at me.
I saw you smiling.
Now, I'm smiling too.
'As much as it seems, that I'm yours'..
The sweetest part of those words was mine.
The former part was you wishing I'd still be there.
That I'll stay when I visibly erode that smile from your face.
But I'll still smile at you because you thought of me that way.
So, please, just smile at me.
I missed you with a burning flame and fire
Like you were mine.
Though when I knew you I had no desire
To have you, once gone, sunken in the mire
I missed you as if we were intertwined.
I’ve since let go and seen that I was wrong,
And now I know that I will be just fine
As I was all along,
Though you weren’t mine.
While learning from my Great Mistake,
I wondered how
The friendship that I fought to make
Was, on your part, so wholly fake.
I did not see them then, so take a bow -
Though visibly scrawled in your eyes,
In plain sight written on your brow,
I loved your lies,
Though I don’t now.
Your tell was clear, and presently
I spoke it and
So there what I spoke bravely
Became regret; so solemnly
I watched as taken from my hand
And stripped away from heavy heart
What I’d fought for, this reprimand
There took from me
And broke apart.
Now that was long ago, and far
Away behind.
I have no scratch, no bruise, no scar
But hope that wherever you are
You keep me written in your mind,
Forgiving me for this, and whole
Are you. For I know you’re the kind
A peace to find
To bless your soul.
On the floor, off the mat
We all sat, slept & ate
Flooring of mud but broom laid
Cream of cow dung applied.
Life was simple though not smooth
Bit of course with pins and needles
All of it took years of strain &pain
To have a floor of cement paste
Life became a little fine
With no fear for straw/ pine or rain.
After long years of earnings and savings
Came a glossy floor of mosaic
Squares of many laid across
Life began to show finesse and patio
With dearness and dare to dream
Aloof came a wind of betterment
Which brought with it a
Reflection of steps of success
A smooth finish of marble floor
Start of prosperity and a sign
Of sapling growing into a plant.
Attaining a growth visibly and not
Easy adding in an element of luxury
In the marble floor
By
Bringing in a sofa made of velvet
Like a beautiful craving brought out a Rough stone
Hard work ways
Patience pays is what
Life says.
Esoteric mountain
The track leading up to the mountain
that had no spire but was as flat as a prairie
in Idaho, dark soil and spuds
My faithful dog refused to follow
preferred to hang around at slopes
she looked worried
On reaching the topless mountain
the sun was hot and had a dizzy spell
before passing out, I saw a mule
Someone carried me the stream's
nascent, pure water for me to drink
I found a lump of sugar in my pocket
I looked around and saw no humans
but heard the murmur of a whisper
from hearty, green grass gossiping
When rested, walked down and
found a bar with a neon sign in red
mystified, I thought of ill omen
In the salon, I told the barman what
had occurred, he visibly paled and said
leave the unseen ghosts alone
They are a choir that disappeared on
on a field trip a hundred years ago
at night, they sweetly sing for us
Coming out of the den, the dog waited
and led the way to the main road, but
what was the mule trying to tell me
Now, so suddenly.
You carry a halo around you.
The ones I don't used to see.
Everything. All at once.
Visibly, electrifying the layers of my skin.
Walking in unexpectedly smiling instantly at me.
Peace signs used to be overrated.
I couldn't help but stop and stare.
You bring in all shades of bright colors.
A masterpiece. A walking heavenly art.
Those tiny noises that you create.
Also, that nose scrunches you can only make.
The playing with my hand when you can't help but think.
All your little things and all of your nonsense.
I'll gladly memorize every one of them.
So if you ask one more time about why I stayed.
I could look at you for hours.
Days, Nights, Years.
I'll keep looking at you.
Even if you're cold to the bone.
Celestial stars in the sky appear
A faithful, exquisite crystal sphere
Visibly there for the world to scan
Created by the Miracle Man.
Angels of the night, dainty dancers
The light fandango for romancers
Stars are for lovers and dreamers too
In your eyes they’re twinkling just for you.
Stars are a wonder, gracing the night
Showcasing seraphic paradise
Should you find yourself lost and alone
Stars will guide you safely back to home.
Stars are made from God's Heavenly grace
Meaning so much to those who have faith
Reach up and catch a bright falling star
Hold it close in heart where'er you are.
A sly inflection shifts the paradigm.
Rambling renaissance men without a clue.
Notable declensions; mismanaged time.
Skewing the truth and balance of value.
When paying mind to another's success.
Visibly worn down; a willful chappie
climbs only for eternal convalesce.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
No masterpiece ever preceded thought.
Do with that as you like; chase destiny.
Some of what you want. Some of what you ought.
None of what you’re not. Soon the world will see.
Narrative’s control the pen and the page.
After all, isn’t all the world a stage?
Title 4/ BLANK CHECK
Quote: "If one's actions are honest, one does not need the predated confidence of others." Ayn Rand
Darkness came over that afternoon
As Christ died on the cross for our sin.
Lying is moving away from Him.
We need absolute forgiveness.
Honesty, true humility
To ourselves we visibly choose
To forge a heart approving view.
A home of immaculateness
A solid hold woven of truth
And honorable behavior.
There is no reason for given
approval of others judgment.
A Butterfly Dream
Once I dreamt I was
a butterfly fluttering
aloft in the air,
or was the butterfly me
metamorphosed in a dream?
***
Note:
"Once I, Zhuang Zhou, dreamed that I was a butterfly and was happy as a butterfly. I was conscious that I was quite pleased with myself, but I did not know that I was Zhou. Suddenly I awoke, and there I was, visibly Zhou. I do not know whether it was Zhou dreaming that he was a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming that it was Zhou. Between Zhou and the butterfly there must be some distinction. This is called the transformation of things."
--Zhuang Zhou [Zhuangzi] (c.369 BC-c.286 BC)
Bold victor of few words, save salvation.
Death crawls like love save a heart's pulsation
spark pure flight, yon depths freed throbs soar by far,
pique stress's share, naught idle, claimant voiced spar.
No breath? Soul on road less traveled, or, much
traveled road, still, muse back to that grey clutch
frame, soundly placed in peace, smiling at once,
trace of former selves as hands clasp naught fronts.
The hours, days, years, loom as if time extent
ne'er on hold, but fairly nonexistent,
yet, seeing the facts unfold, visibly,
grasp misdirection mist, wonderfully.
Gap dawns rare, naught strange, poise forever light,
caused Steinbeck reword "Mirth" known printed write.
Written 23 November 2023
Divorce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Divorce
Day in day out I reel with deep despair
Imagining how my children will fare
Visibly without motherly fondness
Other than just fatherly tenderness;
Rather than musing on the deadly mess
Cautious I am to scan my stoic side
Envisaging how pains to cast aside.
I had never seen such a sycamore tree said my friend Neve.
Was it a coincidence that I found it on Hallows eve?
Had no idea what she was talking about until late that night.
The ghoulish faced tree gave me an incredible fright.
I jumped visibly, and my scream was heard through the night.
Echoing on other trees in the forest, projecting on until light.
Neve, remember the ghoulish tree that gave you a fright?
You were right, I told her. You were right! Right! Right! Right
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