#conch
Bien après sa mort, là où ivrognes et rêveurs
Ont dévoré sa chair épicée, sa coquille respire encore,
Émettant un son monotone pour réveiller bébés, bambins,
Mères, pères, cousins et soldats portant des couronnes.
Le lambi exhale un son de patience et de résilience.
Il est un symbole (pour Haïti) d'espoir, de fierté et de persévérance.
Les Haïtiens sont des combattants nés. Les Haïtiens tombent et se relèvent
Pour lutter chaque jour. Les Haïtiens, le sourire aux lèvres, ne fléchissent jamais.
La longue plainte monotone du tout-puissant lambi
Peut traverser les cratères des montagnes et apaiser
Les vagues géantes des fleuves en furie. Écoutez ce son,
Écoutez les cloches de la liberté, de l'esprit et de l'indépendance.
P.S. Traduction De ‘The Long Monotonous Lament Of The Almighty Lambis’.
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Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
under the cloudy mesmerizing skies,
reflecting vast ocean,
far away from it,
on a mountain cliff,
somehow a sea conch found itself.
At some point in time,
it was one within the ocean,
but it no longer matters how they surrounded one another,
the rush, the caress, the spill
the push aside from the brine on the shore;
kids walking along there found it and started playing with it;
one threw it so far and hard that,
the pitiful conch ended up on the mountain cliffside
and now it sits far away but look!
cruelty of fate,
now it cannot turn itself away but watch and reminisce;
as long as it exists.
the sea conch recalled --- when dawn breakthrough;
it was a sight to behold, light as small as dust spectacle;
turning into fiery engulfing then all-consuming but
becoming serene ---- oh so so blue!
reflecting it remembered--- when dusk arrived, tiptoeing
mischievously sometimes purple, orange, green,
a mix of those all and colors it could hardly gauge.
The midnight scene was a secret,
it chose to keep it to itself, never to be revealed.
the push of the waves and the pull of it
under shimmering skies;
the sea conch along with cliff grew old
and a very long time had passed
only for it to realize
that sea conch had been in love with the ocean for a very long time.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
Putting the shell up to my ear brings sounds of the ocean
Oceans near
Oceans far
Perhaps somewhere between
The oceans of your eyes still linger
Dripping from the shell
The empty exoskeleton
Remove the shell from my face
Place it back on it's pedestal
Remaining till the sea shines through my mind
Once again
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 11:50 PM UTC
📢📢📢
the period of corona has destroyed✖
human civilization on the verge of destruction❌
TODAY BROTHERS ARE THIRSTY OF BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
when we looked around us,only violence would be seen👀
📢📢📢
today all of us have gone to convene the third world war...................
i'm a girl i don't have any country nor any religion
humanity,nonviolence and love for earth is top for me................
🔔🔔🔔
my values learn to live together!
my soul learn to sacrifice me!
love and goodwill my capital!
👀👀
i know i'm a little girl afraid to put my thoughts
the environment in which i live
keep the girls tied in to their family or society.
📢📢📢
today we all are reached the verge of third world war
one country is harming another brother,not another country
human, animals and civilization of human will be destroyed on earth after world war third!!!!!
may be corona tomorrow not end tomorrow.......
🎯🎯🎯
if we all become one than there is so much force in unity!
this period of corona and third world war may be stop...........
if we all youngster or youth want!!!
we can stop everything
and reach human civilization at mountain top...........!!!
STAY SAFE AT HOME
CONTRIBUTE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE TO SAFE WORLD FROM TODAY'S SUFFERING CONDITION
👏👏👏
please repost this poem as much possible...
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
Come closer honey,
Listen to my heartbeats
yearning for you,
Like the sound of the ocean in a conch shell.
Come closer sweetheart,
Read our love story,
Etched in lines and shading,
Along the seashore of my body skin.
Come closer baby,
Feel how my breaths gasp and fall,
As ocean waves,
I, a windsurfer trying my best to hold on.
As much as you have made me burn in the raging fire of my love for you,
I wish you to roast with me in the inferno.
If it had been a stranger I would have desired the same,
But, you are my love,
How can I?
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
I have something to say
Like the shell
That finds its destiny
As a conch
From the depths of the sea
The fisherman
Collects it
It reaches the coast
Lifeless but
Thankful to him
To put its mortal
Remains to
Sacred use
It is polished
Processed
Put through acid and
Hot oil
It gains some
Precious value
Now it reaches
The hands
Of the skillful
Carver
Who decorates
It with
Strands of valued
Sacred imagination
Such are its designs
Now
A dealer is his
Next destination
He sees it
And purchases
And puts it
In a place of pride
In his shop
On display!
Now if
Some desirous
Eyes fall
On it
Its sure to be
Taken to
A shrine
Temple or home
And find
The joyous blowing
In the air which
Rushing, passes
Vibrating
With the
Joyous energy
Of its devoted blower!
It is considered
To purify the
Surroundings!
Its so valuable!
So the conch
Feels thankful
To each one
Who helped it
To reach here
In its
Journey!
So do I
Say
A thank you
To all those
Whom I
Do forget to say!
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC