I pushed you away when you got too near,
told you to leave, though I wished you’d stay here.
You asked if I’m fine
I swore I was okay,
but my silence begged you not to walk away.
I made a scene of my sadness and pain,
lit the match, left you holding the flame.
Said you meant nothing, just to confuse
when truthfully, you were everything that I was scared to lose.
I ruined the good so I wouldn’t feel small,
dragged you down just to soften my fall.
You didn’t deserve what I turned out to be
I guess they were right when they said, misery loves company.

W-ounded she was scarred ,she still feels the pain
O-h the pain she couldnt bear one that drove her insane
U-nderestimating the damage,Now she weeps for her bane
N-ever had she imagined ,the sorrows that would stain
D-istorting images that would strain
S-ucked her brain made her sane
T-he sounds torment,twisting her veins
H-arsh realities those which never wane
A-nd even still ,she cries in vain
T-he past still whispers like a weeping swain
N-ever object ,never complain
E-teched and carved but she couldnt explain
V-ulnerable wound ;forever remains
E-nraged her soul which drenched in  rains
R-avens flew;she stared them through ;the window's pane
H-earing the echoes,forgotten arcanes
E-agerness betrayed her she was never fain
A-che still lingers so she drugged herself *******
L-unacy drove her mad and now she was dead and lain
A-nger burnt her alive but she still couldnt complain
M--adness made her demonic and now she wears her chains
I'-ntricated with restrictions she holds herself abstain
S-eculuded in her solace a fear she still contains
E-mpathy she had lost, one she never had to gain
R-efrained the sentiments inside just so she would retain
Y-et she still sobs; behind that old chayne
T-he anguish she lives with while being still and plain
H-ear this message dear i beseech and constrain
A-gony strips and rips her but the clearity she maintains
T-he porcelien smile ;one for which she trains
N-ot letting it show; the misery she obtains
E-legance she tries to mask; beyond her domains
V-engeance bleeds inside ;mascarred and slain
E-rupts from her bones until it sprains
R-an and ran forever; and now she holds her cane
E-nd her pain forever let her rest and lain
N-ested in some peace a peace that she disdains
D-ie and demise she sings with the cranes
S-epulchural wounds and agonies For always would be her deign
                   _tsuki no ume~

The Truth Be told
there is No
Mystery,
in the sight of the
fact of dealing with
Misery,
It comes and
goes as it please,
Trying to become
your company,
Just tell it
to take a hike,
hit the door,
go away and just flee,
I will not be stressing,
and you can't
have of hold in me,
Why don't you go bug,
sadness, and anxiety!!!
If you so please!!!!


B.R.
DATE: 7/20/2025

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
Flaming 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.

We cowardly witnessed the genocide of many human beings
Live, live, live in real time
That was an odious, callous and vicious crime
We said nothing, absolutely nothing about the sad and awful events
Many of us were either silent or complacent about everything
Even God was absent and quiet. He did nothing, nothing
Evil doers are not humane; they are ******* criminals
We witnessed the bombings of babies, buildings and animals
We saw the massacres and the aftermaths. We could smell the blood
And could hear the cries coming out of the television screens
We saw the live and dead bodies, the hearts, the livers and the spleens
Rotting and spoiling in the filthy streets. The color of the mud
Is grim and abnormal, because of too much sufferings and tears
Too much pain and misery, too much disgust and shame
Too much atrocities and killings. We all know whom to blame
We know who are responsible for so much evilness and wrongdoings
Humanity got thrown out of the window in this part of the universe
We wonder if these two legged machines have a heart and a soul
We wonder if they ever look in a mirror, in a clear pool
We wonder how it would be if everything were to happen in reverse
Where is God? Why this ignominious silence?
Live, live, live in real time
That’s an odious, egregious and beastly crime
How can anybody sleep at night? That makes no sense
These days, everything is live, eerie, vivid and instantaneous
Grotesque things are never acceptable, admissible and hilarious
We want peace and we dream of peace
But the guilty ones must pay from west to east
And from north to south. We want peace and justice.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to Love, Peace, Equality and Justice.

Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

My pen is mourning the agonies and the sufferings
Of my people, who are drowning in the sea of misery.
My keyboard' strokes are shadowing the slow rhythms
Of the wandering beggar, who's lost in the sanctuary.

My voice denounces the filthy cholera and the injustices,
Which are punishing the weakest souls of the valley.
A tiny oligarchy is meagerly being rewarded;
What a shame for a man-made world corrupted with vices!

My daring pen defaces the inequality and the imbalance,
Which fool the image of a so called free world.
My laser beams burn the iris of the blind peasants,
Who can now see clearly the mini-sketch of my people.

I am the brother-in law of the cowardly executed poet
And the great-grandson of the poorest assassinated emperor.
I abhor the vanity and the lowliness of mankind in horror,
Oh! Lord, I'm going to read aloud twelve psalms, from my seat.

My pen is mourning my beloved people,
Who are innocently digesting the giant toxic apple.
My voice is seduced by the wind of liberty,
Which echoes the piercing screams of the hungry babies of Haiti.

P.S. Translation of 'Ma Plume Pleure Du Sang' by Hebert Logerie.

Copyright© November 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of four books of poems:

Ma plume pleure les agonies et les souffrances
De mon peuple qui se noie dans la misère.
Mon stylo stylise les lentes cadences
D’un mendiant qui s’égare au sein de la galère.

Ma voix dénonce la vaine guerre et l’injustice
Qui punissent les plus impotents de la vallée.
Un petit groupe se voit maigrement récompenser,
Quelle honte pour un monde infesté de vices!

Mon pinceau démasque l’inégalité et le déséquilibre
Qui bottinent tout un univers soi-disant libre.
Mes 'rayons laser' brûlent l’iris des aveugles
Qui voient très clair le mini-tableau de mon peuple.

Je suis le gendre du poète lâchement exécuté
Et le petit-fils du plus pauvre empereur assassiné.
J’abhorre la vanité et la mièvrerie de l’homme
Qui se croit supérieur à l’hérisson et à la pomme.

Ma plume pleure pour mon peuple
Qui boit l’absinthe comme un aveugle.
Ma voix emportée, par le vent de la liberté
Est pareille aux soupirs perçants des enfants affamés.

Copyright© 18 Mai 2010, Hebert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de quatre recueils de poèmes.