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Zywa Nov 6
Souls are colourless,

black and white the setups that --


separate people.
Poem "(work in progress) 'n meerstemmige teks: pogings om die wit staar aan myself te verduidelik - poging 2" ("(work in progress) a part-text: attempts to explain the white stare to myself - attempt 2", 2022, Antjie Krog)

Collection "Within the walls"
They reside on the other side of the city
They bathe in the quiet and still fertility
They own yard-keepers and docile servants
Dogs, cats, hyenas and precious plants.

They breathe the camphorated air like us
Swallow the transparent and abominable dust
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers like saints
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.

They reside on the other side of the old towns
Over the mountains, not too far from the plains
They bathe in tranquil fertility
Of the country-side, not too far from the city.

They ignore that we are the same, the same formulas
And that we live and endure daily the same dilemmas
And one day, them and us, all of us will answer
Present in the river, under the bridge of forever.


Copyright © September 1982, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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.
Ils consomment des chiens chauds, hot dogs
Aussi
Comme vous
Mais ils ne mangent pas de chiens
Jamais, jamais
Ils ne mangent pas de chats
Ils ne mangent pas d'animaux de compagnie
Jamais, jamais.

Les immigrants mangent des sangliers
C'est du ‘Griot piqué’
Ils ne mangent pas de lapins
Mais ils mangent du ‘Tasso épicé’
Et bien sûr, ils mangent des hot dogs, des chiens chauds.

Les Haïtiens mangent et boivent de la Soupe Joumou
Dans laquelle nagent des légumes et bien sûr des carottes
La cuisine haïtienne
Est très, très bonne
Les immigrants consomment de bonnes viandes
Comme vous.

Arrêtez d'être raciste
Arrêtez d'être fasciste
Vos ancêtres mangeaient des chiens
Pas les immigrants, pas les Antillais
Et surtout pas les Haïtiens
Arrêtez cette haine honteuse
Pensez à votre sort
Au dernier rendez-vous
Les immigrants mangent des cochons frits
Comme des milliards d'Américains
Qui aiment les tartes aux pommes
Arrêtez les mensonges, arrêtez tous les mensonges.

P.S. Traduction de ‘They Eat Good Hot Dogs’.

Copyright © Octobre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de nombreux recueils de poésie.
Haitians do not eat dogs or pets
Verlecia F Oct 27
bruises wear (where)
no one can
see

Unexplained trauma made
by professional assassin
who look handicapped
mentally or urban socially

leisurely poking
at tender flesh an teeth
and yet can not be seen

surely not of magic
but in it method's
of pure scientific mind
and it control

how many are their
or am i just one
of many thousands ?

could you please
give a dam about me

SOS
Real life in the USA -  if i did't live this - would be hard to believe - and all who did not help me - i could not understand - i am a slave - just writing it - thinking some person in the future - will think that was then can happen now - and that what i thought too!!!
person in the future - will think that was then, can happen now - and that what i thought too!!!
For history - give me back my good name!
10/27/2024 Sunday
They consume hot dogs
Too
Like you
But they don’t eat dogs
Never, ever
They do not eat cats
They do not eat pets
Never, never.

Immigrants eat wild boars, wild hogs
That’s hot Griot
They don’t eat rabbits
But they eat spicy Tassot
And of course, they eat hot dogs.

Haitians eat and drink Soup Joumou
Which contains vegetables and of course carrots
Haitian food
Is very, very good
Immigrants consume good meats
Like you.

Stop being racist
Stop being supremacist
Years ago, your ancestors used to eat dogs
Not immigrants, not West Indians
Not Haitians
Quit the hate
Think about your fate
On the final date
Immigrants eat fried wild hogs
Like zillion of Americans
Who love apple pies
Stop the lies, stop all the lies.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Verlecia F Oct 25
Where My teeth-is (lyric-kids- crossover )
Hootie hoo

Where you be
could you be hiding
up under my feet

Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo

look-e look-e
are you, playing
hide and seek
walk yourself
back to me

Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo

can't find my teeth-is
i need them,
to chew

oh! hell, Boo hoo
i am gonna get you

This is not peak-a-boo
come back to me


here i look up and down
now i look like a clown

and i can't find my teeth-is
anywhere around this town

i look up
i look down

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

it seems that
the tooth fairy
has lost her freak-en mind

now it time to get her behind


Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

she snapped all of
them, in the front
she is a real nut

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

with just the roots
left behind

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo


Hootie hoo
Boo hoo


aka: lyricvixen
real life ©
Verlecia F Oct 24
drops it to
$1, 800
get a free lawyer
it goes to $1, 800 in payments
or 1, 400 in full

Formerly downtown west
now called Proximity Apartments
now own by Avenue 5 residential, Seattle, WA 98164
go to collections on my credit
if i don't pay, its my credit
and i could be kick off Housing connect ?

fake charges
there not a thing i can do

10/23/2024
i scared - and try  to stand-up - but the law may not be on my side = i am a good person -
for history © 1 hour ago   racism • christian-no • death-hope-not • scared • sad
Verlecia F Oct 24
i here the spray
then drooling
from the mouth

of home made toxins
as i lay in my bed

10/22/2024
just me
real , USA , itchy © 2 hours ago   racism- • pain-ful-muscis • saliva • infections • muscles-all-over
These are the brakes
Lay awake to the prayers of an atheist
Take what is giving
But make believe that it magic
And brake a 300 years course
Hear that Jesus is returning
We mourn babies left abandoned on clerk house floors
In love with the man who **** her
Hands press to a swollen belly
Undressed her skin to reveal the scares
Pealed back layers of flesh to trace her ****** features
We didn't just appear by way of Ain't Cha Mama
Hear the national anthem song only how them southern Baptist can
Kin folks up north longing for nana sweet tea
And summers out on the porch snapping peas
Packing a nap sack of a few of your favor
It track and flee
If only they could had read that they was free
A athletes pleading outside of heaven gates
Grace is said even if plates are empty
Don't tempt me with register unattended
Eric Garner was a friend of mine
Lady liberty wouldn't give me the time of day
Dress hike up so I said ***** just asking for it
Say my name
The one with like twenty syllables
Only alibi is that the ***** is a lier
Flag blindfold my eyes
The anthem song by a southern Baptist plays in the back of my mind
God is found before they have time to draw back their sling
Soul descend to the heavens
It end with where y'all leave me
Body cradle in the arms of a southern woman
Here I'm home
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