#companions
I know
Who I am
And I follow
Absolutely no one
Leave me alone
Listen to the bells ringing
Announcing a new season
It is the hour of orison
The hour to meditate and to think
The hour to act and to examine
Truth is everywhere
And love, surrounded by fools
Makes itself felt
It is not worth the trouble to lie
History has recorded everything
Events, incidents and accidents
One must never ignore time
Which waits patiently
Standing right in line
To drown you in the dark
At the bottom of the funnel.
You ignore my words and my sayings
But when your turn comes to play your part
You will know how to gnash your teeth
You will see that I am not pedantic
But rather truthful and clairvoyant
One does not trifle with time
I am
Who I am
And you are
Obviously who you are
Leave me alone
Live, enjoy, and delight in
Your beautiful life
Amidst good friends
And right companions.
P.S. Translation of “Je Sais, Je Sais’ by Hébert Logerie
Copyright © May 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:52 AM UTC
Who needs a cat with its smug, aloof stare,
when you can have a dragon
curled around your armchair?
No hairballs to gag on, no litter box smell
just scales that gleam like molten gold,
a roar that tolls like a dinner bell.
Picture this:
I’m walking my dragon down Main Street,
its tail swiping lampposts, its wings unfurled.
You’d cross the road, wouldn’t you?
No "Here, kitty, kitty" nonsense here
more like "Hey, don’t step on my dragon's tail,
unless you fancy a toasted rear."
Cats claw at your furniture,
but a dragon?
One good huff, and your boss is barbecue
promotion secured, no HR to sue.
And homework?
Gone in a puff of fiery breath,
like a snack too dry to chew.
Dragons don’t purr;
they rumble like thunderclouds,
a warning to the mailman
who thinks he’s brave.
Leave the package at the gate, sir
we’ll fetch it after he’s had his lunch break.
Forget scratching posts;
my dragon’s hobbies are practical:
lighting the grill for marshmallow feasts,
turning burglars to toast
(though they never get past the TV,
artfully left in his food bowl
how kind of them to step so close).hehe
Cats bring you mice as gifts,
but my dragon’s presents?
A flaming pile of junk mail,
your nosy neighbor’s fence,
and an accidental singe of the hedges.
The yard looks better scorched, anyway.
So go on, take your catnip, your bells,
and your feline "charm."
I’ll take a dragon with its fiery alarm.
Because when the world sees me astride my beast,
no one’s asking "Got a moment for Greenpeace?" No fella no time for that, have you met snappy.
Instead, it’s awe, it’s terror, it’s glory.
My dragon, my friend, my living story.
And while cats demand your undying affection
dragons? They burn your enemies.
No contest, no question.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 7:33 PM UTC
Resolved feathers landing
In her hush cocktail
Dressing our sights
Scenes we wouldn't spend
Trots unboxed
Only four out
And about
A picture we couldn't snap out of
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
For all I've gained from all I’ve met
Leaving nothing the same since
Heaving lines I couldn’t write yet
Written in stains that never rinse
Johan was one, his lesson slow and steady
How to be, was shown, tall in health
In your shadow known great and heavy
And sought to replicate it in myself
Then Li, for all your fire and arrogance
Showed me how to laugh and command
And steering true through happenstance
That in chaos one’s spirit may stand
Adelphos, as far back as can remember
Even Atreus house could be weathered
Seen in action pure, of cold December
That one can go on when two are tethered
Ephraim, dear boy, you held the first
For you were known without meeting
And in joy showed me how to hold a shadow
When even the shadow is fleeting
In every breath hello for breaths adieu
All these have made my identity
Sure and still as life goes on
Death comes in plenty
To a face of desperate wan
Death has taken you all, in all forms
And as you die, so the knowledge thus
In its dredge of constant mourns
Leaves a face that was made by us
One by one I feel a picture lost
Though I have chosen to still create
Take charge for future yet lost
And a legacy of One I wont forget
Still, the person you made
As you fall out of this world
Truth can only bade
It is truth that in true unfurled
when our spirits cross made
My identity fractures - along with all of you.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
I heard a wise man saying,
"I wouldn't just abandon a friend
Simply because they were going through
Some strange parasocial moment.
Although, I will admit
That I may not fully understand it.
That I might not be able
To fully appreciate their perception
Of whatever given situation."
For, you see,
We can only truly speak
On that of our perspectives.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 1:27 PM UTC
One step ahead of me
Climbing the stairs,
Deep in the caverns
We travel in pairs,
When you can't quite reach
I push from behind,
Together we seek
And jointly we find.
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 7:10 PM UTC
The grand ambition of love is to find “the one.”
and, of course, to be the one.
It’s a hard combo.
Finding someone amiable, who’s the best lover, your best friend,
confidant, emotional companion, intellectual equal and soulmate.
And, of course, it helps if ‘the one’ likes to dance
and has a little piña colada money too.
And when do you know you've been successful - in year 50?
It’s the holy grail, the age-old dilemma of love and desire.
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A song for this:
Bullet and a Target by Citizen Cope
Wait Another Moment by The Bingtones
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 7:03 PM UTC
To all the ones I've loved before:
Your lives were as road signs
swimming into view for but a moment.
-I have yet
to lose a love
to distance or quarrel.
And not once
have I misplaced my heart.
God forbid that one day I wake
to find that I have begun to un-love.
Selfishness, lust, vengance,
these I have not known
Only the sweetness of your eyes
your face
your nearness.
I have yet to lose my love
to any other
but to time.
To all the ones I've loved before:
Your lives were far too short
-and while you've crashed through my door
-though you were but a small part of my life...
I am glad, for a time
I was your whole world.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
If you build a wall,
I’ll build a door,
I’ll knock until it opens,
And hope it never closes.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
hug all your friends
and keep them close by
cause when times are hard
on them you will rely
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
Lifeblood (Poem 1)
They called me the sun. I used to rain my light down upon them like it was my lifeblood, torn from my veins and arteries for them, for them, for them. They took it and hid it away, my blood, using it for their own gain. Some might have screamed Praise the sun! but for naught, as their brethren took and took and took and I was left a withering husk of my former glory, no longer golden, clouds on my once-fair brow. There was no glory in dying alone, without a battlefield or comrades. And for what? They complained, complained, pushing their hate towards me, for it was too dry, too hot, too much, too much, too much. How would I know? They wished for me on rainy days, hated me on the sunny. I was never balanced, I was always giving and taking too much.
To A Moonlit Dream I Can't Recall (Poem 2)
I dreamt in slow waves, shining so bright that the dark was chased away from the fair sheep I tended. My brother was off with his own, dusty with his own exhaustion when the day broke over and bled into the night. He was never much for talking, but when I spied on him, hidden in dark groves, he was alight, fiery with his own happiness and pride, until the sheep began to complain and the clouds crept in to watch. Wolves, were they, but I paid them no mind, for my sheep ran where they could not follow, to gossamer hills filled with hopes they could never express elsewhere. When my fingers ran in ribbons through their wool, the fair strands separating and splitting, dewdrops on a window pane, I sheared them, weaving tapestries of what they created within the confines of themselves.
When my brother came wandering in one day, his arms ****** with his own life, splashing golden on the tiles, I could do nothing. We were our own shepherds, we could not take each other's flock. The day could not replace the night, as I could not replace my brother. I could do nothing to assist him, could not ease his pain. He would have to continue bloodletting, to give his sheep his blood until he was drained. My teardrops were on the fire until the night spread in thick tendrils on the floor.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
Passion-flicker pyre,
Pipe the heat around us.
Brace your shoulder's burdens,
Burned to smithy sparkings.
White-gray flakes of winter,
Wilting tinder's children
Scraped together, given
Gimlet stares and scattered,
Dusty little leavings.
Lean against another
Passing bottle-poison,
Poise and cold forgotten.
With a little winking,
Wish the glass a fullness.
Call the bottle closer,
Clothed in sunset glimmer.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
A black boy came upon me
running with the wind
He rushed passed me
With one blue and one yellow balloon
Bouncing excitedly behind him
Like some faithful pet companions
His laughter in both sight and sound
Spread all over his face and around
The bright bouncing balloons pulled
Hard against the strings
And he laughed and laughed...
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
This house has been empty for over a week
No companion on my side
I won't break, switch sides
And replace him like it was nothing
Pets are not novelty items
You hear me?
They're something we hold so dear
I've trajected so many tears
Since the day of his passing
My heart on a trespassing
Level of loneliness and bereavement
This is a crowning achievement
For those wanting me to be down
Yet I can't fully be upset
His wishes were met
He no longer has to fret
He got to be at peace
And no matter how much that makes my notebook papers crease
It's a fantastic release
For a poor, sentimental soul like me.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
They were warriors!
They were conquerers!
Their innocence was their power
Faith in the unseen was their tower
They were stiff and brave
Facing those dangers grave
Fierce, bold, 60 in strength
Through the arab's length
Against 60 000, wasn't fair competition
Victory, Almighty's will is final decision
Nothing but death could undo them
Mountains would shiver before them
Loud majestic slogans filled with sheer belief
Their cruel battle wounds would bear relief
Extreme loyalty to the mercy of the world
The firm faith had their paths all pearled
All merciful and kind
Brotherhood had them bind
(!)
Closest of all to their master
Clenched tightly to the rope
Revived the prestigious chatter
Struck the hearts, rays of hope
(!!)
Courageous, brave and bold
One enough to stun the enemy lines
Today, sword's in Umer's hold
Leave them drying, bottles of wines
(!!!)
When became, came with eyes the shame
Free heartedly gave away dinars in tons
For aware were they of secrets of the game
Amazed others with their attributes and stunts
(!V)
Father of quotes, vast oceans of knowledge
Came to personal revenge, fell the spear
Spent sweat n blood for Truth's
*******
Dark halls crippled, when slogans they'd hear
__________
Spreaded love, devotion, examples of loyalty
No one is superior, turned to ashes royalty
Left others impressed by their decorum
Transformed the world for good in totality
_F.A Teeri
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
With my companions,
Depression and Nightmares, I
Am never alone.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
This one time I had friends,
It was cool, I guess.
I thought I found a soul mate
But she was a mess.
She over thought everything
She was always misunderstood.
I broke through her walls
And did everything I could.
This one time I had friends
You could say that it was neat.
I hung out with this artist girl
She was the coolest thing you'd meet.
She had all this potential
But her folks were really ****
I tried my best to help
But I guess it was a miss.
This one time I had friends
It was almost kinda great.
This other girl I knew
Had to have been by fate.
Eyes as green as emeralds
She was always so much fun.
They say green stands for envy
I guess so, 'cause I was done.
This one time I had friends
I suppose it felt pretty good.
I tried to be the best
And show up when no one would.
She had poor self esteem
It started in her childhood.
We'd been friends for almost 16 years
That's probably longer than it should.
This one time I had friends
It was ******* awesome.
Then there was this tiny girl
And I should have used some caution.
She was the coolest girl I knew
I was addicted to her energy.
We were really close for a few short weeks
And then she up and left me...
This one time I had friends
And I guess it was okay.
I miss when they were 'round
I wish someone would stay.
I guess I'm not the type of person
Who was ment to have companions.
But I think I'd feel a whole lot better
If I weren't consistantly abandoned.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
Oh dear dance partner in despair
must you weep now that the song is over?
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
This people made a way trough my mind,
To whom this heart cannot deny to bind;
They dry the tears that fall from my eyes.
They bring me sunshine to brighten my skies;
They rescue me from my loneliness,
And make me walk the trails of holiness;
They are the home where I'm, the field where I play.
I hope the rapid smiles alway stay!
I run through life without care,
My world, they repair;
They added the positive element to my life,
While the world was showing knifes;
Best friends stick together till the end,
They are like a straight line that will not bend.
They can be your hero and save the day,
They will never leave your side they are here to stay.
They help you up when you fall,
Your true friends are best of all.
They are my boon companion,
Without them I move at random
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
My friends are all gone, like companions long lost
The battle is lost
Death has won
I count the costs
Scars appear upon my skin
My soul finally caves in
Running from eternal hell
Wishing for The Doctor's help
A past that always haunts my sleep
I'm praying for eternal peace
Blood running in the streets
I pray I meet my Trenzalore
The day I finally fall to sleep
The day that brings eternal peace
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC