Mets les Clés Sous le Tapis
J’apparaîtrai au premier sifflet de l’Angélus
Quand les arbres ne verront plus leurs ombres
Quand l’enfant au berceau ne sentira pas mon musc
Quand l’air sera doux et le temps quasiment sombre.
Je bondirai sur le gazon comme un lapin enfin libéré
J’arroserai les dentelles roses de ta chemise en lin
Je t’enverrai bien loin dans le ciel, bien loin
Sous une autre atmosphère bien méritée.
Je deviendrai le fantôme de l’ancien acteur
L’ombre qui te rafraîchira de la tête aux pieds
J’apparaîtrai quand la terre abandonnera la clarté
Du Soleil. Je passerai toute la nuit sous ta chaleur
Dans un paradis que seuls les amoureux peuvent imaginer
Et à la tombée de l’aurore, je retournerai dans la clandestinité.
Copyright© Août 2010, Hébert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de quatre recueils de poèmes:
‘Etincelles de l’Amour’, ‘Monts et Vallées de l’Amour’,
‘Sparkles of Love’ and ‘Mounts and Valleys of Love’
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
La Mort
C'est un phénomène,
Elle nous emmène
Où elle veut,
Quand elle veut.
Elle fait son adieu,
Au moment le plus inopportun,
A l'heure où Dieu
Rassemble ses défunts.
La mort est toujours une surprise,
Une peine qui jamais ne méprise
Ni les pauvres, ni les riches,
Ni les lycaons dans leurs niches.
Elle nous tient par les mains,
Nous accompagne au dernier chemin,
A notre dernière demeure, au cimetière,
Comme une chose, comme une matière.
C'est un phénomène,
C'est se perdre dans le néant
Où il n'y a ni poltron, ni géant,
Où il n'y a ni grand roi, ni belle reine.
Copyright© Juin 2009, Hebert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de deux nouveaux recueils de poèmes:
'Mounts and Valleys of Love' and 'Monts et Vallées de l'Amour
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Death
It's a phenomenon
It's an oxymoron
She takes us wherever she wants
Whenever she wants.
She says farewell
Haphazardly when we think all is well
And extemporaneously when the Almighty Man
In Heaven
Wants to gather His children.
Death always comes as a surprise
It's a pain that does not discriminate
Against small and big prize
Against the poodle and the isolate.
At will, she takes us by the hand
Escorts us to the Rand
To our last home, to the sepulture
Like a refuse of Mother Nature.
It's a phenomenon
It's losing oneself in nothingness
Where there is no coward, no superman
No powerful king and no dazzling princess.
Copyright© June 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of two new poetry books:
"Mounts and Valleys of Love" and "Monts et Vallées de l'Amour"
La Mort
C'est un phénomène,
Elle nous emmène
Où elle veut,
Quand elle veut.
Elle fait son adieu,
Au moment le plus inopportun,
A l'heure où Dieu
Rassemble ses défunts.
La mort est toujours une surprise,
Une peine qui jamais ne méprise
Ni les pauvres, ni les riches,
Ni les lycaons dans leurs niches.
Elle nous tient par les mains,
Nous accompagne au dernier chemin,
A notre dernière demeure, au cimetière,
Comme une chose, comme une matière.
C'est un phénomène,
C'est se perdre dans le néant
Où il n'y a ni poltron, ni géant,
Où il n'y a ni grand roi, ni belle reine.
Copyright© Juin 2009, Hebert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de deux nouveaux recueils de poèmes:
"Mounts and Valleys of Love" and "Monts et Vallées de l'Amour"
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
L’Ombre De l’Aube
L’Ombre De l’Aube
J’avais brièvement ton chéri cœur en main,
Mais il a disparu dès l’aube, dans l’ombre,
Quand la rosée aspergeait les lauriers du chemin.
Ton visage gentiment maquillé et serein
S’entremêlait avec le voile des pénombres.
Quel puéril sommeil aux yeux clairs et sains!
Quel étrange songe! Quel beau rêve! Ton souffle
M’a saoulé dans l’ambiance du brouillard crémeux.
Le papillon, qui observait ce phénomène merveilleux,
A gémi et pleuré comme un jeune amoureux.
L’ombre, plongée dans un silence harmonieux,
Est montée splendidement jusqu’au ciel brumeux.
L’ange nocturne est venu comme le dernier bienheureux.
De très loin, on entendait le Te Deum des pantoufles.
Copyright© May 4,2011, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Hébert 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”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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”
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all human beings.
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
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”
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Tiger, My Brother…
Tiger, My Brother…
Tiger
My brother
Come out to play
Come out in May
To play
Come out of the woods
To play with the Dudes
We all understand that the cheerleaders
Are attractive, sexy and bootylicious
We all understand that they have the powers
The tricks, the seducing and dangerous
Weapons of mass destruction to destroy men
You are not alone, you are human
Man like you and I are fallible
All men are sinkable
No matter how great that we think we can swim
This mess is about you, him
And I, and all of us
Nowadays, it is impossible to trust
Anybody. The others are after one thing…
You know what I mean
You know where we have been
They are all after something
They all love dirt, trash
They all want to flash, smash,
Crash, bash your reputation
Amidst this confusion
I understand that it is natural to hide
However, after awhile, my brother; wind, tides
And waves will calm down
And the uproars will slow down
When you regain pride
Composures and strength. Right now lies
Truths and hypocrisies
Are intertwined.
After the Hula twitters dined
It would be safer to come out to play
Tiger
My brother
Today
Is another day
You should come out
To shed light and spray water on the drought.
The paparazzi and the media will cry: hurrah, hurrah
After the friendly chat with Oprah
Don’t be afraid to come out of the woods
The brothers and sisters from the hoods
Already forgave you
They understand and support you
You should come out to play
Today is another day
Tiger
My brother
You should come out to play.
Copyright© December 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of four poetry books published by XLIBRIS.COM:
“Sparkles of Love” and “Etincelles de l’Amour”
“Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “Monts et Vallées de l’Amour”
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To a Friend
I sighed:
He died.
He had a million dollar job,
I sobbed.
He had tenure.
He had good pasture.
Oh! my God.
Oh! Great God.
He died.
He was a good man,
A special person
That you can
Easily be a great fan
Of.
He showed a lot of love
When you talked to this
Son
Of a gun.
He was a fun
Guy. You could talk
And walk with him
After the A.C. Convention.
I always had a special vision
Of him.
Because he was different,
He was a great family man.
Good health
Is more important
Than great wealth.
Money is there to be spent
And money cannot buy heaven
And the eternal life.
He had a great wife.
A great job,
I sobbed.
I sighed,
He died
Abruptly,
Suddenly
Without saying good bye.
He had everything,
Except one thing:
Eternity.
This is a pity!
He left eveything behind.
He was a man of a great mind,
He left with that too.
He was among a few
Good gentlemen left on this planet,
He disappeared in the sunset.
The world will forever miss this good man.
He was not a good friend,
Nevertheless, he was a friend,
A brother and a gentleman.
Copyright 2008 Hebert Logerie
Author of the poetry book 'Sparkles of Love' and Etincelles de l'Amour
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
.
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”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Hébert Logerie is the author of:
“Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “ Monts et Vallées de l'Amour”
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
.
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Now, We Have Our President
The man inside the beast
Is our beloved President.
Yes, it is our President,
He is a man of Peace,
Decency, competence,
Courage and sheer intelligence.
Now, it is going to be easier
To digest the nocturnal events:
The news, the commentaries and the comics.
Not all of us are criminals and lunatics.
We have somebody with bright ideas
Who’s making smart decisions for our country.
Now, we have our President,
The mental humiliation, the constant
Discrimination should diminish.
The big fish
Who’s accustomed to rant
And roamed the streets will have to pay rent.
Now, it is going to be easier
To digest the nocturnal events,
The news, the commentaries and the comics.
We will prosecute the raucous caciques
Lawfully and put them at ease,
Where they can learn to respect the family.
Now, we have our President,
We are going to gather every body
Under the welcoming tent,
Where the color of our body
Will not matter,
Where the content of our character
Is the only required criterion.
Oh! Brother Martin,
And our ancestors must be happy,
Where they are resting solemnly.
Copyright © January 19,2009 Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Author of 'Sparkles of Love' and 'Etincelles de l'Amour'
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
À l'Italie
L'amour a remué ma vie comme on remue la terre dans la zone des armées
J'atteignais l'âge mûr quand la guerre arriva
Et dans ce jour d'août 1915 le plus chaud de l'année
Bien abrité dans l'hypogée que j'ai creusé moi-même
C'est à toi que je songe Italie mère de mes pensées
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mes Roses Sèches
Aujourd'hui n'est pas ton anniversaire,
Mais c'est quand même un très illustre jour
De t'offrir des roses sèches et légères
Bien imbibées et corsées de beaucoup d'amour.
Ces fleurs sèches cueillies depuis quelques temps
Resteront infiniment fraîches dans ton sein.
Tu n'auras pas à les nourrir comme des enfants,
Ni à les arroser comme les vipérines du jardin.
Mes roses cristallisées transcendent les quatre saisons,
Elles sont protégées par des épines mortelles;
Les rochers font partie de cette armée solennelle.
Il n'existe pas de mauvais jours sur la terre;
Chaque jour a sa beauté et ses propres critères.
Mes roses sont sans fin comme le temps et l'horizon.
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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'
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Hébert Logerie is the author of two new poetry books: “Monts et Vallées de l’Amour’ (in French) and ‘Mounts and Valleys of Love” (in English) .
/www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=583
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Après l'hiver
Tout revit, ma bien aimée !
Le ciel gris perd sa pâleur ;
Quand la terre est embaumée,
Le coeur de l'homme est meilleur.
En haut, d'où l'amour ruiselle,
En bas, où meurt la douleur,
La même immense étincelle
Allume l'astre et la fleur.
L'hiver fuit, saison d'alarmes,
Noir avril mystérieux
Où l'âpre sève des larmes
Coule, et du coeur monte aux yeux.
O douce désuétude
De souffrir et de pleurer !
Veux-tu, dans la solitude,
Nous mettre à nous adorer ?
La branche au soleil se dore
Et penche, pour l'abriter,
Ses boutons qui vont éclore
Sur l'oiseau qui va chanter.
L'aurore où nous nous aimâmes
Semble renaître à nos yeux ;
Et mai sourit dans nos âmes
Comme il sourit dans les cieux.
On entend rire, on voit luire
Tous les êtres tour à tour,
La nuit les astres bruire,
Et les abeilles le jour.
Et partout nos regards lisent,
Et, dans l'herbe et dans les nids,
De petites voix nous disent :
'Les aimants sont les bénis !'
L'air enivre ; tu reposes
A mon cou tes bras vainqueurs.
Sur les rosiers que de roses !
Que de soupirs dans nos coeurs !
Comme l'aube, tu me charmes ;
Ta bouche et tes yeux chéris
Ont, quand tu pleures, ses larmes,
Et ses perles quand tu ris.
La nature, soeur jumelle
D'Eve et d'Adam et du jour,
Nous aime, nous berce et mêle
Son mystère à notre amour.
Il Suffit que tu paraisses
Pour que le ciel, t'adorant,
Te contemple ; et, nos caresses,
Toute l'ombre nous les rend !
Clartés et parfums nous-mêmes,
Nous baignons nos coeurs heureux
Dans les effluves suprêmes
Des éléments amoureux.
Et, sans qu'un souci t'oppresse,
Sans que ce soit mon tourment,
J'ai l'étoile pour maîtresse ;
Le soleil est ton amant ;
Et nous donnons notre fièvre
Aux fleurs où nous appuyons
Nos bouches, et notre lèvre
Sent le baiser des rayons.
poem by Victor Hugo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Never Give Up
Failing is hurtful,
Falling is painful,
But getting up or climbing back up,
To the mountains, is wonderful.
Nothing can top
It.
Nothing can stop
You. You’re defying gravity.
You’re it.
Not only that you control the valleys,
You’re also in charge of your days
And nights. You’re heading to the very top,
You’re climbing the mounts in full force.
You’re as powerful as a Trojan horse.
Don’t give up, don’t despair.
Nothing has changed, life is still beautiful.
Love yourself and Mother Nature. Be fair.
Think positive, everything will be wonderful.
You possess more than you can imagine,
Forget about debts, trash the bad engine,
Stay natural, be courteous and strong.
Stay in control of your inner feelings.
You can never, never be wrong.
You can always get new strings.
Failing is hurtful,
Falling is painful,
Raise your head and nourish your soul,
You will race up to the top in full
Force soon, where it is wonderful.
Nobody can stop
You,
Nothing can stop
You.
Failing is not an option,
Falling is a bad motion.
Never give up,
Never give up.
Copyright © May,2009, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Author of 'Sparkles of Love'
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Lonesome Traveler
The Lonesome Traveler
(Dedicated to a very good friend)
The weather was foggy and the sky in tears
You, snoozing in your crib, as though, all were perfect.
Clean shaved and yet well dressed; in your isolated heart,
You were ready to pass through the clouds in peace.
For the past years, you felt highly submissive,
And one of these days, you'd have no choice but to reach heaven.
Oh! It is sad to take off alone.
Oh! It is strange that all will forget you, once they leave.
Living, you loved flowers, women, and bust;
I wonder how you're going to deal with new realities,
Because in a few, you'll become dust
That can nourish the air, the flowers and the bees.
The weather was gray and misty this autumnal day,
It was sad to witness your sentence at the sepulture;
At once, you were well wrapped up by Mother Nature.
In this morbid and monotonous universe, you went astray…
Copyright © November 8,2008, Hebert Logerie, All rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of "Mounts And Valleys of Love"
https: //www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx? bookid=58359
PLEASE ORDER AT [email protected] OR CALL 1-866-957-5010!
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fleur De Saint Valentin
C’est ta fête, je vais te célébrer,
Te contempler et te lorgner.
Je vais admirer ta couleur et ta peau,
Du matin jusqu'à la tombée des rideaux.
Je vais inhaler ta beauté,
Et me nourrir de ton arome.
Je vais larmoyer ma fidélité,
En t’offrant mon cœur et mes pommes.
Quand la ville sera parfumée
Après l’angélus, je saisirai mon flambeau
Pour continuer à t’encenser
Jusqu'à minuit où l’air restera pur et beau.
Tu seras naturellement fanée alors;
Je te voilerai de baisers d’amour et d’or.
Comblé et lassé, je te classerai dans mon portefeuille,
Parmi les plus jolies et distinguées feuilles.
C’est ta fête, tu es mon corps aujourd’hui.
Ecoute l’écho mélodieux des trompettes angéliques;
Le monde entier chantonne les plus mémorables cantiques
De l’heure sous les étoiles pétillantes de la nuit.
Copyright© February,2012, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
poem by Hebert Logerie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Deux Frres Sous Le Soleil
J'ai vu en rve - une prairie infinite
J'ai vu en rve - un soleil endormi
Et dans mon rve - nos ailes d'or se dploient
Et un seul esprit - nous unit - toi et moi
Ecoute ton coeur - petit enfant du desert
Ecoute cette voix - c'est celle de ta terre
Ecoute tes rves - moi quand tu t'veilles
Moi qui suis ton frere - oui - sous le soleil
Nous sommes com' deux frres de sang
Nous som' deux coeurs l'unisson
A jamais nous serons pareils
A deux frres sous le soleil
Quand tu entendras - le vent dans le canyon
Et quand tu verras - courir les bisons
Quand tu te perdras - e serai prs de toi
Pour veiller sur mon frre - mon frre sous le soleil
Nous sommes com' deux frres de sang
Nous som' deux coeurs l'unisson
A jamais nous serons pareils
A deux frres sous le soleil
Sous le soleil, sous le soleil
Com' deux frres sous le soleil
song performed by by Bryan Adams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!