Les Enjeux De l'Amour

Je te regarde
Et tu m'avises de prendre garde.
Les petits jeux se grandissent
Et les responsabilités se hissent.
L'amour change de couleurs,
Comme les caméléons, sans peines et sans douleurs.

Je te regarde
Et tu me projettes un sourire fade,
Comme la fille qui méprise
Le gamin qui fait venter la brise,
Pour l'attirer, la charmer,
Et la combler de gestes familiers.

Je te regarde
Et tu me tues d'un coup d'œil bizarre,
Comme si j'étais le lézard,
Qui t'avait effrayé, non loin du bazard.
Par mégarde,
Tu m'as embrassé,

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Break My Heart

Break my heart
Burn my soul
Treat me like a foul
Take me apart.

Throw me under the bus
Bury my pride in the dust
I cannot forget you
I cannot stop loving you.

I am lying on the sand
With all of our great memories
I’ll be waiting for you under the stand
At dawn, under the melodies of the summer breeze.

Break me into little pieces
Call the trash man, the mortician,
The undertaker and the magician
Remember that love can
Overcome all sorts of crises.

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poem by Hebert Logerie (15 November 2011)
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The First Lure Of Spring

Everything is already wonderful.
I can hear, this morning, the songs of the birds,
Which are charming Mother Nature. Two beautiful
Butterflies landed on my windows. Four hummingbirds
Waved, while practicing their new dives.

This season brings a lot of high fives,
And a lot of hope. At the high school,
Back then, young people became really cool.
They started to find each other's smile.
All of a sudden, everyone was trying a new style,
And listening to new songs, that brought a new happiness
In a world surrounded by insecurity and sadness.

Spring is here, let's keep her here forever.
Let's smile more, be kinder to each other,
And do our very best for Mother Nature.

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Suffering From Anamnesis

Our people are suffering from anamnesis
They don’t believe in going forward to progress
Our heroes have defeated countless enemies
Our forefathers believed in fighting the stress
At hand.

Our contemporaries talk and do not act
They dream of miracles and believe in wishful thinking
Due to lack of constructive and ingenious planning
They find themselves regressing or going back
Out on a limb.

The earth is moving, let’s cleave to the climate
Let’s be clever and stop being dumb
This sand is my land; this land is your sand.

Let’s all become altruistic, let’s cooperate
Let’s go with the flow, let’s go with the wind
Let’s go with the sand, let’s stay up-to-date.

poem by Hebert Logerie (January 2012)
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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.

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Sweet, Sweet Diva

After more than thirty harvests, you have remained the same
Woman that I always cared for
And the one that I love
With the full strength of my soul.

Sweet, Sweet Mama, Mayflower
You possess the ultimate beauty and the tenderness
Of the exquisite wild roses
That explains why throughout the ages
You have safeguarded your sweetness and your wisdom.

Flower of eternal spring
You are the Angel who has kept
Your coolness and your youth. Time
Has frozen your image in my heart
You are my virgin and my happiness.

After more than thirty springs, you are the same
Person that I unequivocally loved
And who loves me

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Fleur D'automne

Fleur jaune, fleur triste, fleur pâle;
Le soleil t'a brûlée et la pluie t'a échaudée;
Fleur mûre, fleur maturée, fleur immaculée;
Malgré tout, tu as gardé ta beauté phénoménale.

Les feuilles à moitié jaunes et à moitié vertes
Essaient de porter tes belles couleurs.
La nature et la faune sont inconsolables et en pleurs,
Les écureuils et les rossignols sont en état d'alerte.

Fleur d'une de la plus sombre et romantique saison,
Laisse-moi admirer ta beauté exceptionnelle
Et savourer encore ta douce et délicieuse salive.

Fleur, je viendrai, ce soir, m'étendre sur ton gazon.
Viens admirer les étoiles, les étincelles,
Les branches et les tiges abandonnées dans la rive.

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Rating a Poet's Masterpiece

Who are you to rate my poems?
Who are you to listen to my hums?
Who are you to twitter my songs?

Politics are like worms of a decomposed carcass
Ornated with dead and live muscae domesticae. The jackass
Is being followed by ticks yearning for molasses.

Your ears are open, but they are dysfunctional
Your eyes are wide, but they cannot see the clear ball
Your mouth is humongous, and you can neither shout nor yell.

Some great poems have never being read
Some beautiful women have never been seen in red
Most great poets die before being part of the charade.

You have only seen part of the worst, not the best
The thoughts are deep, and swamped with pests
May you rest in peace, this has been a test.

poem by Hebert Logerie (May 2010)
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Bajo la Sombra Oscura

Oscuro
Bajo la sombra
Aquí es donde
Espero que mi derrota.

Paso a paso
La cabeza
Orgullosa y resignada
Cruzo los pasillos
De la tumba
Bajo el paraguas negro.

En los mediados de hecatombes
Dejé que mis últimas
Besos
Y las llamas
De mi alma
Debilitadas
Por su desprecio.

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It is not too early …

It is not too early to sing
The Christmas songs.
It is not too early to sing,
In many exotic tongues.

This is not the time to play,
This is the season to pray.
Let's sing joyful songs,
In many exotic tongues.

This is the time to be jolly,
This is the season to be happy.
Let's play many positives roles,
Let's hum all Christmas carols.

Papa Noel is hiding in the chimney,
Do not add more fuel to the foyer,
So you won't burn the messenger,
Who is bringing more gifts in the manger.

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