In Memoriam, the Greatest Love: Whitney
I was spending a few days with families in Houston,
When I heard of the abrupt passing of W.Houston,
Which came naturally as a shock.
Death always demoralizes the fibers of our heart.
Death always brings emotions that rock,
Break and devastate every part
Of our body and every ounces of our soul.
We can never fully describe the toll
That this mysterious phenomenon
Has on our lives. Death comes like a raging lion,
Faster than the speed of sound, way beyond
Our scientific and artistic imagination.
Death is a criminal that no one is fond
Of, and that no one likes to talk about,
However, death has a way of bringing people together,
It has a way of forcing us to express our bout
With love, which is the greatest desire,
The greatest feeling of emotions.
Love brings foes and friends together,
Love brings strangers and nations
Together, Love is universal,
And Love has no ethnicity and no boundaries.
Love, the greatest feeling of all,
Is at times painful, and is full of amenities.
Human beings, my Brothers and Sisters,
Have very short memories; Love should be practiced
Daily, not only when we encounter tragedies and disasters,
Or when we are victimized by the worst beast,
That ever existed, which is Death.
Let's honor Whitney by celebrating Love every day,
Because death has a way of committing the biggest theft,
And of stealing the very best Angels in the bay.
Our very best people have been snatched away
From us in tragic fashions: Jesus Christ Superstar,
Toussaint Louverture, Dessalines, Martin Luther King,
Malcolm X, Don Cornelius and today our favorite star,
Singer and Sister Whitney Houston, who could sing,
From morning to dawn, with the angelic orchestra.
It is the end of something good, the end of an era.
Let's us celebrate the greatest LOVE of all,
Continue to fight the evils, and keep on walking tall.
May all our predeceased Brothers and Sisters
Rest eternally in peace, among the Angels!
Copyright© February 18,2012, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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The Facts of Life
I have been hired
I have been fired
I have been rehired
I have been refired
I have been discriminated against
And I have learned a lot since
I have been loved
And shoved
Off the skate board
Thanks God, My Lord
Has been with me all along
That’s why I love to sing His song.
I have been wrong
And I have been right
Stay tight
I cannot be played like a ping pong
Ball
You have the gall
And I have the guts
To tell you that under my huts
I will not be defeated
I will fight until death
I am not conceded
‘Cause I have a lot of faith
Things will get better
And our world will be safer.
Keep on firing
Keep on humiliating
Lying, abusing
And discriminating
Your turn to be fired
Is just around the corner
You’ll be tired
Old and weaker
You’ll be fired from the face of the earth
You’ll have to leave everything behind
Your new rebirth
Will blow off your mind
You’ll know the true meaning of fired
And rehired.
Copyright© May 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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Love Eternal
In death there is beauty
We will sleep like angels
With the tranquility of innocence
Death will not conquer our love
As we are bounded by memories,
And our love will flourish
Death is our sadness
For I will long for your flesh,
But our journeys will not be far apart
Death is our sanctuary
From the woes of life;
In death we will find peace
Death brings us unwavering hope
For the time of resurrection;
In death we will find love eternal.
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Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died
Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died
Life is unfair
To those who dare
Life is cruel
To those who sit idle.
Black people die
White people die
Multiracial people die
Rich people die
Poor people die
Children cry
Adults sigh
With remorse
In front of the corpse.
The dancer, the mega-star can no longer fly,
The floor can no longer remain dry.
The mournful river has inundated the stage;
This is the final curtain, the last page
Of a sad story of Cinderella,
Who drowned after falling in a deep coma.
Beautiful people die
Eccentric people die
Brown people die
Famous people die
No-name people die
And that's no lie.
The king died
The queen cried
All night long
Like a splenetic song
The whole world mourned
We are daily warned and scorned
By death
The thief who has the nerves to attack: the deaf
The sick, the young and the old
The exotic, the odd and the bold.
At 50, he died young,
Without playing the last song.
Death and life are unfair,
And farewell is never fair.
Michael will be missed,
May he rest in peace!
Copyright © July 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
D eath Crawl
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Our Love for Haiti…
Our Love for Haiti…
Our love for Haiti
Remains steadfastly unconditional.
Our love for this beloved country
Remains obviously emotional.
For a quarter of a century,
The others did not do too much,
For this yesteryear paradise island.
For more than a dozen years,
The incompetent and spurious leaders,
The opponents and the exiled ones
Also ruled this precious piece of land.
So far, no significant improvement…
Corruption, theft, poverty,
Kidnappings, death, mismanagement
Lies, excuses and misery …
This is not the hell that our forefathers died for…
I can tell you more, I can prove you more.
God Almighty, there is a constant and eternal search
For real leadership, unlike the bad ones
That we have had unfortunately over the last centuries.
We are tired of seeing Haiti among the poorest countries.
Our love for Haiti
Is sadly emotional.
Our love for this poverty stricken country
Remains simply unconditional.
Copyright© January 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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Protect Our Children
We want Peace
For our children in the Middle East
From Israel to Lebanon
From Congo to Gabon
From the West to the East
We want Peace
Not stupid wars
Not obnoxious outlaws
Big guns can only kill
Big tanks can only distill
Pain, misery and death
We want Peace on Earth
We want Peace everywhere
We abhor injustice and terror
We want Peace in the North
We want Peace in the South
Our innocent children are being killed
Our fellow human beings are being killed
It is a big deal, it a sick and sad thing
We don’t want to hear bang, bang
We want to hear people laugh
Not cry, not suffer and swimming in a blood bath
We want friends to be happy and elated
Not being tortured and executed
We want Peace
For our children in the Middle East
We want Peace in the North
We want Peace in the South
There is one God, there is one Love
Let’s protect our children and each other
There is one God, there is one Love
Let’s pray for Peace and let's love each other
We want Peace and Love for every one
From Israel to Lebanon
We want absolute Protection for children
We want Hope for our fellow men and women.
Copyright © January 11,2009 Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Author of 'Sparkles of Love' and 'Etincelles de l'Amour'
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A legend and Diva, Whitney Houston
A legend and Diva, Whitney Houston
(Ode to Singer Whitney Houston)
Dedicating this poem
To you, Whitney
We all love your songs.
You're really a diva
Let your songs remain
In our mind and remain
Evergreen through time.
On February eleven,
Twenty twelve
You left us too early,
We never tire enough
Of all your songs.
You inspire us
With your lovely songs
And your beautiful voice.
Your songs
enrich our life,
motivate us,
make us happy.
We'll remember you
In all your songs
Let the world listens your songs
Always and forever.
Goodbye, Whitney,
A legend and diva,
May your soul be blessed by God
May you rest in Peace and in Joy,
May your songs be heard here and
In heaven.
Leaving a legacy behind
For all to hear and enjoy
Farewell to you, Whitney Houston,
We miss you,
Love you and
All your songs.
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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What Is Death
death is love,
death is peace,
death is all the non-violent things around you,
death will hunt,
death will kill,
death is a fallin' angel,
death is what you will receive,
death is all around you,
death is love,
death is peace,
death is the killing angel of peace,
death will take every last soul,
death will vanish the day we leave,
you can run but you can from death,
he will find you no matter where you go,
death hunt by fear,
death is love,
death is peace,
death is all round.
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Six Six Six Revealed (repeating cycle) (Jul 7th,2004)
(one)
Love brings war
Love breeds hate
Love births peace
Love begats death
Love blossoms life
(two)
Life blossoms love
Life begats death
Life breeds hate
Life brings war
life births peace
(three)
Peace births life
Peace brings war
Peace begats death
Peace blossoms love
Peace breeds hate
(four)
Hate breeds peace
Hate brings love
Hate births war
Hate blossoms life
Hate begats death
(five)
Death begats hate
Death breeds life
Death blossoms love
Death brings peace
Death births war
(six)
War births death
War begats peace
War blossoms life
War breeds hate
War brings love
Misconstrued
never ending or beginning
One last bringing of war
Begatting death of the cycle
Blossoming life as it is meant to be
Bringing cataclysmic profound love
Birthing true peace and tranquility
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I Love You To Death...
Hey baby, I was at my boys’ house last night. Sorry, I didn’t call you, I pass out on the couch.
You know I love you to death!
Girl you know that I would be with anyone else but you cause I love you to death!
Boo why would I cheat on you? When I got you.
You know I love you death!
That’s you lips stick, you remember when you kiss me as I was leaving out with the boys.
I love you to death!
Stop tripping.
I love you to death!
Your girls just jealous, because they don’t have a man like me.
I love you to death!
It was not me in car with that hoe.
I love you to death!
That’s just my home girl.
I love you to death!
I don’t know why those girls call your phone.
I love you death!
That not my rubber on the car floor, must be my boy.
I love you to death!
That’s not my baby.
I love you to death!
Damn girl, Rest In Peace “I am glad I left when I did.”
I loved her to death!
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To My Brother Who Looks Different Than Me
The first time, we met; you treated me,
Like a sibling, like a brother.
It was friendship; it was love at first sight;
In a very short time, you became my faithful mentor,
The good shepherd despite your prestigious might.
You do not discriminate against anybody;
You are the man that I yearn to emulate:
The consummate professional, the prelate,
Who fights the right battle, and who, eventually,
Won justice for your sanity and for others.
When we worked together, you were not perfect,
However, I could rely in you and trusted your ways;
You had a way of dealing with the imperfect
World, you had a way to warn me of the dangers.
A man can love another man for his good character,
For good morale, and unblemished behaviors.
Even now, you are still a brother, not an actor;
You remain frank and truthful with me all the time.
My brother, you were the perfect employer,
You stood by me in good time and in bad time.
When things got tough with the impostors,
I stood by you, because I knew that you were innocent;
Because I knew that you had strong work ethics
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God has a way of protecting people, who are decent;
Family men like you and me,
Quality men like you and me.
Even though that we look very different
From each other;
You will forever
Remain my beloved brother.
I thank you for your understanding,
You are my star; I thank you for everything.
Copyright © February 2009 Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of two poetry books: “Sparkles of Love” and “Etincelles de l’Amour”
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
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Tear Down The Walls
Tear Down the Walls
That was a powerful statement
Made by a serious President.
These words changed the continents
And the whole world.
Those words made a lot of sense
To the young and the old.
That was back then,
Why now, more walls are being erected?
I guess, we, humans,
Never learned from our shortsighted
Experience due to selfishness,
Greed, hypocrisy, and weakness.
There is always a humane way
To encircle the heavens with your concrete walls
And your venomously man-made bay.
No matter how tall
Is your fence, you cannot stop the air
From traveling and twirling in the atmosphere.
You cannot stop the waves from caressing the shore.
You cannot stop the volcanoes from burning the floor.
All walls will come down one day.
All chiefs will return penniless to the alley
Of death, where vitam aeternam is a laughing matter;
When Mom speaks, you better listen to Mother.
Brother against brother, sister against sister,
Nation against nation, the universe belongs to my brother,
To my sister and to all of us; it does not matter
Where you were born;
The sound of the horn
Will disintegrate your soul when the time comes.
Tear down the walls and plant colorful mums.
P.S. Happy 20th. Anniversary Germany
Copyright© July 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
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My People Have Suffered …
My People Have Suffered …
My people have suffered
Before dawn and throughout the thickness of the night.
My people have been conquered
And kidnapped by innuendoes and by fright.
My people have been exploited
Under the bright light of the moon.
My people have been humiliated
Under the hellish glare of the sun.
Who are my people? They are the rejected ones
Of this society: the physically weak siblings,
Who don’t enjoy winters and springs;
The sad ones who are always under the guns.
My people will truly wake up one day,
Under the gleeful eyes of darkness.
My people will indeed rise up one day.
My people will plant the seeds of fairness.
My people will spray the aroma of love
Everywhere.
My people will spread its wings like the dove
Flying in fresh air.
My people are beautiful inside and out.
My people are patient like the hypnotized tiger.
The struggle has not been easy, the last bout
Will be ferocious in front of Mother Nature.
My people are steadfast, they will never lose.
Strong and humiliated underdogs always win;
They always beat the odds and the fools.
True champions are always compassionate under the sun.
Copyright© February 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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Only See Colored People
This can be extremely controversial,
Educational, and inspirational.
This can be hard for a lot of you
To swallow.
This is absolutely colorful,
Revolutionary, and masterful.
This is about what’s real and true;
This is about the rainbow.
I have seen Caucasians
Never white people.
I have seen Asians
Never yellow people.
I have seen Indians
Never red people.
I have seen Indians
Never brown people.
I have seen Africans
Never black people
I have seen Americans
Never purple people.
This is very fascinating;
Most of us fall somewhere, on the darn chart,
While others act dumb and ignorant, not smart
To realize that the string,
The blood, the organs, which link us together,
Are more important than the false beliefs
Or creeds, which we have espoused at the dawn of all myths.
We are worse than imagined and can be better,
If we honestly look in the mirror,
And ask many pertinent questions about ourselves:
Who are we? Where are we stored on the shelves?
Are we part of the joy or part of the terror? …
I ponder
And wonder.
I imagine and I guess.
I only see colored guests
On the planet
And colored fish in the net.
This is real and true,
Nevertheless the rainbow is about you,
And me; and all of us
Thrown naked on the cross.
Copyright© September 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of four poetry books:
“Sparkles of Love” and “Etincelles de l’Amour”
“Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “Monts et Vallées de l’Amour”
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
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What a Sad Tuesday Afternoon - January 12,2010…
What a Sad Tuesday Afternoon - January 12,2010…
The Haitian tom-tom, the Compas will remain sad
For a long time
And the people, our people will remain mad
For some time
The seismic river of death
The painful tears have shredded
The fibers of the poor hearts embedded
Buried alive where few are left
Scrambling at the cataclysmic trial.
Dial 911, no response
Call, call, no dial, no dial
Tone, no rescuers, no dance
No dancing tonight
That’s right
All of the dancers
Are dead
The musicians are dead
And the executioners
Are dead too
Grown-ups are perished, children are lost
In the ditches, babies are engulfed in toxic dust
It is unusual to
Fathom the unimaginable
Half a minute, to think of the incredible
Force of Nature, to live in hell on earth
And to predict the impossible
The Olympian sleeping on the turf
Is dead, dead
This is miserable.
Dust, smoke, fire
Everywhere; the Empire
Is no more. Gold is worthless
Money is senseless
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run to
No street peddlers
No beggars, no drivers
No merchants
No, no cats and no dogs parading
The corners; total silence
In downtown Port-au-Prince
Nobody to sing
Nobody to hum Ave Maria
The bankers failed to call today
Today is only the second Tuesday
Of a brand new year; Caramba
Tonnerre! Anmwe, God d…
I am not going to say it
I should have gone to Cape Cod
I cannot stand, I can’t say it
I am suffering internally
I am dying slowly
With my brothers
And sisters.
Copyright© February 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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