Note:  Inspirations for you and for me as well!!!


Oh, Bring me the Sun!!
Shower down your Sunrays
of positive vibes,
Beaming down on us
knowing that hope is still alive
The buzzing of the bee's
The singing of the birds
The power and strength of these encouraging words,
The Clouds in the sky
That are up so very High
The skyscrapers can climb
As the airplanes are flying by
What a beautiful day
feeling good to us all
The call of the wild,
Is our beck and call,
The beautiful seas,
Of the ocean breeze,
So, still and so calm,
As we are feeling at ease,
Life will go on,
as we can see,
Water is LIFE,
As I do so believe,
Oh, Bring me the Sun,
For you and for me!!!!


B.R.
DATE:  2/8/2025

I’d like to talk about spring,
About nature’s breathe with fresh
And breezy mornings, sunny days,
About feelings in spring plesh.

I’d like to talk about love,
The one that takes you all, in whole!
It’s in your heart! It is inside!
It makes a magic just for all!

I’d like to talk about myself,
The one that I don’t even know,
About myself with different fate…
But truly, I guess I’d better go.

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

I’m not suicidal,
I fear death.

I think about dying—
it's always a vivid, beautiful, sunny day.

I just want to bleed, cuts under the skin.
I just want to starve, protruding bones.
I just want to disappear, non-existent.

I’m trying to get my affairs in order,
to tend to my responsibilities,
to care for my loved ones
just in case.

I’m not suicidal,
at least, I don’t think I am.

I fear death.

It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.
The leaves are dry and passive
And the flowers are dead and inactive
Later, it is snowing
The neighbors of the inn
See the deer pass by
All the holy day long
And during the whole evening
We feel the change of the nerves
To welcome the new season
Where we are far from the harvest.

We can hear from very far away
The wind humming in the hay
The vibrations are not monotonous
Since the hummingbirds of the hills
Make their spectacular presence felt
And the poets in the imaginary gardens
Describe everything that happens
In the country where the mass
Remains insensitive, benighted and glaikit
And where the elected corruptors boast.
It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.

P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Cantiques Antiques De L’Automne’.

Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Wintertime is cold
Chilly, cold, might even snow
Wear your winter gear


Springtime is anew
Flowers bloom and warmer days
Blue skies with Sunrays


Summer is Humid
Hot, Exhausting, and Draining,
Uncomfortable


Autumn resembles
Cooler temps and shorter days
A time for Harvest



B.R.
Date: 10/12/2024