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I love, I love
Yes, I love to love
Like a genius in deep love
Like a fool in sick love
I love like no one ever loves
Like I love watching the doves
Drifting up and down in the sky
Below and above the clouds
Whether the weather is wet or dry
Below and far from the shrouds.

It is not a mistake to love
I don’t love just for Valentine
I love every single day and that’s fine
It is an incredible experience
Coming straight from above
Yet, there’s no obvious difference
Like a genius in sick love
Like a fool in deep love
I love, I love
Yes, I love to love.


Copyright © May 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I loved the poem that you gave me,
Dear beloved, for Valentine's Day
Oh! My goodness, that was ****.
That was hot, romantic and gay.

I loved the poem that you sent me,
To express your deepest feelings.
I also loved the flowers and the rings,
That you gave me for eternity.

I never knew that you were a Poet.
You shocked me with your lovely words.
You made me happy; it was like we just met.

Love can externalize exceptional emotions,
And expressions that are as sharp as deadly swords.
I also loved the kisses, the candies and the carnations.

Copyright © February 10, 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Archer Feb 13
So you ****** up,
he spoke up. He shrugged as if it were no big
deal, but really it was; it was a huge deal.
No big deal,
his face betrayed his tone.

Uhm? No- really it is, it’s a huge deal,
I protested.

Okay, bud, take a breath…
He threw me a sheepish smile
That I pathetically fumbled.

‘Take a breath’?
I echoed with a scoff.
‘Take a breath’?!
I grabbed a hand full of my hair with each arm and squatted on the concrete.
First you said ‘the worst she can say is: no’;
and now you tell me to ‘take a breath’?
I tucked my head between my knees
and stared at the white paint
that had begun to fade off the parking lot.

Well, yeah. I, you know,
he chuckled.
I was certain he was doing that stupid thing,
where he scratched the back of his neck,
even if I couldn’t see it.

No,
I groaned,
You don’t know.

Okay, this is embarrassing… Get the hell up,” he crouched down and yanked us both up by my wrists.

Is everything you say a lie?
I took a long and dramatic drag on the word “lie”,
pulling my arms away from his grasp.

So she called you a b#tchless, d#ckless, f#ggot who would die such a big ****** that your wiener would invert at even the
slightest touch of a woman,
no big deal,
he repeated once more.
All he got in response was another groan.
He leaned against his Toyota before trying to remedy the situation,
I mean, you know, who hasn’t been called a-

I really don’t need to hear you to say it again.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Right, sorry. Probably not helping, huh?

Yeah, no.

For some reason,
this kid just did not know when to
shut up.
Well, I, you know there are plenty of other fish in the sea, right?

Yeah, but no angel fish wants to go out with a sea urchin!
I gestured to myself before pressing my stomach against his car.
We’d been at school far too long after the bell.
I was sure some of the teachers suspected we were doing crack,
or something.

I,
he started, looking to me at his side.
He stepped off his car and
opened the passenger side door for me.
Then, I guess you just gotta find
another sea urchin.
The romantic accolades
The tropical kool-aids
The seductive smiles
The inimitable styles
Baby, it's Valentine
Every day that we encounter
Girl, you look fine
Like an exquisite flower.

You electrify my whole body
From head to toes, every time I see
You snapping your fingers, my heart
Beats profusely. It's magic. It's science. It's art
You are a masterpiece, a virtuoso
You drive me crazy, you drive me loco
You are a fine wine
You have a gorgeous body
Baby, It's Valentine
And you're as sassy as a Lilly.

Every time we meet
I melt; I fall at your feet
Baby, it's Valentine
Girl, you look so fine
Like a super-model
You're stylish, and beautiful
You electrify my entire body
You look incredibly foxy
Honey, it's Valentine
And you're naturally divine.

Copyright © February 13, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
pnam Feb 9
Some years ago, a spark was lit,
A love so true, where our hearts fit.
From then till today, a journey so fine,
In your words and mine, the stars align.

My lady, mere meh-****, my heart’s delight,
I feel you close in my days and nights.
Wishing you, my love, a very Happy Valentine,
So grateful to have your heart entwined with mine.

Our love bared, ages like fine old wine,
Moments shared, a treasure divine.
Let us bask in the warm and blessed glow,
A timeless feeling, forever to grow.

In your embrace, I find solace,
Love seems eternal, full of grace.
This love, my dear, is heaven’s art,
Every mile, every thought, brings me closer to your heart.

Tonight and every night, our souls enmesh,
Sweet wetness of our kiss still fresh.
With every dawn, your smile does shine,
Forever thankful—you are mine.

So here’s to us, my dearest love,
To dreams we weave and stars above.
With you, my soul will always be at peace,
May this joy and love never cease.
a collage of lines picked from my past writings
mere = mine
meh-**** = lover
Amo el mes de febrero
El mes más corto y más frío de la temporada
Por una serie de razones personales
Y, sin embargo, parece que es el más largo
Por los eventos que suceden al azar
En medio de traicioneras ráfagas de tormenta invernal
Casi todo está congelado y sólido cerca del nido
De las águilas calvas americanas
Excepto las máscaras de Mardi Gras bajo los estruendos.

Febrero es la temporada del amor
El mes de San Valentín
Una cala paradisíaca por excelencia
Donde los amantes se refugian. Puro, prístino,
Nevado, corto, oscuro y hermoso; ahora es
El mes de celebración de la historia negra
Uno se pregunta por qué y cómo
Obtenemos el más corto. Es otra historia
Que deberíamos dejar que las gaviotas nómadas
Descifren. No hay bañistas en las playas de arena
Solo algunos pájaros posados en las ramas
Lejos de las cunas de las águilas calvas.

Febrero es un mes de contrastes caleidoscópicos
Donde las nevadas son frecuentes
Y los amantes incondicionales sueñan con el calor de un cielo
Lleno de esperanza, amor, belleza y hielo.

Copyright © enero de 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios poemarios.
I love the month of February,
The shortest and coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like Feb is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amidst treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen and solid near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.

February is the season of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, Pristine,
Snowy, short, Pure, dark, and lovely; Feb is now
The celebratory month of Black history,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No bathers on the sandy beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.

February is a month of a kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And ******* lovers dream warmth under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.

Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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