#bells
The day felt warm,
The skies were bright,
The air filled with peace,
As if the world rehearsed,
To honour your sunniest day.
Donning a pristine white gown,
Sublime, shining heels,
A lovely pearl necklace,
Your cute oyster bracelet,
And that glimmering smile,
Radiating love and joy,
You shone like a graceful dove
Proudly styling her feathers.
I sat quietly in the shade,
Waiting below an old olive tree,
Eyeing the church, mindlessly,
Lulled by the chirps
Of the little olive enjoyers.
Suddenly,
The temple resonated,
Its bells spilling over,
Scaring the pretty perched doves,
As I watched them take flight,
Storming the sky, flying away,
Carrying my heart.
Now lighter, I stood up,
Took a deep breath,
And headed to the festive mass.
Family and friends gathered
Dancing, cheering all around you.
I slowly made my way forward,
Through the dense crowd, until
My eyes locked with your dreaming gaze.
I congratulated you in a light hug,
Wished love, happiness upon you,
And could not resist asking:
How does it feel for Mariposita?
To which your sweet lips whispered,
That peaceful melody,
"Folkloric"
With a heart beaming warmth.
I grinned back at you,
Swam in those precious ojitos,
One last time,
And crawled back
To darker skies,
As love echoed
From afar.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 6:59 AM UTC
Scream, scream, scream, and scream
Sometimes, you want to scream
But you cannot, you just cannot
You can no longer dream
You just cannot, but you cannot
You cannot eat, you cannot fall asleep
But can only imagine and think deep
Nothing is possibly going right
And you know that you must fight
To go on, because so much is at stake
And you must grab the flag, head or take
The leadership to struggle, to protect
And to save so many. Respect
Is what you earn when you win
Success is what you deserve when
You defeat the hypocrites, the bullies
The wild henchmen, and the enemies
Scream, scream for every human being to be free
Scream, scream and dream of freedom and liberty.
The enemies are alert, arrogant and watching
The serpents are sneaky, deadly and sneering
You must be the best that you can
By being a silent fighter, a brave person
Sometimes, you want to scream
But you can no longer dream
Even though you can't scream, don't give up
Never, never give up, because hope
Is the last resort. And miracles
Will happen to the ones, not at the tables
Because they are now too weak to speak
And too powerless to reach the peak
But do your best to scream internally
Scream inward and mumble to be free
Words cannot be killed and murdered
And words can be silently muttered
All the victims will mumble, in unison, one day
Like the irate thunders of a treacherous storm
To charm the hopeless and to sound the alarm
From a good fight, you shall never walk away
God is always watching and listening
You and I must not be afraid to scream
We must find a way to dream and to ring
The bells of opportunities, to stream
Like the flows of a thawing river in spring
Yes, you and I must stand up to chant and to sing
The songs of success, the words of peace and freedom
So the deaf shall hear and shall overcome
Scream, scream, scream, and dream
To wake up the dead from their dream
Scream, and scream to shatter the armors of the injustice
Scream, scream and scream until the world is in peace.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
Bound in blessings with the Left -
Brother Left!
Joined in patriotic love of country - fellow man!
How we quarrel, quarrel, quarrel,
In pursuit of governing!
Stars and stripes define our kinship,
Coupled by our common heirship
Providential comforting;
Striving on, on, on,
In the stately pantheon,
And respectful competition of opinions coalesced
From the Left, Left, Left, Left,
Left, Left, Left -
From the striving and reviving of the Left.
Hear the agitating Left,
Fearful Left!
Having aspirations of equality expressed!
Notions quite inferior -
Vaunting ours - superior!
From the birth of modern man
The crown is ours.
God-anointed master plan
Grants the bounty to the chosen ruling clan -
Avatars!
Rightful is our point of view!
Such a farce to claim equivalence in detinue!
How undue!
How untrue!
Parity!?! They misconstrue!
Toleration? We eschew -
And the thieving, and deceiving
Of the Left, Left, Left,
Of the Left, Left, Left, Left,
Left, Left, Left -
To the squeaking and the shrieking of the Left!
Hear the loud and loathsome Left -
Traitor Left!
Behold their filthy claims of equity expressed!
Speaking for their people now,
In a gruesome, ghastly growl!
Bellowing their heresies,
From their foul vicinities,
Blasphemies!
All the voices tell me that the Left is savage and insane,
All the faces sell me feelings of derision and disdain,
Ceaseless refrain, refrain, refrain,
Feed the chorus to sustain
That which makes me feel exceptional,
Castigating as contemptible,
Anyone with views apart from mine.
Oh, the Left, Left! Left!
Inhumane and demonized,
Reviled!
How they dream, and scream, and scheme!
How could anyone oppose
Righteous, pure and godly promulgated truth?
Yet the chosen few persist,
Through the gnashing,
And the thrashing,
‘Owning Libs’ is sacrosanct;
Even though the mirror shows,
The heaving,
And the seething.
And the cowardice repeating,
Of the spinelessness - projected on the Left—
On the Left—
On the Left, Left, Left, Left,
Left, Left, Left—
In the droning and the groaning of the Left!
Hear the venom of the Left -
Evil Left!
Claiming equity of those awash in melanin!
Fetid fiends of arrogance,
Threatening our dominance,
Damaging hegemony,
Weakening supremacy,
Of the righteous, rightful heirs of kingdom come!
The heresies that they espouse,
Causes panic to arouse;
Evilness!
Oh! These wicked, loathsome creatures,
WIth disgusting, grotesque features;
Vileness!
And their preaching, preaching, preaching,
In their pitched and putrid screeching,
Mutual inclusion teaching!
Oh, what awful, wretched swine!
Having sold their own humanity
For prolonged insanity!
The fools!
Look at them! It’s not us, not me!
Can’t you see? See!?! See!!!
SEE!
Paranoia on the Left!
How delusional they are,
Maniacal are the Left!
Spying on my ev’ry move!
Telling lies, lies, lies!
Being kind is for the week!,
Tell that to the dreadful Left—
The wretched Left -
Telling lies, lies, lies!
Selfishness in virtue!
Hear the throbbing of the Left -
Of the Left, Left, Left -
Hear the sobbing of the Left;
Telling lies, lies, lies,
And they creep, creep, creep,
Spying on me as I sleep!
Oh! The mania of the Left -
Of the Left, Left, Left -
The hysteria of the Left,
Of the Left, Left, Left, Left -
Left, Left, Left -
And the moaning and the foaming of the Left.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 2:18 PM UTC
Blank men carry black stones
to riverbeds and call all
who wake before the bells
to follow.
They do not worry about tomorrow
because tomorrow is never
and blank men are naught.
They do not ride horses
because horses mean work.
They do not fall in love
because love means deep being.
They do not chant prayers
because prayers make believe.
They only carry black stones
to riverbeds
because rivers are always changing.
*“Don all ye that come, with lamp
and cloak and speak the nameless
name of the river you step into.
Bright be we that carry this darkness
and shadow be us that survive the light.
Ask not why you carry these stones,
but hurl them into the void
and see your reflection tremble.”*
At this they move on
and repeat themselves,
with new faces
and no names,
to places that don’t exist
and people that never were.
Blank men carry black stones
to riverbeds and call all
who wake before the bells
to follow.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
father of the bells swinging.
great weights
to give praise while
we set aside our silent
alleluias.
what gives us
cause to build with
symbols, brick upon
storied pages, is
the opportunity
to teach us
generosity,
could there be a
greater gift than that?
we seek unusual
beauties, a flower
in a dying woman's hair,
bearing witness
of the fresh
clean linen
table cloth,
hidden there small
flecks of flesh
and spotted blood,
we become,
swinging in the
breath of god,
as sounds
from the bells
summoning us
to sleep.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC
Loosened from the ropes,
the bells are chiming around --
in their ecstasy.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
While withy branches
tap tick tack in the puddles -
the bells are ringing.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
Alone sits the tower's bell,
In the glow of lantern light.
Looking out at the town,
Silently gazing upon the night-fell streets.
Every day, the elders yearn to hear it ring again,
They want to hear the sound they know.
From their childhood, they remember,
What it was like to hear the bronze ring echo.
Yet, the children,
Don't have a chance to forget.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
A-walking in a cobbled street,
I breathe the brittle winter air,
the crunch of frost beneath my feet.
The early hour’s sunbeams flare.
Arising in the ice-blue sky
three stone church towers stand and wait.
Their spires point to the most high
as morning sunlight splashes paint
across their well-worn windswept face.
These turrets of a sacred keep
stand silent witness, each stone traced
by time’s sharp fingers etching deep:
I hear each crack and crevice sing
a murmured prayer for us to stand
and listen to the brass bells ring
over sunlit frosted land.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 12:43 PM UTC
What is love? A quest,
You totally are the best,
Wake me up in bliss,
Takes more than our kiss,
It is beyond sublime,
Stood the test of time,
Better man no love could bring,
You make this heart's bells ring,.
Guess I am still in love,
Love is sign from above.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
the night cares
and we are it's batteries
it licks us like a daring child
and the night avian raptors are tufted
and their prey is energized
and the chase/escape scenario is a burly-hurly
flight night
and the trees push around the winds
and breath is the current of life
and the furnaces tick down
and an unreal peeling
of the church human bells
(calling the hour or the faithful to prayer)
aids my constructive dreaming bleed
chimney awoke
the night licks me
like a daring child licking a battery
but caring also
like a cat removing the amniotic sac
from it's newborn
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 3:08 PM UTC
In the solace of lavender-flickering
Fairy lights that guide
My syllables along,
Silence has never felt so
Concrete.
Silence, on questions I have asked my
Conscious for repetition, and
To hunt for answers
To unwritten dialogue,
And as I contemplate this concept,
The beauty of ringing church bells
Bleeds and creeps
Through my window,
Slicing through the distorted
Avenues and Sulcis of silence
In my mind,
To remind me
Of where I am.
Lying in the back of my car,
Keys in the transmission,
Waiting,
Hoping,
For a new path to explore
In this eclectic figure 8 of
Communication and relationship. I never
Try to make sense of it all,
Until
A faint whisper from a Princess unshackles
My liberating-attempting mind,
A faint whisper, harmonizing with the
Church bells,
Soothingly-caresses my ears,
A faint whisper,
Carrying,
The words.
I’ve.
longed.
To.
hear.
“Come with me this way.”
Hallucination of grace.
An overflowing melting ***
Of desire.
Stillness. Gracious like
A still river. Cercadas sing,
Rocks in awe don’t move.
Until the moment of that faint whisper,
I’ll remain in the spacious jar of silence,
Waiting,
For the Princess’ voices,
While the solace of lavender-flickering
Fairy lights
Guide my syllables along.
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 12:14 AM UTC
Breath of a promise
Such for sincerity or more
The chance to walk with a vice
Is reality to sulk at the advances of worth?
*** was a friend...
Done to delineates tea
The world in being ends
Only when sour blessings make free
Change your mind...
With a handful of hope, found in your norm...
Savior's mere, a calling of kinds...
Sanity to dance and dance, with beauty to form...
The very words, to life was dread, mere
Dear to a shadowy fear, of reasons
Succinct enough, for lead word's to hear
The music of persuasion, in loves season
Cares that only an angel could know:
Devil's with a taste, for humility
Should begin with patience, as a wind to blow
Baring the with, the other side of a simpler vanity?
May 21, 2023
May 21, 2023 at 8:45 PM UTC
Christmas is the time of year
We celebrate with family near
The holy message from above
The glory of God’s perfect love
We see the woods and snowy fields
Thankful for their summer yields
That keeps us through the winter frost
Running on faith that’s never lost
See the bright lights and hear the bells
Warming fires and stories to tell
Sugar cookies and Christmas pies
And wonder in the children’s eyes
And as we sing, and run and play
We come together all to pray
And celebrate Father and Son
Christmas is the victory won
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 8:51 PM UTC
The days roll by one by one
No sooner here than they're gone
Propelled it seems by an invisible force
Flashing by like a riderless horse.
Never lost nor out the sun
Never here but never gone
Never washed nor spun around
Never lifted off the ground
The days roll by like clouds in the sky
Slaves to the wind as they flutter and fly
Driven past by the hand of time
Through the midnight hour when all bells chime
Never lost nor out the race
Never in nor out of place
Never alter nor stray off course
Never falter from its source.
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
Hear the bells of Freedom sing
Promise of normalcy the ringing brings
Joyous people dance in the streets
This Sound of Joy is what the world needs
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 8:42 AM UTC
Angel form of angel bells
Knell to the springtime of our love
Forebear to the summer heat ensue
Requite endure of somas delight
Feracious profundity verdurous express
The unct of skin and alls impress
From angels hearth of arch and tecture
I speak to you of perfecture
For if this bodies embrace wrapped in skin
Holds a heart that's true
Then let me see form of your face
And be with our love due
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
Bells ringing and jingling
Not knowing what it's bringing
Slowly descending into insanity
Stop this sound, stop the inhumanity
Ears bleeding
Keep pleading
Don't let the bells be misleading
The sound is exceeding
On your knees crying
You'd rather be dying
The sound of pain
Driving you insane
It shall remain
Implanted in your brain
~25/3/21
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC
St. Joseph's Church rang out the Angelus this morning.
You can't beat bells,
So I've been told.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
When you sit swinging at every blink of my eyes.
The dark circles under sing the setting moon lullabies.
Free shadows of spring sunlight, and whispers in the corridors.
” I wish to never be alone”, says the Gardener in his mother tongue.
He pulls up hope in a tin can pouring over new buds, his whistles add sweetness to my ears.
that Mynah that sits under the banyan tree, sits on it today.
And sparrows picking at raw berries, flutter as I near them.
Wet grass pins at my feet, random flowers that mysteriously grew; falling from the paradise.
Here’s to my very own forest of life & death.
For I have failed many friends, those which never came back.
Though I waited, and I wait.
The woman in my house, with rags for clothes, dead faith that lives in the cracks of her lips.
And when she walks, her bunch of keys rattle her bottle of liquor she considers hidden. Her hands that pet rotis and light stoves, escape destiny and destroy hope.
Olive shaded walls of my home, frequently fall short of peace.
The ringing of bells from the latest exhibit, the tv making up for all those who were once before.
I raise the volume from 45 to 80,
All sorts of sacred prayers surround my very being.
I devour my pancakes and drain down coffee like religion itself.
shattered chandeliers bring me patterns of floating aspirations.
Sofa’s hold me any way I Can sit, while I forge some sleep, and fool my mind.
Rested i am not.
Empty i am.
My walls are so high, i only feel free at the top.
And sometimes think I’d like to fall.
when the waters from the shore mumble to me, “don’t fall for the charades.”
I stay put and cherish all the beauty.
At least, that’s what I think it is.
A passing wind slips from my hands, parting from every inch of my spine.
I plead, “take my heart with you.”
And so,
my heart beats in my rib cage,
But never at peace or in one place.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
I was born a poet
forever-be
before I realized
I was sneaking behind
plastered brick walls
at recess bells
transforming the world
into words
spilling ink pens dry
I was born a poet
I embraced beauty,
enfolded magic,
encased the man on the moon,
tracing bare sentences
amidst pure wonder
until their final moments
till they cried
the truths of neverland
upon the immense star clusters
I am a poet
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
bells shaking free dew
hymns praise an awakening
symbol of rebirth
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Christmas used to be
So much planning, for me
Piles of presents under the tree
Singing carols by the piano with glee
Excitement months too early
Now, as I come home for the day
Too tired to even consider to play
Happy just listening for the bells of the sleigh
We’ll light the fire, and beside it we’ll lay
Together tonight, despite hearts far away
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Bells chime.
The world is a pale imposter of itself,
gray in the moonlight,
but not indifferent.
Coy perhaps, complicit.
In league with me, perhaps.
The paper birch trees shuffle aside,
in line like ghostly sentinels,
and the briars curl back in black swarthy masses
to clear a path,
mumbling a song in their old forgotten language,
each leaning toward me, toward my house,
pointing the way.
A faint glimmer, light ahead,
yes, the warm glow of firelight
beneath the moss and stone of the highland hills.
Distant laughter, the ***** of glasses and
bell chimes.
The susurrations of the nighttime grasses
whisper in time with the tunes of my fiddlers;
they know the songs of my blood, my bones.
Come to my house in the hills – yes, you must come!
We will dance as the swallows do,
as the daisies do when the winds blow,
and watch the walls and faces
blur into one another as we spin round and round,
swapping faces, swapping bodies.
The other guests wear garments of wanderlust and daring,
and their dance is one of flame and dust.
Come!
Dance within my house,
between walls of polished ivory
and a ceiling studded with pearls and diamonds
and the teeth of extinct animals.
Come!
We are free here:
free to forget,
free to deny.
Free, at last, to revel in the revelry
and be as unwise as it pleases us to be.
Here is a place where wisdom
is useless and none
will accuse you of sensible conduct.
And after,
when the sunlight tosses me back into the ocean
and hauls you out
dream of me.
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 8:32 PM UTC