For Steve with Love
your feel
still comes
to me
when I
recall
our love
filled years
our shared
passion
goes on
inside
my heart
though gone
are tears
decades
went by
while I
cried ‘why
did you
so choose
to die’
I know
in time
we will
unite
where love
feels no
good-bye
Arbitrary patterns, be it said,
Behove a poet who has nought to say:
Consider if you will, the holy dread
Descending on him when he has to play
Egregious games of lexicon and sense:
Ferocious is his hunt for weighty meaning:
Garrulousness has no innate value - hence
Hermetic references, frantic gleaning,
Intemperate allusions all too often
Juxtaposed with useful phrases in a
Kulturkampf, with memes supposed to soften
Lacunae like the way we treated Jinna,
Matriculee of Lincoln’s Inn. No joke.
Nehru, Inner Temple. Things you learn!
Our planet is a stellar artichoke,
papaveraceous, as the Medes discern.
I never stopped loving you
That’s why I hate you
I really really love you
I really really hate you
I don’t really hate you
That’s how I know it’s love
The only thing I hate
Is I’m not who you’re thinking of
I hate that I love you
When you don’t love me back
Or take into consideration
My dark and ugly past
I know that you’ve been hurt before
I understand your pain
I would hold this umbrella
To shield you from the rain
Even though I know deep down
You wouldn’t do the same
So when I say I hate you
I say it in Love’s name
This heart is what I really hate
The cause of all the pain
I only hate the thought
Of never being your love again
I never stopped loving you
The only one I love
When I said I hated you
I only said it out of love
All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!
All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Bloody chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.
The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.
Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
You’ve gone, and that’s the truth
The picture of disaster
And like a spider on the loose
Who’s no more a web master
I flounder in the drafts of past
Attempting to get out
There’s no well-trodden path
It’s like the every round
I do seems new to me
But as the days go by
There’s nothing new I see
You’ve gone without goodbye
Into the vale of grey
Into the land of sorrow
Time stopped one sunny day
It didn’t meet tomorrow.
In Ireland wellies sell and wells are holy:
our names are legion in the roll of honour.
We have a singing priest (Sinead O'Connor),
and though we didn't think of ravioli,
we DID produce an extra-special goalie,
the legendary hero Packie Bonner,
renowned as Glasgow Celtic's Number Oner.
We're not restricted to our frontiers, solely:
the land of Stradivarius and Stromboli
embraced one of the lads, and did so wholly!
(The place is EM-poli, and not Em-PO-li:
you'll find it easy if you say it slowly.)
The Church of Rome, today, would be so lowly
if not for San Donato, our boy Donagh.
And then, I broke my pen,
Left a poem undone again.
The path was clear, the goal was near,
Yet, I turned away in silent fear.
She once said, "This isn’t fate,
I’m not the one; it’s far too late.
You’re so kind, my closest friend."
And so, my kindness met its end.
I shed my light, embraced the night,
Turned my wrongs into my right.
Destroyed myself with careless hands,
Shattered dreams like broken strands.
I lost my joy, I lost my way,
I let my heart just fade away.
What’s a body but mere disguise,
When pain and sorrow fill the eyes?
Then one day, a thought struck me,
"Why did you choose this misery?"
The joy of dressing up with pride,
The endless laughs I used to hide.
The playful fights, the silly fun,
The careless days spent in the sun.
The half-told tales, the twisted dreams,
The stolen moments, whispered schemes.
The teasing words, the mother’s care,
The love I thought would always be there.
I left it all in just one breath,
And drowned myself in living death.
Yes... I broke my pen.
I stopped crying over my first love
After he honestly told me he is not ready.
I stopped crying over my second love
After he truly ceased being steady.
I am no longer crying for their love
After they began making me feel unsteady.
I am no longer crying about not having love
After they taught me how they rather it be.
I refuse to cry ever again about love
As I am slowly learning to instead love me.
I refuse to cry ever again, even if I find a new love,
As I am realizing how I much rather it be.
I stopped crying to those whom I may always love
After accepting they cannot give their all to me.
I stopped crying, so I may embrace a new love
After learning what love isn't supposed to be.
HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED TO WONDER, WHAT HEAVEN WILL BE LIKE?
Have you ever stopped to wonder, what heaven will be like?...the mansion God has promised, of beauty, splendor, and light.
Have you ever stopped to wonder, when we cross the river of life? We all will live forever-no more pain, sorrow, or strife!
Have you ever stopped to wonder, when our bodies He’ll transform…changed to become immortal...like Jesus to be conformed.
Have you ever stopped to wonder, when His face at last we’ll see? Oh what a glorious
vision,, what bliss what ecstasy!
Have you ever stopped to wonder, the reason why He came? …to give us life eternal,
by believing in His name.
Have you ever stopped to wonder, why He suffered on that tree?...stripped,
whipped, and tortured, He died there to set us free.
Have you ever stopped to wonder?
Have you ever stopped?
Have you ever?
Have you?
I never stopped
Loving you father
I did everything
You asked me to
Every single day
You name it
I washed your people's foot
I fished together with you
On Lake Ontario
We got some fish
To feed you hungry people
It was a hard to clean the wish
Now we are going to barbecue the fish
My Father's people arrived
At the Lake Ontario
At noon
We gave their meal with a dinner roll
And some red wine to drink
We had finished eating at 2:00 pm
At 2:00 PM it started to rain
Very hard
We got caught in the rain
Also we got all wet
It was terrible
We never expect that we would had rain today
Yes it caught us by surprise
The afternoon sunlight is waning, casting a soft glow inside her small bedroom. I sit beside her bed, a witness to her slow suffering. Ravaged by illness, she is restless and uncomfortable. I try to offer an encouraging word as I hold her frail hand. We used to sing together. Music was her world. She lets me softly sing a favorite childhood song. I hate that the dreaded cancer is slowly taking her away…
small lark fades on perch
where songs were sung so freely
now hushed in silence
I gently wipe her brow and stroke her hair. She looks so small between the sheets. She is listless and has no appetite. She knows it won’t be long. I remember our many happy times together growing up. Now, I pray over her, asking for God’s mercy. Tears trickle down my cheeks. Soon, my little sister will be with her Savior…
wounded lark struggles
quiet pleas are heard above
never more to sing
“What’s the matter, little one?"
“The gone gone geese~~no more fun!”
What he meant, I had no clue,
but he surely knew.
Because I could not escape from Life –
It rudely dragged me forth –
The chaos swirled, consuming all –
And Oblivion, my worth.
We raced through days – no time to rest –
And I, a frantic pawn –
My dreams and hopes, discarded, lost –
For Life's relentless dawn.
We passed the cubicles, where souls toiled
In fluorescent-lit despair –
We passed the screens of endless tasks –
We passed the coffee-stained chair.
Or rather – Life passed me –
Its deadlines, like a storm –
For only memos, spreadsheets, strife –
My soul, a uniform.
We paused before a desk that seemed
A prison of the mind –
The keyboard barely visible –
The mouse, a chain that binds.
Since then – 'tis eons – and yet
Feels shorter than a breath –
I first surmised the ticking clock
Led me toward my death.
Rolling passed where I used to live many years ago,
I saw a white limousine stopping by,
I didn't know what was happening,
but I went there to see.
A Coruña, my city those years,
in front of the "Chaplin Cinemas"
the "Black Panther" made her
limousine to be stopped in the middle of nowhere to sign autographs before the concert.
Mrs Tina Turner went out
from the car in the middle of the road so humble.
Mrs. Tina Turner had a concert for one day, but many people didn't have the chance to be there because there was no space.
She didn't mind to stay and give another concert for us to enjoy for free.
Mrs. Tina Turner I've been blessed by chance,
while you were rolling down the street.
So nice you stopped by my door when you were rolling by.
Time has stopped like a broken clock,
My eyes are glued to your beauty;
It will be a matter of shock
If the Time starts doing its duty.
If Time moves, there will be no Spring,
Leaves and flowers will fall from trees;
The cuckoos will forget to sing,
Cold wind will replace gentle breeze;
And your beauty will fade like dusk.
Let Time take rest and do no task.
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