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The Right Equation

I have been loved
I have been rejected
I have been elevated above
The rest and also been castigated
Too much love can be sweetly deadly
Just as too much saccharin, sucrose
In one's blood stream. Give me the right dose
Give me enough to defeat my envy
Too little love can be devastating
Kiss me gently as many times as you want
Calm me down, mollify my rant
And appease me like the breeze of last year's spring.

I have been loved
I have been rejected
Put a light fire on the stove
To warm up the decaffeinated
Coffee, pour a spoon of honey in the cup
And a little bit of organic fat-free milk on top
Stir it as much as you want to be appreciated
So I can fully comprehend you
So both of us will know better
How to disseminate pleasure to each other
Whether the clouds paint the sky gray or blue
Let's drink from the same straw
So the curious world can draw
The obvious conclusion
That we have finally found the right equation.

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Senseless Killing

I saw your sons and daughters today at church;
They were carrying the holy wine, the holy bread,
The chalice, the cross and your sins.

They were not too happy, you killed their mother,
For nonsense, because of your ignorance.
Killing is never acceptable, violence
Should be denounced and rejected.

The children were beautiful at church
Without you, the fool who killed senselessly,
Brainlessly; the zombie which should have remained
Dead in the dungeon of Frankenstein.

May you rot in your deservedly filthy cell;
Your first class seat is reserved in hell;
May your blood burn without fire.
And may your eyes remain wide open, during your entire
Residency in the morbid house of Dr. Halloween Stein.

Copyright © August 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of:
“Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “ Monts et Vallées de l’Amour”
« Sparkles of Love » and « Etincelles de l’Amour »
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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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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”
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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…

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Hope of a Nation

How sweet is our victory!
How wonderful is the glory
Of God.
We nod
At times vicariously,
Inadvertently.
Difficult times are ahead,
We have to be strong and mad
To face the future.
Luck and good nature
Are not enough.
Life is tough,
Amidst the dangers,
Brothers and sisters,
We are going to stand to fight,
The injustices and everything that is not right.
We are going to work together,
Stand together, fight together
And undoubtedly win together.
We have more than hope on our sides,
We have God, the wind, the waves and the tides.

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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.

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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
.
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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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!

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Live

A million stars light
This beautiful night
This is not a night to die
Let me sing and dance
Beneath the sky
I have such love to give...to give
I want a chance to live

Live
For the one I love
Love
As no one has loved
Give
Asking nothing in return

Free free to find my way
Free to have my say
Free to see the day

Live like I used to be
Like wild but free
For the life in me

Live
For the one I love
Love
As no one has loved
Give
Asking nothing in return

This world tears us apart
We're still together in my heart
I want the world to hear my cry
Even if I have to die
Love will not die
Love will change the world

Live
For the one I love
Love
As no one has loved
Give
Asking nothing in return

And love until love wears (?) me away
I'll die and I know my love will stay
And I'll know I know my love will stay

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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.

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The Bliss Of Absence

DRINK, oh youth, joy's purest ray
From thy loved one's eyes all day,

And her image paint at night!
Better rule no lover knows,
Yet true rapture greater grows,

When far sever'd from her sight.

Powers eternal, distance, time,
Like the might of stars sublime,

Gently rock the blood to rest,
O'er my senses softness steals,
Yet my bosom lighter feels,

And I daily am more blest.

Though I can forget her ne'er,
Yet my mind is free from care,

I can calmly live and move;
Unperceived infatuation
Longing turns to adoration,

Turns to reverence my love.

Ne'er can cloud, however light,
Float in ether's regions bright,

When drawn upwards by the sun,
As my heart in rapturous calm.
Free from envy and alarm,

Ever love I her alone!

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Tribute to Aimé Césaire

One must be really like you from the native country to comprehend,
One must be truly like me from the tropical country to understand,
And to feel at this very moment the stinging lashes
Unjustly burning the flesh of our ancestors to ashes.

One must be in our skin; one must have our blood,
And have walked under the hot sun of bad weathers
To understand the long moaning of our soul,
The suffering of our people and the miseries of our ladies.

In my heart, you remain, ad vitam aeternam, one of the fathers of negritude,
Which has inspired your children scattered all over
The world. Today, you're gone and I'm sad. I still feel the iron collar

Of slavery smothering, strangling, and suffocating me,
And the kicks of the iron boots of this sad and inhumane history.
Brave Poet! Many thanks! May God welcome you in His Beatitude!

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Presidential Honeymoon

(The First 100 Days)

While the honeymoon
Is still going on,
And in the late afternoon,
The whole world is looking at
Every detail like an inquisitive moon,
Like an aggressive and ferocious big cat,
All need to be patient, all need to understand,
All must cooperate, all must comprehend
That you have a very difficult job;
At times, you’ll have to make tough and ranching decisions,
You will undoubtedly be mobbed
By a vociferous press and you’ll be watched by many nations
Seeking for solutions that they cannot provide to their own people.
At a glance, the air changes from clear to blue and from blue to purple.
Your responsibilities are enormous,
And every one is looking for quick and easy solutions.
The universe knows that you are bright, generous,
Dedicated, and you are capable of solving hieroglyphic equations,
However, unforeseen events can occur at the wrong time,
Where there is no quick and easy answer to inevitable crisis.
At the dawn of this crossroad, we need to pray for you all the time,
We need to faithfully believe in your genius.
Belligerent dictators are going to start war,
Devious militants are going to format terroristic acts,
So forth and so on, you must always be at par,
To deal effectively with countless inconceivable mishaps.
Oh! May God bless you and hoping that even the doubters we’d trust you,
Understand your natural common sense, and admire your courage,
“Cause the challenge is daunting and every page
Will be turned with the utmost care. Loving you
Is not going to be enough, the road ahead is treacherous,
The task is overwhelming; we hope that you’ll remain magnanimous,
While the honeymoon
Is going on
And even after the sun
Burns the angels of the afternoon.

Copyright © April 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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Snow drops

From today, March 1st,
this sunny day, to 8th of March
Most women of my Land
Will smile and pray
Inside their hearts
For One they Love! !
The much loved man
Will hear woman's call..
There he is! !
As in her secret thoughts
At her own door:
Holding a bunch of
gentle little Snow Drops..
She gets those sweet flowers
then he's paid instead
only one warm and sweetest kiss!
But! ! For the spring to come
he needs a thousand! !
So, now get ready: His time to pray..
She has to kiss him
nine hundred ninety nine
times again..
Let's hope she'll hear..
Get it done..
Or..
Spring will never ever
come..
..
So, may I say my my pray:
For man to give the loved ones what they wish
and women give men a bit more then a much
too little- tiny kiss! !

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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.

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Me for Me

If i was not rich would you love me
Would you love me on my own
Without all the riches without my thrown
Would you kiss me if i were a toad
Or would you be searched for a higher road
Would you of loved me if i was not a king
If i had nothing not a thing
Would you still love me in sickness and health
If i give up everything including wealth
I believe you love me for what i am
And not the man the man i am
You love the title and all that it owns
But inside your empty an all alone
I wish you loved me for not that i'm king
I wish you would love me if i had nothing
You are blinded by wealth and my title you see
Dosnt just me loving you make you happy
For i would give up everything even the thrown
For you to love me and me alone
All of this wealth dose nothing for me
I want to be loved for me being me
For i am giving up everything you see
I'm leaving to find someone who will love me for me

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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) .
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Lay Down In Ashes

Lay Down in Ashes
Date: February 18,2012

When green flies through the window
And love is on the ground
The morning dew is soundless
The sun cannot be found
When standing in the shadows
In the passing of a day
Whisper sweet my darling
If love can find the way
But if the sod is barren
The clay, cold and dry
My head will bend in sorrow
To see you passing by
Still, let the fire be nameless
The sparks burn to ash
Make haste into the sunshine
No time for looking back

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To Love or to be Loved

I read the equation which states: -
Love your neighbour as you love yourself,
To love your neighbour as if they were you

To love is to give away thy energy
To love is risk thy soul for someone
To love is invest uncertainly

To be loved is to be made a weaker a subject
To be loved, a wonderful experience
To be loved a non stressful activity

To love makes you struggle
To be loved relaxes your mind

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To You, To You

To You, To You
Date: March 13,2011

I give my heart, my soul, my world
To you, to you, to you
All of me, my everything
I give to you, to you

Whispers blowing in the wind
The skies of striking blue
All the fire that burns in me
I give to you, to you

The passion of my tender heart
Burns fast, and fierce and true
All the flames that I embrace
I give to you, to you

I give my words, my song, my verse
To you, to you, to you
All the magic of my dreams
I give to you, to you

Take my voice, my thoughts, my sighs
I give them all to you
Please harbor safe, my precious dove
This love I give to you

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Senseless Killing

My People Have Suffered …

The Facts of Life

The Lonesome Traveler

Hope of a Nation

Fleur De Saint Valentin

To My Brother Who Looks Different Than Me

In Memoriam, the Greatest Love: Whitney

Live

Never Give Up

The Bliss Of Absence

Tribute to Aimé Césaire

Presidential Honeymoon

Snow drops

Now, We Have Our President

Me for Me

Our Love for Haiti…

Lay Down In Ashes

To Love or to be Loved

To You, To You

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