I planted a variety of lilies in the front yard
For you, my dear friend
I utilized the skill of my right hand
To plant peppermint and lemongrass in the backyard
So we might sit there to sip our tea
Next year, when we will be a little older.
Dear friend, I will plant rows of flowers
Plants and trees that we shall enjoy for many years
We will spend many afternoons watching the roosters
Pass by as if heading to a gala under the shining stars
While drinking wines or sipping our tea
As we savor the fresh air and the beauty of Mother Nature.
It is marvelous to enjoy calmly the current time
While looking forward to the future
In the front and the backyard, where green pasture
Radiates life and celebrates our primetime.
As we grow a little older
We will continue to live it up, while sipping our tea.
Today is your birthday; you have grown older
Let us dream and look toward the future
In the front yard
And in the backyard
In the Garden of Eden
In our natural Heaven.
Copyright © September 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
The ageless will blush from the wine
Their memories hang lush on the vine
Where riesling romantics
Meet dry red fanatics
These vintages will ferment just fine
Gathering fantasies over here
Dog day stories having much cheer
Berries get loving stomp
Barbera wine we want
Arming our heart feeling cupid's spear
The banality of evil
Could’ve been a Devil’s plan
But he never signed the deal
He’s a decent kind of man
He’s aware of dialectics
Without evil there’s no good
Both are slaughtered in eclectic
Caesar salad that he could
Purchase in the local store
For the evening meal with wine
Just the same as day before
Good and evil to confine
But the line is fast to blur
And the meaning quickly sunk
And it clearly occurs
That he’s tiddly, if not drunk.
Drowning is something you can live with. Make sure your baptism is deeper … Deeper than a simple shallow promise of eternal light.
Raised Wine Glass
Cherished continual Love
Kisses to think of
First came attention
Followed by Love Presentation
Romantic distinguished
Name and mine came about
Every heart beating moment
Love in our eyes
Walking hand and hand
Behold, we are still in love
Love in control
Together our threshold
Emotions on action
Still attraction
Loving you more than ever
Our own love island
Secrete and true
Our continuous pursue
Kisses still are wow
Fine wine love never changes
Enchanted exchanges
Now and Forever
Happily Ever After
September’s Apples
By Frank Daub
September apples rest in the cellar,
barely in the light,
mellow,
turning cider
beneath their shining skins like cinnamon wine.
I bite one –
juice bubbles out
to the edges of my mouth.
There is sweetness first.
Then at once the tart September taste and
the white circle roughly broken from
the red round.
How long, I wonder, before the white darkens.
The white goes nut colored
before
I can finish peeling the red entirety --
Or
after I’ve taken the first bite.
What is it that makes us put apples in the cellar?
To keep them Autumn-like, extending the
crispness of a season bringing harvest?
This, or it does something to their flavor that the sun can’t finish.
I try to remember how the apples tasted when the old man and I pulled them
from the tree.
They were cold.
A little less mellow.
They are sweeter now.
Being buried was good for them. Buried in the deep cool of this cellar,
away from the sun.
I sip regret
Like it’s vintage wine
No chaos here
Just quite decay
And the truth that colludes
To burn my soul
Swearing in both truths
Every smile
Rehearsed with quite pain
They don’t see
what I hold inside
All the storms that rain in me
I keep my demons close by
Trying not to scream
To fulfill the satanic deeds
While letting the restless chase
The noise they choose.
Amidst ¦¦¦ flowers ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wine,
I pour alone ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I invite the Moon,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Moon does not ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ drink,
My shadow ¦¦¦¦¦¦ follows the movement of my body.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shadow ¦¦¦ keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ let's rejoice with one another,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ again far in the Milky Way.
(Blackout of Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine by Li Bai)
( To T.S.E.)
So the world ends with a whimper
From the prospect of your time
Nowadays it’s not that simple
Whimper trades are in decline
The Bang Party sales are soaring
Over wildest expectations
Whimperers turn down the moaning
No one seems to pay attention
But the Bangers always lose
To the “couldn’t care less”
When there’s nothing left to booze
The Careless Party needs some gas
So they're off to buy again
More of wine and smoking stuff
If the world comes to an end
It will be a drunken laugh.
As I travelled, the earth seemed round
Now it turns out flat
I’ve become a lurked homebound
Or something like that
I fell for a big mistake
Immigration police went mental
Claimed my bank account was fake
And I dream to settle
In their land of milk and honey
Living secretly
And most likely begging money
Quite vehemently
So I lost my interest
In rounding the earth
No more plans to be a guest
Of the hosts ungenerous
And I couldn’t get to you
Dear love of mine
Now it seems that we both knew
That our truth’s in wine.
My heart beats to dance with yours
As your voice sounds like smooth jazz
Our bodies sway in tempo
Fireside and fine wine
(Contest: Let's Do it. Sponsored by Nette Onclaud, written 8/9/26)
We are weakened by desire
Onyx hair pulled due to frenzy
Red hot hearts set on fire
Dancing in between white sheets
Silhouettes move in passionate groove
Amethyst inhibition free as blue bird
Roses don’t smell as good as you
Eagerly you whisper sweet words
Wonderful is love in this cherry cocoon
I crave our delicious sweet time
Never too late and never too soon
Endless love will always be mine
Thursday night, wine night
a cheap bottle of sweet red
and a good movie
the sweetness of wine
hits the palette so well
a woman's quencher
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