I'm neither talking about the turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the huge pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.

I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.

Copyright © November 25, 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Mon pays, c'est le beau soleil
Mon pays n'est pas le dur hiver
Mon pays est un Éden souvent vert
Toujours alangui et tropical au réveil.

C'est un pays, où les cantiques des coqs
Revivifient tout le monde tous les matins
C'est un pays meublé de gadoue et de rocs
Où la nature est un vaste et misérable jardin.

C'est un pays plein d'histoires
Où les esclaves sont révoltés
Contre les colons cupides et les sales boucaniers
Là, existent que des macabres mémoires.

Dans cette atmosphère lamentable
Où je gouaille tout ce qui est négatif
Je vais bâtir des monuments positifs
Je vais rêver et réciter des fables.

Mon pays, c'est le clair de lune
Qui donne l'espoir et la force de lutter
Contre les croquemitaines zombifiés
Et masqués. Oh! Je n'ai aucune rancune.

Mon pays, c'est l'imagination positive
Pour l'instant, je ne veux dénoncer personne
Or, je vais faire taire les cloches qui carillonnent
Oh! C'est triste de voir mon peuple sur les rives
Évacuatives.

P.S. Je remercie Gilles Vigneault
Et notre peuple.
Copyright © Janvier 2023, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.

Let's not be afraid to make a stand
Against hate and bigotry on this land
Let's stop the hypocrites cold
Now. Let's repudiate their old
Ideas and their archaic and spurious values
Let's unmask them and expose their views
Sectarianism may be a fancy or ostentatious word
To talk about racism. But it is the same sharp sword
Which can decapitate and destroy good people
Bigotry is bad. May you be white, black or purple
Let's be against white prejudice
Let's be against black prejudice
Let's be against ignorance and intolerance
Let's vote for love, intelligence and common sense
Say NO, loud and clear to bigotry
Vote NO, against racism and hate
Vote for love, equality, and liberty
Expose and vote against the candidate
Who despises the Muslims, the Mexicans
The Syrians and the wounded Veterans
They are all our brothers and sisters
Who are suffering under strange situation
Let's vote against the bigots and the haters
Let's say NO to racism, and take action
At the voting booth. Let's vote for UNITY
And togetherness. Together: we are strong
Divided: we are weak, stupid and wrong
Let's find no excuses, let's defeat the followers
Of ******, Mussolini, the Third *****, the haters
Who are sneaky, deceitful, duplicitous, and shady
We are ONE against the bullies of this country
Let's vote for LOVE, freedom, liberty, and fraternity
Let's vote against sectarianism, hate, and bigotry
Today, tomorrow, and forever
Love is eternal; love is better.

Copyright © November,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

You want me back,
Because you’re missing the thrill.
I’ll call my Jack,
And you’re alone to still chill.
Where are you now,
Needing to cope to closure,
so tell me how,
We can keep our composure.
It’s time to go,
Your gaslighting days over.
You ought to know.
Disconnecting drugs sober.
Back what you want -
We know we can’t…

Here we are living in the land of the free,
Divided by contemplation,
Rooted in disinformation
and told what to do by polticians
that thrive in confusion and disassociation

This isn't the land of the free,
it has become the land of corruption,
deception, and disease
Suicides on the rise as well as
crime on the streets.

And don't forget to pay your taxes please!!

What happened to the red, white,
and blue
I don't recognize it anymore,
it feels more like a bruise
When I turn on the TV,
they are just lying on the news.

From the concrete jungles to the
small town slang
When you turn around it is just
bang, bang, bang
Death on every street corner,
Its all the same ole same

What a big effing shame!!!

Oh, you didn't pay your taxes, now you are locked up in chains

Battered, shattered, torched and burned, the lessons from our history
we never did learn.
Look up the flagpole,
the flags' in distress.
Look at each other,
we created this mess

Sunny Mexico the
Land of colour
And the land of passion
And the
Tequila's are so
Tasty to drink
And Mexico's heart
Beats to the salsa dancing.