#adieu
La morte è il passaggio dallo stato naturale a un altro
È il momento in cui il corpo sprofonda in un sonno
Dal quale il risveglio è impossibile. Non è come il sole
Che va e viene, né come i Vangeli degli Apostoli.
Il poeta senegalese Birago Diop direbbe che i morti sono nelle nostre pianure
All'ombra di palme, mapou e baobab. Il loro sangue scorre nelle nostre vene
I morti sono nello spazio che ci circonda, nell'aria che tutti respiriam
Nelle dolci correnti dei ruscelli e nelle scie di fumo lasciate dagli aerei.
Noi, che siamo ancora tra i vivi—svegliamoci e asciughiamo le nostre lacrime
I nostri morti sono quaggiù—proprio lì, presenti; possiamo percepirne la presenza
I nostri morti stanno sognando. Lasciamoli dormire nel loro ultimo luogo di riposo
I nostri antenati sono lì, presenti per la vita stessa e per la nostra difesa.
I nostri morti sono nella stanza, nelle strade. Sono felici. Sono onnipresenti
Mentre noi piangiamo, essi ci osservano a occhi chiusi—eppure con tristezza
La morte è il passaggio da uno stato all'altro. È con languore, con stanchezza
Che dobbiamo percorrere—anzi, attraversare—quel sentiero labirintico e insidioso.
P.S. Questa poesia è dedicata al Sig. Alphonse Romenus Aubourg e alla sua famiglia,
Al mio compianto padre, al Sig. Gustave Logerie, e alla sua famiglia, ai nostri Antenati, al grande
Poeta senegalese Birago Diop, e a Tutti Noi.
(Traduzione di "Death As A One-Way Passage Or Lane Of No Return".)
Requiescat In Pace! Riposi in Pace!
Copyright © Maggio 2026 Hébert Logerie. Tutti i diritti riservati.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 11:48 PM UTC
La mort est le passage de l’état naturel à un autre
C'est le moment où le corps est plongé dans un sommeil
Dont le réveil est impossible. Ce n’est pas comme le soleil
Qui fait des ‘va et vient’ ou comme les Évangiles des Apôtres.
Le grand Poète Sénégalais, Birago Diop dirait que les morts sont dans nos plaines
Sous l’ombre des palmiers, des mapous et des baobabs. Leur sang coule dans nos veines
Les morts sont dans l’espace qui nous entoure, dans l’air que nous tous respirons
Dans les doux courants des ruisseaux et dans les traînées de fumée des avions.
Nous, qui sommes encore vivants - réveillons-nous, et séchons nos pleurs
Nos morts sont ici-bas, là, présents, on peut sentir leur présence
Nos morts rêvent. Laissez-les dormir dans leur dernière demeure
Nos ancêtres sont là presents pour la vie et pour notre défense.
Nos morts sont dans la salle, dans les rues. Ils sont heureux. Ils sont ubiquiteux
Pendant que nous pleurons, ils nous observent les yeux clos, mais avec tristesse
La mort est le passage d’un état à un autre. C’est avec langueur, avec paresse
Que nous devons traverser, voire franchir ce layon labyrinthique et scabreux.
P.S. Ce poème est dédié à Mr. Alphonse Romenus Aubourg et famille,
A mon regretté Père Mr. Gustave Logerie et famille, à nos Ancêtres, au grand Poète
Sénégalais Birago Diop et à Nous Tous. ‘Traduction de « Death As A One-Way Passage”.
Requiescat In Pace! Rest In Peace! Paix À Son Âme !
Copyright © Mai 2026 Hébert Logerie. Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
Death is the passage from a natural state to another;
It is the moment when the body is plunged into a slumber
From which awakening is impossible. It is not like the sun,
Which comes and goes, nor like the Gospels of the Apostles.
The Senegalese poet, Birago Diop, would say that the dead dwell in our plains,
Beneath the shade of palm trees. Their blood flows in our veins;
The dead are in the space that surrounds us, in the air that we all breathe,
In the gentle currents of streams and in the trails of smoke left by airplanes.
We, who are still among the living must wake up, we must dry our tears;
Our dead are here below—right there—present; we can feel their presence.
Our dead are dreaming. Let them sleep in their final resting place;
Our ancestors are present here—for life itself, and for our defense.
Our dead are in the room, in the streets. They are happy. They are ubiquitous.
While we weep, they watch us with eyes closed—yet with sadness.
Death is the passage from one state to another. It is with slowness, with weariness,
That we must traverse, cross this labyrinthine and treacherous path.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Mr. Alphonse Romenus Aubourg and his family,
To my late father, Gustave Logerie, and his family, to our Ancestors, to the great
Senegalese Poet Birago Diop, and to Us All. ’Translation Of “La Mort Comme Passage”.
Requiescat In Pace! Rest In Peace!
Copyright © May 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC
I wish you well,
I bid you great things,
I hope that you receive
all the good that life brings!!!
I will see you around,
Hoping very, very soon,
We shall part for right now,
So, Au revoir, and Adieu!!!
It's time that we part,
see the world and explore,
just start our own joureny, and
See what's in store!!
Farewell and so long,
Cos, we will meet again, but
parting is sweet sorrow,
Until the next time my Friend!!!
Be Blessed and be Wonderful,
hoping you're Feeling swell,
I will see you down the road,
HOPING YOU'RE DOING WELL!!!
B.R.
Date: 3/5/2025
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
I got the message today, the finality is alarming
How all veils have been removed, as its regarding
Or would be love story, If I could be the One
Who takes you to see the moon and not get boiled by the sun
I shiver, I cry, I hope you didn't take to heart
The anger I spewed and the hope it doesnt break us apart
I came like a volcano, and you a Tsunami
Only now does it dawn for me how you're so far from me
I said thing to instill a reaction
But instead of satisfaction
I get the realization that this extended vacation
will be our dedication to what was and will never be
A girl and a boy manage to become best friend
But boy falls in love and girl follows suite
Unknowing they'd be each others rock, person
Now one stands firm and the other uncertain
Does it end tonight, do angered words repel honeyed apologies?
Can love conquer all and fulfill their destiny?
Do they become ones Soul mates to now polar opposites
Or day even more distant, now used to be's and Pessimists?
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 11:50 AM UTC
Sep 15 10:45am
Silver Beach, Peconic Bay, Shelter Island
it is the day of the twixt and tween,
64°, stolid breeze on a bright sunshiny day,
but no question, we are well ensconced in
**** season, overlooking the shadowy, dry, speckled
blotchy, thirsty grass, and an empty bay, sails put aside
it’s a normal/semi-normal moment,
simultaneously secular and heaven blessed,
the stimuli of the quietude is the outlier,
it’s quantitude is overwhelming, it’s amplitude,
a wave of farewell humbled hushed rumblings of wind and
the drip of dropping leaves that fails to puncture
the total absence of noises, human et. al.
shirt off, chest wet & warmed, a light jacket,
my wrapper from the firm chill,
an undeniable temperate moment,
for this is an interlude day,
a goodbye and hello
shucked/unshucked poem,
the only semi-frisky item on the menu
even the animal kingdom respectful,
recognizing the sorrowful solitude
of this single intruder, so no cawing, honking,
even rabbits quietly chewing, their senses understand
this is a remorseful write on a beauteous 1/365,
an adieu + au revoir script to
this island
but then the sign!
between Silver Beach and Noyac,
three heads a-bobbing,
white throats and white underbellies upright,
too far away to be heard,
but I swear I hear the purposeful porpoises saying:
“Adieu! Adieu!
until we see you and yours
once more,
for many more,
till then,
we await our mutual sheltering together,
in our shared waters”
<>
our summer palace,
where the sum of each newborn morn,
begins a life extending day, offsetting the aging of cells,
and softee smiles of children are botox injections,
directed to the soul’s lining,
an antigen antidote
to the toll time’s antibodies extract,
time units recorded and kept hid in the
the surround sound
of a special silence,
the sounds of rays twinkling
upon the waves,
reminders to everyone
that we are merely
betwixt and between
a plentiful heaven today
and a
plentiful heaven tomorrow
Sep 15, 2022
Sep 15, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC
There you were
by my side watching me
wave my last goodbye,
pains my heart I won't get to
watch you wave yours.
To not see you draped
in your own charm,
as tears rolled down
your right eye as you wave
your last goodbye,
sadly it all ends,
with him getting
the best seat in the house,
holding your hand,
brushing his thumb on it
to console you,
as you cry in the light of
your last goodbye,
what I won't give god
to be him for this one night,
just to be there one last time
by your side watching.
- Diljeev
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
Whisper out your heart my beloved!!
For I shall bear it with laugh,
If what thou tongue voice is hatred,
And laugh I shall gladly,
If Cupid has decided it to be blessed.
Whisper out your melodies my beloved!!
Tainted with reminiscence of tragedies,
But still it ought to be laughed,
To close thy scars damped with tears.
Fie the smiles harbouring cries.
Whisper out our stories my beloved,
And I intent to hear with interest,
For my love is no jest.
But if I art thou jester,
Then jest I shall till thee groan with laughter.
Whisper out something my beloved,
Devoid emotion your face portrays.
Why do you feel so cold?!
Wake up love and do tell,
Will you not whisper me farewell?
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
Have you ever noticed
The green leaves in the summer
Ever thought about the moment they would turn
A different color
When the yellows and oranges begin to bleed through
Or do you only notice their beauty
Before they whisper "Adieu"
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC
my muse and I - riding on the coattails of infinity
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
Miss the heaven of your soul
In memories far away
Will you ever evanesce?!
Will I always feel my way?!
Not having bidden adieu
Left me in purgatory
Ah, I fell in love with you
Like the Pyrrhic victory
Warriors never give in
And their values carry on
I will drive dolours away
Till your voice is clarion
As dreams are effulgent,
Living is no more bitter
Your laughter is echoing
Through the endless Ether
I have the panacea
A true poet never fails
We gain little solaces
Owing to hard travails
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
Me my true love did decry
Cry
She on whom I did rely
Lie
Now I see her walk on by
Bye
A bitter adieu—
Bid her adieu
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
Another day has passed,
another dream collapsed,
another spell is cast,
but this desert, it seems so vast.
A life spent in the search of meaning,
might turn out to be an empty book,
whose pages aren't worth turning.
From beginning until the end,
in all my searching, I could find,
that every desire I cooked up in my mind,
and every wish that filled my eyes with fire,
were just a string of bad decisions,
that has painted my inescapable past,
and every emotion that I've come across,
ran away from me so incredibly fast,
and the only one that turned up in the end,
is this overbearing stillness, that has occupied my mind.
But now.
The time has come,
for me to overcome,
this struggle, that is life,
and put an end to my internal strife.
From beginning until the end,
I've realized all my searching was just to find,
the perfect last words,
to justify, me bidding adieu to this world.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
They say love blooms in the springtime
and love is always true,
but our love was just a moment in time
your life was fleeting, my love adieu
ALesiach © 02/03/2019
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
It has been resolved!
It is a crusted concept, inept and unabashed
It is the last call on a windy city tram to the south side
It is a favorite sports bar closed for remodel
The pleasant bliss of air and undisclosed favorites
I will finally extricate myself from the grips of Charybdis
I will continue on, my sail billowing with glee
the air is my fuel and neverrun empty
Can you give a piece of El Dorado to my newfound friend,
Can you give them the same happiness you promised me
and don't let them wonder too long
These unforgotten experiences that mean something to you--
It is an orange rind in the water, silently exfoliating the ions
It is a concrete structure undefined
All the stones that are friendly and snuggled intently against
the mold
I will find new homes in the volcanic chains and wonder about you
You will never again remember the same way who I am, just the faded constraints of the way I challenged your brain
Think of new things! See the trees as lungs
and breeeeaaaathing
You'll find that love in another chunk of god, no complaints for the weary
The kind and lovable axeman who cuts u--Pondicherry
I am a static mold and will rapidly extrue
All the magnificence of things that I cannot view
I am a rhythm of the heart, a beaming drum
I analyze the air and drink it like ***
Fermented love of god, give me no return
To give that which no man has earned
thank you,
sweet love
thank you for showing me something new.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
i should feel blessed
to have things to miss.
i only feel lucky,
and rather empty
to have something
to miss
is to have something
to lose.
i am stubborn.
i am a sore loser.
i will circle dates
like a child to chirstmas
for Orion,
and for May.
so until we feel
the sun and its heat.
i bid you adieu
and my love from afar.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Fermenting
About to turn twenty two
how long has it been since I learned to tie lace of a shoe?
how long since I learned the best way to live is without a clue
I feel just like ten
why does school seem to be so distant and fragmented then?
Like a memory long unpolished yet bright. I'm older all right.
Nah, I feel like fifteen
why, then, for happiness do I turn to a five-inch screen?
should be out in the field if I am a teen
why doesn't the city, colors and friendship seem evergreen?
Eighteen?
nope. too dry to cry
a river thinking the world is mean.
Now I cheer for both the men fightin'.
With inner peace comes bloodlust ridin'
So this is what it feels like to be twenty-two!
Not bad. one-third gone and now left is another two 'twenty-two'
till I bid this consciousness adieu.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
dancing orbs upon the water
glistening in late summer sun
such beautiful but sad reminders
that now it's not the time for fun
as summer birds now bid farewell too
an days of long are nearly done
sigh
I look above to ancient skyways
to a gathering of fall and fate
coming quick in eerie dark blue
wishing cold had come in late
heavy rains have kept it wet here
oh crying green in heavy weight,
sing mystic breezes
call Natosi
ancient healing- God of sun
"everything is coming to you
yes you are a chosen one-
your heart of gold was given rarely
from thread of gold
that heart was spun"
thanks so much dear Apistotoke
an grandmother
my mother fate
thank you for the strongest heartbeat
fast like deer - I know not hate
one day to see you once in real form
behind the lovely heaven's gate
I fold my hands in ancient patience
for I know now
that I must wait
loving and enjoying
my life to the fullest
degree until I do
until my last an dying breath
has happened
until my soul must bid its sweet adieu
because everything in death is
then reborn again anew
an this I know
within that big beating heart
you say is made
of threaded gold.
Ma Cherie ©2017
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Do You?
Do you miss the way things were between us?
Do you flinch with every passing thought of me being with another person, just as I flinch when I think of you
Do you ache with pain knowing my hands, eyes, lips and mouth would adore the graciousness of another being?
Do you playback series of different scenarios in your head about what might have been if either of us acted differently?
Do you miss me telling you “I love you” as we both bid ourselves goodnight in hopes to be reunited once again at the break of dawn?
Do you wish me happiness and joy in all my endeavors but wish you are always there to celebrate with me?
Do you grow jealous of the other being I would newly grow to love and share devotion with?
I just want to know if you do, ‘cause I do.
And if you don't, I still won't blame you.
I know we both said our byes, but it'll be a long time before my heart bids you adieu.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
A sound was heard at my
garden door
A feathered smudge found upon it
There she lay in frightened
trembling dismay
A giant knelt ...
yet still towering above her
He reached out and touched
her pounding heart
Then cupped her warmth
in his hand
She stayed awhile until
she could smile
At the kindly human mystery
This love they shared
is uncommonly rare
She knew she could be freed
Before she flew
she whispered a song she knew
into the gentle giant’s beard :
“I cannot make you happy
You're a wounded Bird like me ―
be Free...
you must find the strength to Fly”…
"A Bird in your hand
is worth two in the bush ―
Come fly away with me"...
March 2012 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
Well folks
Friday's here
I bid y'all, adieu
I'll try to be here
off and on
maybe postin, one or two
Will see ya on Monday
bright and early I suppose
as the sun, comes shining through
Postulated prose
over the comin weekend
God knows all the crap, I have to do
Honey do's and honey dont's
rewards I may, or may not get
my ball's, could be turning blue
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
For all the times I tried to hide
All the darkness I've defied
And all those times I felt alive
Only to fall down again and die
I know some people refuse to see
The life I lead, the blood I bleed
The reasons I did things that just weren't clean
And when I hid away, just let me be
I don't expect everybody to trust
The passion, the fire, the anger, the lust
The security, loyalty, vision deceives
It's how you perceive, how you see me
And I'm sorry that tonight I said goodbye
But it's better for you, I ain't gonna lie
In every lie there's a kernel of truth
And it shows me that I was never right for you
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
With a heavy heart let me bid adieu my love
Henceforth we will not see each other now
Where from this dilemma came to us and how
Fortune takes it and in front of fate to bow
Whenever beauty is molested by dew drops
Soul goes to pieces and by dagger heart chops
No seeds of love needs to be sown for crops
Love and beauty are not commodities of shops
With cleanliness of heart I bid you but adieu
You appeared my love like moon out of blue
As you wish and aspire I will not ask to renew
Whatever relationship was that was but virtue
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
Reclining on a chair, thinking of you
The happy days when we shared a stew.
My mind crowded with your thoughts
Made me remember the dazed past.
Days we sat for hours at a stretch
Sound of silence, creeping toward the crest.
Friendship: a gesture, putting no pressure or demand
An affection with no label, warm and grand.
Our friendship I thought, will last forever,
BANG!! it came down, with a shiver.
Shattered and bruised, untended and raw
Months at a stretch, with no liniment at all.
You are set to leave, history wiped so clean
If the fate is kind, we would meet again.
Adieu sounds so final; Au revoir my friend...
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC