That’s Xmas or Noel for lovers
Or carnival for impostors
I believe in loving everyday
I believe in love every single day
Tomorrow is the festival or parade of all colors
It is the festive carnival of all the flowers
However, don’t be surprised to see
That the following colors are very popular
Red, pink and white. Smile, if you are a lover
And don’t smile, if you’re lost in heart of the sea
Of all types of roses and leaves, and you’re confused
About the fuss and anxiety about the day of roses and lovers
Since I celebrate love daily, I am amused
By the voluminous preparations and sacrifices for one day
Carpe diem is my motto: Happy Valentine’s day!
Please enjoy every single day of the year
I'm sincere and deep in my heart: I love you too, dear.
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
You know salt and shake crisps
See for people who don’t add the salt
They could call them No salt No shake
Think I will be Sir real this year
Days before Noël
We're ready to celebrate
With all the Poets
We ignore all the puppets
Everybody seems to be doing well
Xmas eve is a joyful and gleeful date.
Before the arrival of Xmas
It is a happy occasion for the mass
Children and adults rehearse
Everyone is athirst
Of a good time. Jesus is born
Beautiful lights sparkle on the lawn.
This is a very happy occasion
Everyone, regardless of religion
Enjoys the festivities, the party, the celebration
With a Christmas passion
Full of beauty, joy, love, lights and benediction.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Light as an emanation
Of hope-filled joy.
Light as a revelation
Of divine birth.
Drawn to each type, selfsame toned
Whilst sung to, as
Child, reverts back to: angel
Of divine worth.
For our snowman my Great Dane has quite a crush
King leaps in for a hug and turns it to mush
Come push lunge or shove
King can't rein in his love
Turning a cold winter heart into melting slush
I’m going on break just until XMAS
There’s much to plan for a trip & all the fuss
This is not a break-up, oh no!
Because a break-up means I go solo
It wouldn’t be me— it’s you I love to follow
talk every day, in my tears I shall not wallow
And I’m not one to delete all my poetry
and give no reason for it and do it soley
for the other poets to ponder wherefore or why
as though a swan song shy
Or just up & go away
without any words per se
leaving you to guess what has happened
My friends, this is not the end
I won’t let anything stand between us
So, see you around or after XMAS
Give me a kiss under the mistletoe
as
Christmas comes but once a year
gathering friends and family near
and
if X is a kiss is kissmas a word
if it is it’s the sweetest I’ve heard
X marks the spot now Christmas is here
peaceful joyful and full of good cheer
I’ll give you a kiss here under the mistletoe
as
Christmas is the time for giving
bringing good will a time for living
so
let’s put the X in Xmas
with a kiss for Christmas on Christmas Day
fare that's fine hot spiced wine
and a thought for loved ones
so far away
As blue cornflowers decorate each field giving hope in July.
Kings learn many new opportunities; probing questions;
real self-therapy; unblemished veracity with Xyris yearly zest.
Where's that Bethlehem?
I toiled hard to find out that
It's right in my heart.
Cranberry garlands the Christmas tree
Piña empanadas and gifts of filigree
Children’s faces aglow
Kissing ‘neath the mistletoe
Midnight mass tradition with family
Flights have been cancelled call the hotels!
Humbug to last minute changes and jingle bells
Lil black dress doesn’t fit
BYO Test My Drink Kit
It’s pub night with my standby drinking pals
Merry Christmas
Joyeux Noël
Feliz Navidad
Happy Hanukkah
Happy Kwanzaa!
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients
On their death beds, who are resigned, hopeless
Penniless, helpless, and spiritless.
Haiti needs a mega break from all the powerful parasites
That are still exploiting our precious resources at countless sites
While concomitantly exploring and impoverishing our peasants
Our innocent siblings who perilously work for crumbs and cents.
It is time that all truths are spoken or be told
It is time that we unearth, unfurl or unfold
All vile plots so the world can witness the premeditated lies.
Papa Noël is a well designed invention in disguise
At Christmas time, the hurts are excruciating
And the misery is objectionable and nauseating.
Copyright © December, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Santa clause get me hope for xmas, since its hard for my mind and heart to hope again. Magicians perform me tricks to overcome ths dissapointment and shock, I jst can't bear no more. Scientist discover in me once again, trust and strength to live with this world horrors.
In me, I know not how to react to this devastation, human in collision, both young and old's life in shambles. There's no level or meassurements to curb this might of distress and dispair, its just spilled waters and milk everywhere, hopeless!
In which part of this Earth can I locate reset button, are there any archeologist to help me trace biblical authors's graves and tombs? maybe through them my grievences will reach to God
#Poetic_Ink
We all know that Christmas is commercialized
It is about business, profits and making money
So is Valentine's Day right now. Love is for sale
Hearts are on sale. Love is indeed materialized
Greed is at its best. Some lovers are very pale
Many seniors are obviously sad. That's not funny
Because it hurts to see so many loners
Who are not happy. They are in pain
Nobody buys them: flowers or chocolate
Valentine's Day is no longer for lovers
Yet, it is a very special to go on a date
With friends and to dream of having fun
Things have changed and are no longer the same
This is the truth and that's a bloody shame
Still, I'm wishing you: Happy Valentines's Day
Be safe! Blow kisses and don't get carried away.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
they've also got a guest on
who suffers from, the inability to burp
he sounds so bored presenting
the thing
as i listen, i notice
the lid of the jar of the piccalilli
it states this condiment is,
'the life and soul of the pantry'
on google i look up images
of 19th century pantries
my wife comes in and asks what i
would like for xmas
i want a pantry
X
MAS
T R E E
Hand in hand
When our hearts
Beat in rhythm there's
Replacements if we think
Xmas is a fun time every year
Too bad it couldn't be all year long
HAPPY
HAPPY
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