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om4r Apr 19
Humans, so weird, yet so intricate and fragile,
The horrors they've caused, so vile!
Some see the world as a black and white tile,
That simple, that closed-minded, is how they think,
Their traditions, simply the link,
That stops others from putting a ring,
On their same-gender lover,
Force them to put on a stupid old cover,
Can't let a person love another,
Oh buy you would rather,
You would rather snap at her,
For loving some other,
Her.

They find you inferior, because you're you,
Escaped the binds they never could,
So they create fetters of hate,
And put you in them, why?
Because it isn't "normal,
Even though they're even though they're caged by belief,
That they're in the right,
When really, they're shooting the wings of
Lovebirds,
Just trying to love,
their
Lover.

But it's fine, dear lovebirds of the world,
Their "right and wrong", will be hurled,
What was once, absurd,
Your love, always undeterred,
The word, it'll be bettered,
For all to live in peace,
The hate, will cease,
Cease to even merely exist,
All of those homophobes, sexists,
Will lose their hate,
And we'll live in a world,
Peaceful, in harmony, and without
Prejudice.
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Pauvre peuple de nos pays
Pauvre peuple de chez nous
Pauvre peuple de partout
Pauvre peuple d’Haïti
Un peuple qui est pauvre, désorienté et fou
Je ne dirai plus 'pauvre Haïti'
Haïti est un pays plein de richesse
Haïti, un pays plein de ressources
Pour les autres
Haïti est un paradis et de bonnes sources
Pour les autres
Haïti est un pays plein d’hypocrisie
De peuples miséreux, misérables et de peines
Haïti est un lieu plein de traîtres et de haine
Haïti, Haïti ! Quelle ignominie !
Où ses dirigeants sont incompétents, mauvais et fous
Les jeunes d’Haïti n’ont pas de chance
A cause de ces faux leaders, et des laideurs avares sans sens
Quelle honte pour un peuple qui souvent a tant souffert
Les cimetières sont partout ainsi que les calvaires
Il y a tant de misère parce que les malandrins, les filous
Les hypocrites, les bandits, les fous et les crapules sont partout
C’est le pays où tant d’innocents meurent par les balles, par le fer
Par la haine, par l’hypocrisie, par la vengeance et par la misère
Quel saint doit-on invoquer pour ce peuple sans espoir
Pour nos frères et sœurs sans avenir qui meurent de désespoir ?
Quel Dieu sourd et saoulé doit-on prier pour sauver ces chrétiens
Qui lamentent, qui pleurent, qui crient et qui aboient comme des chiens ?
Quel mot doit-on utiliser pour muscler, dynamiser ce peuple affaibli
Et l’état qui existe malheureusement pour punir les victimes appauvris ?
Pauvre peuple de nos pays
Pauvre peuple de chez nous
Pauvre peuple de partout
Pauvre peuple d’Haïti
Pauvre peuple des États Unis.

P.S. Traduction de’ Poor People Of Our Countries’.

Copyright © Avril 2025, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
No mess is fantastic
Lack of respect leads to war
War is horrific, evil and poor
Racism is not chic
Modern slavery is painful
Hate is awful, hurtful and plentiful
There is no justice
They don’t really want peace
Hypocrisy is ubiquitous
Supremacy is senseless
Discrimination is tasteless
Their audacity is obvious
Corruption is rampant
And the economy decadent
This is absolute chaos
The whole thing is a mess
Less than nothing: worthless
Death shall come. Alas
At last to change the formula
That’s karma
Nothing is eternal
Power is ephemeral
Tomorrow is a song
Belonging to no one
I know I’m not wrong
I am addressing everyone
I am talking to the crowd
Without being too loud
Long live Respect and Peace!
Long live Love and Justice!

Copyright © March 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I see the sad and awful color of racism not every other day
But every minutes of the day
I see the serious mental and physical damages
That this cancer has done throughout the ages
And is still doing to our beloved human beings
Others treat our people like they are leftover beans
On a pet's plate. Our people deserve respect
Fairness, justice, acknowledgement
Compassion and better treatment
Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck
Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted
Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted
At one time, they were hunted by the system
At other time, haunted by an organized medium
Created to destroy, ravage and annihilate
To ridicule, punish and discriminate
I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons
Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, elderlies
Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons
To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies
Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism
When our people are not hired not for being unqualified
But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified
Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism
Every minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled
Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race

One human race, one human race.

Their false pride, their ignorance is unleveled
And their audacity, incomparable. I see the colors of racism
Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them
Most of the time, I simply cannot evade or escape them
It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms
The bigots easily function like lethal venomous vipers
That **** out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters
I see the ugly color of racism not every other day
But every minutes of the day.

One human race, one human race.

Copyright © February 24, 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Eve Mar 11
now i'm from Georgia
never far from a mountainside
scent of earthen greed
down where hills do fly
but buried 'neath those hills
is a hate that runs deep
where preachers lie
for a false god, on their knees

now i'm from Georgia
land kissed by sea
fortune for the rich
and bloodlust for the freed
because the fog and the apathy
can be heard when they sing
liars, all of them
when they decree:
let freedom ring.

now im from Georgia.
Tyr Johns Feb 16
Why did we quit after MLK had a dream?
X said a new world order was in the making.
Why did we stop fighting for our rightful place in it?

57 years ago, we won the Rights
That allowed me to marry my wife-
Why are we still seeing immoral incivility
Through the lens of thousand-dollar cell phone cameras?

57 years ago, we couldn’t have captured injustice-
No lens, no proof, no hope of justice.
But 57 years ago, we fought for civility and won.

But we quit.
We thought we were done.
We became complacent in our victory.
It was just a battle.
The war is yet to be won.

I sit and watch my children laugh and smile,
Blessed with much more than I ever dreamed to have.
Then I look at the news-
And I cry inside.

I look at my wife,
The love of my life,
And I want to ask her-

Why are you so different from them?
Why can you see the good in me?
And not just the color of my skin?

She would say,
“Did God see color, or did He see His children calling to Him?”

God did not quit when His children cried.
Then why did we-after one battle, one prize?
Dr. Martin's dream is a dream for many generations
Past, present and future… Life is about hope, compassion
Love, freedom and justice. It's not asking for too much
Because human lives are precious and priceless. As such
We were all created in the same manners. No one got
More, no one deserved less. There are three levels in the lot
Birth, live and death. We all must go through the same process
Health is paramount and wealth is secondary or temporary
We all will leave earth one day, soon. Hoping we're all blessed
To remain on earth for a long time. A dream is a reality
That will or will not come depending on the dedication
On the focus and on the resiliency of the participants
We all dream for a better future for our families, friends
Even for perceived enemies. Hope is in the air, like flying ants
Wishing to land on a fertile sugar cane field. Dr. King, our Hero
Is a man with many names: Dr. Martin, Dr. King, a great fighter
An activist, a superman, a martyr, etc. He was the older brother
That we dream of being with us in time of trouble, at a low
Point of our lives. Dr. King was an amazing inspiration to a world
Filled with backstabbers, hypocrites, racists, maniacs and criminals
Dr. King's dream is well and alive for many generations. Animals
Will never rule the universe. Human beings cannot be obviously curled
By a bunch of so-called right wing individuals. Common sense will
Always prevail. Love will always win. The racists and the haters ‘will
Shall fail. Positive attitudes will always win. Brother Martin's dream
Will live forever. All men and women were created to enjoy the ice cream
Equally, to be free to fight against unfairness, selfishness, racism, bigotry
And injustice. Dr. King's dream and inspiration will live forever, for eternity.

P.S. I write what I want to write about and say what I want to say.
I am a free man.

Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Fuego, fuego, innumerables fuegos
Fuego de odio que nadie admira
Fuego que hiere, mutila y mata a víctimas inocentes
Fuego que quema, incinera y destruye muchos edificios
Fuego que se utiliza mal
Fuego que se dilata
Los países, con más potencia de fuego, dirigen los negocios
Un gánster con un fuego pesado es utilizado como una idiota
Como un instrumento mortal o herramienta para intimidar
Para asesinar y para eliminar enemigos potenciales
Fuegos de odio, fuegos del infierno que matan familias
Fuego, fuegos, incendios incontrolables en el mar
Fuego, incendios naturales en California
Fuego, incendios mortales en Gaza
Más fuego, más poder, más poder de fuego
Más poder, más fuego y más poder inusual
Fuego en la cocina para cocinar comida gourmet, cena deliciosa
A la hora del cóctel elegante
Ese es mi tipo de fuego, ese es buen fuego
¡Fuego, fuego y alto el fuego! Todos aborrecen la guerra
Porque la guerra es odio, la guerra es el infierno en el bar
La guerra no es más que un fuego maligno
La guerra no es un juego. La guerra no es natural
La guerra es un desastre. La guerra es un infierno creado por el hombre
La guerra es un desperdicio de vidas y recursos humanos
Más agua para matar todos los incendios y todas las fuentes
El mundo necesita fuego bueno para proteger el medio ambiente
El mundo quiere paz en todo el continente
Dios creó Un Mundo, Un Pueblo y Una Raza
Y el hombre inventó la división y muchas razas en este espacio
El hombre creó el nepotismo, el dinero, el odio, la envidia, la discriminación
El terrorismo, el color, la avaricia, la traición, el sufrimiento y la corrupción
¡Fuego, fuego, alto el fuego! Necesitamos lluvia, más agua para apagar el fuego
Necesitamos Amor para aniquilar el odio y más amor para descharchar
A los líderes malvados que están destruyendo nuestro Mundo, nuestro Universo
Queremos Paz y fuego bueno para nuestro Mundo, para Nuestro Universo.

Copyright © enero de 2025, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
The color of my Skin.
My deep, dark eyes.  
The curl of my Hair.
I can feel your the heat vindictive stares.
The twist of my tounge.

I speak my language with courage,
Not with care of your fears
Illigal Alien, They call my kind.
All I want is a place thats mine.

Nomatter, I'll continue to stick out
Like a sore thumb, I will not run
from your vengance.
I'll stay here and take it.
You held power over them
but never over me.
My curly hair runs long, wild, and free.

You have lost the fear held
in the eyes of my uncolonized ancestors.
Now I face you with strenth
My dark eyes like stone cold pools of depth that
you tried to breed out.

Como un bailador,
I'll twist away from your nasty tricks.
I'll thrive, Child of the sun.
Brown I am.
Brown-eyed children of the sun is a song by Daniel Valdes written about the injustices toward farmworkers. I drew insperation from the ballad as the farmworkers rights is what set off the Chicano civil rights movement which I hold very dearly to my self-identity.
It’s hard not to feel the pain
That forever lifts its head again
You try to shame me with your stain
Of me being who I proclaim
As if by chance I could change

To spite you, I would remain the same
Dance and shout and protest
While you try to keep me in my place
because in your eyes my blackness
Is still seen by you-- a disgrace

******* your white race
I felt I had better put a note with this poem.
I’m not a racist, let’s just get that out of the way
What I wanted to convey in this poem is what a
Blackman is confronted with nearly every day, it
Does not matter his finances. Rich, Poor, Middle Class
Believe me I’ve lived all three.  There is always that door,
That can’t be open, that step that can’t be climbed, unless
You have a white man or in my case women with you, and
Sometimes that doesn't even work, sometimes it makes it
Worst. You would understand if you were black.
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