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When I see the Haitian flag, tears rush into my eyes.
When I see the Haitian flag, my Haitian heart cries.
Our people have been ridiculed, yet our flag continues
To flow unimpeded. We will never die on our knees.
If we must die, we will die standing like brave soldiers.
We will not bow our head. We will stare at the racist liars,
Because our Heroes died for our freedom, honor and dignity.
Haiti is the most exploited country in the world. Haiti, Haiti
Will survive, and all the perpetrators will rot one day in Hell.
Haiti is the most betrayed country in the world. Haiti, Haiti
Is a beautiful country, in spite of the centuries of disrespect
Of over-exploiting, looting, stealing, and obvious neglect.
Haiti is patient. One day, all the fake and snake goons will rot in Hell.
When I see the images of Haiti, I shake and shake my head and I pray.
When I see the forced smiles of Haiti; speechless, I don't know what to say.
I become sad, angry and numb, because many of us LOVE Haiti,
Our Homeland, which Haiti has been governed by a lot of haters,
By a clan of shrewd kleptomaniacs, who know how to fool the voters,
Which are naïve, uninformed and illiterate. Haiti will survive their hypocrisy,
At the end of the day. When I see the bicolor, tears come to my eyes,
'Cause we have suffered enough and too much. Yes, my brave heart cries.

P.S. May 18 is Haitian Flag's Day (May 18,1803 - May 18,2018) . Happy Haitian Flag's Day!

Copyright © May 18,2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I had a green parakeet and Sparkle was his name.
When he died thirty-five years ago, it was a shame.
On the last day of April, I found him dead in his cage.
I bought him in 1981 and he died of old age.
My one parakeet outlived three blue parakeets that belonged to my mother.
Sparkle was my one and only parakeet, when he died, I did not buy another.
I owned my parakeet for over nine years and he was a great pet.
He died 35 years ago today and he was a bird who I'll never forget.
DEDICATED TO SPARKLE WHO DIED 35 YEARS AGO TODAY ON APRIL 30, 1990.
Randy Johnson Apr 12
Coca-Cola launched their 'New Coke' forty years ago.
When Coca-Cola did this, it turned out to be a fiasco.
They launched their 'New Coke' in April of 1985.
It was not a success and it certainly didn't thrive.
Coca-Cola abandoned the old formula and released the new.
Millions of people were angry and some even threatened to sue.
When it came to the 'New Coke', it was something that most people hated.
Coca-Cola started making the original again because people were devastated.
Randy Johnson Mar 31
Selena was a singer and she has been dead for three decades.
She was very talented and was murdered after being betrayed.
A former friend gunned Selena down.
She died and is buried in the ground.
The killer worked for Selena and she decided to steal.
After that lady was fired for theft, she decided to ****.
That terrible woman deserved to lose her job.
Selena didn't deserve to die or to be robbed.
It's sad to know that Selena is gone forever.
If you're wondering when she'll be forgotten, the answer is never.
DEDICATED TO SELENA QUINTANILLA-PEREZ (1971-1995) WHO WAS KILLED 30 YEARS AGO TODAY ON MARCH 31, 1995
Ugo Victor Mar 18
I see the quiet strength that is you—
Your courage, your spirit, rough edges and all,
And how in your presence, I find myself content to stand unguarded.
No pretenses, no lofty speeches—only the bare pulse of our truth.
Can’t believe it’s been four years loving the dream that is my wife!
ZACK GRAM Mar 12
Happy 18th Anniversary
I Love You
Dear My Dearest Dear
Mariah Carey
I'm Blessed and Thankful
To Have You as Mine
I'm Here BooBoo
No Looking Back
Only Forward
Together Forever
Yours Truly
From Your Husband
Zack G
Marriage Thick an Thin
Dom Mar 11
Can there just be one year?
One where I’m choking
Where I can’t feel the weight
Drag me under to the bottom,
Where I finally learn the trick;
How to escape?

Connected but disjointed
Fragments recollected
But the puzzle is warped
And the pieces I wished fit
No longer serves the purpose -
Obfuscated and murky,
These memories play back in cycles
Cyclones twisting me into a maelstrom
I’m begging to drown or fly far from here.


I shed a tear,
It cannot salve your putrescence
I am engraved upon the grave
And left with the debt of your shame,
My body aches in the baleful way you touched
And disgraced fragile innocence.
Molding the muck into this husk;
What I’ve become is a product
Of your golem making.

Another year,
And your grip is ever strong,
A bear trap to keep me snared
As tenebrous clouds pour their blackness
Until I am lost in the umbral shroud
Caught in the spiteful lachrymal rains
Blighted to walk in cimmerian eras
Your dynasty is misery and I am miserable
Your Achilles aim was true -
Blade cutting to the quick of truth
Fill my wounds with lies,
And burn me upon the pyre.

Let me go,
You charlatan,
Wasteful specter!

Let me go,
Chiding hallow haunter -
I won’t let you pace my floorboards
In hopes you will let me sleep in peace,
**** me now, or release me from this curse.

Surviving is worse than dying.
And your image in my mirror
Taunts me with every passing morning
As the years traverse,
I am further distancing from the lineage
In hopes you will let me go…
Survived my father for over 31 years now....i'm almost as old as he was when he committed suicide, and that pains me on some levels...
It was twelve years ago today when I found you dead.
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your survival, I decided to beg.
You died after the surgeon amputated your leg.
Even though removing your leg improved your chances of survival, you still died.
When the surgeon operated on you, he couldn't save you even though he tried.
Your life ended and you entered the Pearly Gates 12 years ago today.
Rest in Peace, Mom, I wish I could've stopped you from passing away.
DEDICATED TO AGNES GREENE-JOHNSON (1948-2013) WHO PASSED AWAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.
Sebastian Mar 3
Looking at her.
Take a glance, there she was…
all over the place, yet so beautiful
you think to yourself, but you just don’t get it.
“How can others not get it?
they look at you
and not fall for you!
of course, they are going to regret it.”

She goes on about her heartaches and troubles,
wishing you could go back in time to tell them how stupid they were,
and with a smirk on your face, they would know,
it is now your turn.

You look at her worried,
about her smile,
about her lips,
about her arms,
about her weight,
and all the things that drive her crazy.
Yet you think to yourself
of how it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve laid eyes on.

You simply observe,
but neither does she understand the power she holds,
or maybe she does.
But she doesn’t make a big deal of it
and that makes her more beautiful.

All that ******* power
one “hi” is enough to poison you
one kiss on the cheek,
now you are impregnated with that perfume,
that smell…
it sneaks through your pillow,
whispers to your ear
reminding you to think of her.

You look in front of you as she stands so calmly
thinking how lucky you got
that you get to love her.
And now you promise,
You will take every chance to remind her,
that you love her.
Ruheen Mar 1
I'm trying too hard again
failed as a daughter, a friend
hard to exist without faith
so I resist all the shame I can reach

because nobody's watching
nobody can hear me speak
seven years and counting
still I crave something sweet

I don't mind
I learned to cry

swimming in fears once caged
corners of my soul unmade
and the light from the door
as I fell to the floor, guided me

because somebody's watching
somebody has to be
seven years and counting
I need someone to hear

I don't mind
just let me cry
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