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Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends
‘Tis the day to care for each other and to join hands
Friendship matters, love matters
Family matters, good manners matter
And flowers matter too, brothers and sisters
Please do not be too mad
Because the sky is not blue
Let’s enjoy the morning dew
Please do not be too sad
Let’s enjoy the cold sunny weather
There’s snow here and there, but at the corner
Is spring with fresh air and a bundle of flowers
Friendship matters, love matters
There are sparkles of fire of love in the air
Let’s enjoy the season of love, peace and care
‘Tis the moment to walk happily hand in hand
Together we shall stroll, together we shall stand.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to the lovers of the world.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I hate valentine's day,
Not because I hate to love.
But I hate how the pink heart holiday,
Is turning money green.

With the foolish new loves running around,
Wave a dollar in my face.
Write me a love poem for my girl!
Keep your money in your pants.
I won't take it,
How would I be if I chose to butcher art for money?

So I guess what they say is true,
The less words on this page,
The less thoughts on my face,
The less I write the better.
I want the truth of valentines back. No more flash deals, no more expensive gifts, give me the root feeling of love. And give the poet in me a break.
Hebert Logerie Dec 2024
We all know that Christmas is commercialized
It is about business, profits and making money
So is Valentine's Day right now. Love is for sale
Hearts are on sale. Love is indeed materialized
Greed is at its best. Some lovers are very pale
Many seniors are obviously sad. That's not funny
Because it hurts to see so many loners
Who are not happy. They are in pain
Nobody buys them: flowers or chocolate
Valentine's Day is no longer for lovers
Yet, it is a very special to go on a date
With friends and to dream of having fun
Things have changed and are no longer the same
This is the truth and that's a ****** shame
Still, I'm wishing you: Happy Valentines's Day
Be safe! Blow kisses and don't get carried away.

Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hebert Logerie Dec 2024
I love you deeply, profoundly
Yet you are unable to love me back
Sweetheart, it is a fact
That’s torturing me.

Many unanswered calls and texts
Many unsuccessful attempts
I found myself drowning in sadness
Where the sun shines much less.

It is painful to be purposely ignored
I’m in deep anxiety; I am bored
This unrefined, unrequited love
Is decorticating me. Holy Spirit above!

I love you dearly, tenderly
But you ignored my letters
My heart is being devoured by tigers
My queen is not present in my life.

Copyright © December, 2004, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
アラン Nov 2024
sunrise skies, blue and hard as enamel,
held in place with power cable nets
pressing down like separation
holding in place my mood
as a fish frozen hard in ice

mornings with no kisses are brittle and sharp
with no hugs are cold and mineral
with no words are harsh and cutting
with no you are winter crystalised

as I walk where we walked
the imprint of your gloved hand
develops from memory like a photograph
my feet find the cadence of your footsteps
and I am warmed by togetherness like a stove

the taste of Valentines sweet on my lips
but not as sweet as your kisses

like this
your imprint in my life
footsteps in the damp sand
fills
with the incoming tide of days
In Japan it is traditional for ladies to gift their sweethearts chocolate on Valentines day (reciprocation is expected on 15th March which is designated "White Day")
(Silly writing sense of humor)
If there were some kind of conflict between all the Holidays!! This is how it would be!!
(I apologize for it being so long!!!)



Christmas was Robbed!!
Leprechaun stoled Christmas!!
but Not the grinch "NO!!"
but the Leprechaun!! "YES!!"

Cos, the grinch stoled his gold,
He was uncanny, evil, bold.
It does seem kinda odd that
Kris Kringle just got Robbed.

The Easter Bunny got
Robbed from Cupid but
come on now that's really stupid.
Cupid took over Easter, so in revenge,

The Easter bunny took Valentines and
brought it to an end!!
The Easter Bunny thought he and
Cupid were Friends
Because, to the Easter Bunny,
he thought the
Friendship would mend!!

Once again, the Leprechaun had
gotten Robbed "Thrice!!!"
From our American Uncle
and that wasn't very nice.

Uncle Sam stoled his taxes,
his gold and Color green
now, that was wrong and
was downright mean.

Instead of Red, White and blue,
He saw the color green and
I mean like literally!!!

So, to get him back because
that wasn't cool,
month April stoled 3 colors
the Red, White and Blue,
Just to get him back and
to make him the April Fool.

Halloween stoled Thanksgiving and
the Turkey away
And told him:
you'll never see
A Day of Giving or your Turkey
Again!!

A Day of Giving was calm and
said that's alright!!
I have no beef with you,
you have one frightful night.
people are
Thankful like Everyday!!!
celebrating Thanksgiving
which falls on Thursday.

So, go away now because
you're such a fright,
Give back my Turkey and Thanksgiving
and to you have a Scary Fright!!!
On your one and only Night!!!
As you can see and
Holidays not mentioned,
they  also agree!!


B.R.
Date: 12/22/2022
IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR, I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT READ!!!!
Anais Vionet Jun 2024
If you speak of love
speak again

For glorious moonlight
adds thrice such power

Happy messenger
your words sail upon air
striking valentine true

So, if you speak of love
I’m leaning in
speak again
0623.3:19
Charlie Harman Feb 2024
A troublesome tempo
that I so coolly kept
locked 'way inside my chest
for far too long-
Brought forth in time, at your behest.

Those silvery eyes must truly be
like slivers of marbles made from the
dawn high. As if an angel -in perpetuity-
had plunged from the heavens
directly to me.

She is soft, like the beat of a butterfly's wing-
and her hair, it flows like water in the wind, though
the greatest thing of all
which will, or won't, appall,
is by luck alone I've somehow become her beaux.

And truth be told,
She's got me sold.
For Her.
Meandering Words Feb 2024
i saw no point in telling
all she meant to me
of how i loved her
and of the dreams i had
as she never believed
those words for long
simply wouldn't accept
their true meaning

instead i bought
flowers and chocolates
and wrote a card
for her to read
over and again
until she might finally
see what i see
and fall in love
Ash Feb 2024
An arrow pinched
Between delicate fingers,
Gently nocked, but aiming true,
Pulled taut against the bowstring.

It sings through the air,
Harmonious, but decisive,
And it strikes silently,
Knowing only one destination.

...And so begins Cupid's hunting season.
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