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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.
Àŧùl May 29
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake me up in the middle of the night,
Just to hear them say,
"You can't do it throughout your life — yeah!"

But I've done it,
Yes, I've done it in time,
Life gave me lime,
I made a brine.

Now I'll add my favourite flavours,
Serve a lemonade to my critics,
I'll smile as they'll only admire me,
I'll stick to my roots and credit my parents.

But I'll not let success get onto my nerves,
My responses I'll keep terse,
Lengthier will be the poems,
Elaborate my every verse.

Some people get jealous,
A few people feel,
Others feel,
Positive.
My HP Poem #1969
©Atul Kaushal
Zach Short Jan 2019
of a million strands of kite string - forming tornadoes through a heartbeat:

you release like a whisper - thin; but intentional.
you are a call to listen.
you are a prayer to red blood cells;
a promise of sounder sleep.
a comfortable thunder.

so send up your kites (no matter the weather).

erupt.

and rest among the whispers.
be deep.
advertising pays
very well
if you've an excellent
product to sell

you won't believe
the turn over you'll obtain
when posting an ad
on your pages plain

advertising is where its at
on letting the public know
about a bowler hat
Marks and Spencer
have the latest range
on their London stores
display mat

were it not for free to air television
and billboards on the street
we'd be unaware of an Aspire brand
of cotton sheet

advertising reaches
potential customers
looking for wares
who'll be wanting
to purchase
a variety of hares
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I invested in love.
Then I kindled it,
With faithfulness.

I sowed the seed,
Then I watered it,
With so much care.

I am so well-versed with life,
Then I know a thing about it,
With patience, it only ripens.

I want it to grow,
Then I must care,
With high patience.

I planted the tree,
Then I must wait,
With selflessness.
HP Poem #1326
©Atul Kaushal
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
Yesterday was sour, so today will be sweet.
Today was bitter, so tomorrow will be neat.
I just have to hold on tight.
Slide down 1,2,1,2.
And I know I'll be alright,
but fixing this is something I can't do.

I've been cursed a gruesome pain. I must spend odd days feeling insane. But even, my smile will be on the other days. Still is it worth the tragedy it pays? If I could run from fate, I wouldn't wait. I'd go so far away. I wouldn't look back any day.
I was writing, but I'm sick and sleepy, so I don't know if it's good or not.

— The End —