Rules:
1. Never forget who left you.
2. Never respond immediately.
3. Talk less as possible.
4. Walk slowly but never backward.
5. Speak less about yourself.
6. Never show your emotions.
7. Be calm in every situation.
Unfortunately, the Haitian people have everything to lose
They are very fragile, humiliated, vilified, and abused
My people have been suffering for years, for centuries
On the pavement, in the streets, in the harbor and on the high seas.
Our people, our brothers and sisters!
Their wicked leaders once in power, the liars
Change all plans to the detriment of the poor
Who are quickly forgotten in the filthy cans
Their spleen, sweat and blood flow are floating in the sewers
They are despised by hens,
By guinea fowls, by roosters, and all types of demons
It was yesterday that they were applauding like dummies,
Cheering, hoping to be awarded with crumbs and pennies.
These zealous brothers are on fire, they are now deaf and crazy
at the end. Even patience has borders and boundaries
Where greedy, covetous and corrupt officials behave like evil yeasts.
Copyright © January 23, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
my love is hiding
it peeks from around corners
watching every move
running from my heart
it's a game of cat and mouse
will I win? or lose?
Quicksand has not been on my mind
for decades, neither have brass knuckles
a pillow by any other name is a bureaucrat’s sword
pensive, dormant even in elevator shaft #11
o, frustration, o the itch to do it all now
O, ambivalence, o, vacillation
O, marination, o intimation, O cruise vacation
O litigation, o fraternization, o Hi o
(Did I win the prize? I hope so. Do you think
I can possibly be writing for pleasure?)
O, Portia, where art thou now?
We will all die, we will all cry, we will all win if we conquer sin.
Sin can come in many forms, it can lead us to places that make us feel bad and sad, it can take hold of all of our life, and make us live in a negative life.
We can win and repent, we can choose to live a life that wins with no sin.
We will all fall, like Jesus did, but we can all choose to get up and continue on.
Life will lead us to many places, we may suffer, we may have all we need, we may just be getting tested to see if we are truly good or bad.
May we all keep going, never give up, forgive, love and always choose life.
For God told us of the struggles we will have, the choices between good and bad.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
T’is the July cold
Carried into August
A hot cup of tea’s sold
For salvation promised
Shivers down the spine
Hairs on forearms stand
To be sheltered just fine
Mark of a strong brand
I sway in the wind
Puckered skin
Collared coat pinned
Against cold to win
You can win in this lifetime;
don’t let doubt speak louder.
Every scar you carry
is proof that you made it through the fire.
Fall down seven times,
stand up with a new kind of power.
The lowest times taught you
how to climb even higher.
Your name wasn’t written
to be a footnote or a lie.
Keep going, keep growing,
and let your art set you on fire.
You can win in this lifetime
– start by believing, then go higher.
always clearcutness
freehearted people destined
to be bearable
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
Hegseth whose wits seem to wear out in haste,
Wants his war boys to take TRT test
To make them fighting fit
Faced with Gulf War defeat,
And as correlation
Is not quite causation,
If troop’s T levels slip,
Blame undue stress, low sleep,
Beware, T-sterones win no wars at best.
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Happenings | 11.07.2026 | humour, war, Limerick
Note: US secretary of war, Pete Hegseth, seems out of ideas as Gulf War is in its fifth month, as Trump and his team is losing its steam. He wants his troops to take testosterone replacement therapy (TRT). Crazy as the idea is he seems to have drawn inspiration from Odysseus who chewed on raw animal testicles, and yet the Trojan war dragged on for ten long years. He only won by deceit. Would Iran oblige?
Americans won't be competing for the World Cup anymore.
The boys from Belgium sent them right out the door.
The red, white, and blue, were done in by the red, yellow, and black.
The Belgians sported a very potent offensive attack.
Yes, the final score was Belgium 4, USA 1.
The home grown guys were certainly undone.
Some American soccer fans may be shedding tears.
Their team has to wait for another four years.
Three, four, or six
Which one will fix
And even the eastern final score
Making sure
New York will advance
In the best of seven dance
No longer the higher seed
Knicks now need
To win away
For anyone to say
Bring on the west
Who they select as the best
Spurs or Thunder
Visitors no longer wonder
Were they going to blunder
Fumble
Turn humble
Tumble
Then crumble
Instead
‘They stole a win,’ skyscraper islanders said
Message sent
Time spent
Giving the impression
A ‘how did they do that’ confession
About simple mistakes messing
Quite a lesson
Playoffs are here
And so is the post-game cheer
Get near
Toast with beer
We are almost here
Champion is going to be crowned
Creating celebration all over their NBA town
We said ‘goodbye John’ today
What should we say
A Brave Yankee he was
Creating buzz
Announcing home runs in the air
Using a style entertaining, sparking flair
Turning a routine afternoon affair
Around
Toasting Pinstripe town
Even if the team was down
Jeter, Rodriguez and Judge
Success never budged
Standing strong
Waiting for the Liza and Frank Song
Written by Kandor and Ebb
Famous on Broadway many said
But giving a Sterling performance
Made everyone sing and dance
Line up had the creative look
Radio listening enjoying the personal hook
Seemed written in the playbill book
Holy Cow!
Is where he is now
Hearing how bout that
When at bat
He gets the call
Joining Phil and Mel watching baseball
Overflowing from my bank
The unwelcome water seeping.
To and fro and lurking still
Into my soul it's creeping.
Scourge this, be damned to you
I have never asked this claim.
I live my life
Provide for many, leave me just the same.
I watch over babes, provide sustenance too,
Caring and warmth and love.
Their thoughts and actions rebound to me.
The grandest of God above.
Be gone you scourge that is mine,
Be gone you pestilence now!
I will fight, I will win, cast you aside,
And take no heed, no how.
All have joined and all will love
For all that I will give.
I never stop to offer more
and that is why I live.
I live by this, from all of you
To keep my spirits clear.
With all of you around me,
You give me strength...
I have no fear.
Did the Yankees win?
Without sin
Challenging monarchy rule
Characterizing King as a fool
Escaping angry courts
Exploring adventurous ports
They came to a new world
Searching for patriotic pearls
Combatting rag tag war
Against red coated boars
Who thought they knew best
Putting rebellious subjects under arrest
Charging them for throwing tea
Into the Boston Harbor Sea
Defined as freedom of speech
Protest reached
Many others
American brothers
Wanting representation when taxed
Stating facts
Until the royals surrendered
Historians remember
Bewitching winsome witch played to the Halloween crowd
Many old wizards cheered for her to win, long and hard
Gliding past the festivities was a huge October cloud
Intrigued and mesmerized thanks to her spell, he paused and bowed.
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