#gain
The state is seised of the territory,
kingdom's drunk to the crest of victory,
but the cellar is filled with a story
of the boy left behind.
She asked for my honesty;
too far I went,
did what was right,
won her tear.
For being brave doesn't mean eliminating fear.
So, did it happy,
did it sad,
did it angry,
did it scared,
didn't succumb to hope,
although it felt dope,
but hope was no dope.
It would have made me dope..
For I never had hope,
my priority was and still is,
and always will be,
conviction!
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:36 AM UTC
When there is
Nothing to win
Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
And nothing to prove
Remain at ease
Move on, ride on
Crawl, walk and run.
The sky remains blue
The ocean is deep blue
There is nothing to pursue
Move on with the wind
Stop playing in the sand
Nothing to move
Nothing to prove
Nothing to muse
And nothing to lose
No, no do not pause.
There is absolutely
Nothing to gain
Nothing to win
And nothing else to see
When everything is done
Crawl, walk, and run
Move on, please, please
Right away with great ease.
Copyright © November 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
This rational race,
riding wild like a storming ranch,
living like the dead—
it haunts even the zombies:
for whose gain?
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 5:06 AM UTC
she lost perspective before the glass,
braces on lips, youth pulled too tight.
golden hair like coins that pass
into the banker's fragile sight.
concealed in lockets, veiled from gaze,
her beauty measured, hunted, framed.
through dusty rafters, sunlit haze,
he counts the value none can name.
old men scatter mints upon the floor.
some whisper fate had cast her pain,
others murmur devils opened the door.
starving's the only way to be a seeker
of affection that's just a hoax.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
Tucked under watch of a recent town,
Nourishing raindrops trickle down,
Steady on, a boy works the land,
For none here would eat, 'cept by his hand,
Through the night and on to the morn,
He works alone as a new day is born,
Digging, raking, and sowing,
Soon labor's fruits are growing,
Dread spring flood or autumn gale,
He tends the earth in heat or hail,
To find to reap, the sweetest feat,
To give others, his crop to eat.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
and i am scared
do i hold weights in my hand
that bound me to Hell?
or am i sinking my nails into a rope
that saves me from the plummet of death?
will i let go,
and will i find you?
holding my hand,
kissing my neck,
stroking my cheek?
or will i fall into the arms of a drunk stranger who shares your face?
who dances and sings and paints like you?
but doesn't remember me?
i can't tell.
some people can,
but i can't.
and so i'm terrified
to even breathe differently,
because i don't know if
my lungs will stop entirely,
or if
my fingernails will lose their blue tint.
maybe,
i'd rather not know at all.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 10:01 PM UTC
You have outgrown a handful of lovers and a multitude of friends—
separating your solid pains from a liquid of your tears;
But you were caught in the strain, for as you grow and change;
those you’ve known will grow away to be a change of friends
Through every fence we ***** between ourselves, some remain
on the side where you cultivate your life, while others are
relegated to the opposite side, merely spectators from afar
Maturity is a bittersweet taste:
the sweetness of realizing your growth,
akin to savouring a fine wine, - contrasted by the bitterness
of knowing you will part ways with a few friends
Cos as you feel alone; you’re not the only one in this
world to find growth
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 1:14 PM UTC
What have I gained?
What have I tossed?
What has been the actual cost?
All of this pain
A heart of frost
None of it worth what has been lost
©2024
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 9:24 PM UTC
I just don't seem to get enough of Your love
which is a matter I need to remind You of;
life in the world is not the best at this time
there is so much going on that's like crime.
The pandemic unleashed is still causing pain
though some people are finding ways to gain;
it seems human ingenuity comes to the fore
as channels are opened up for some to explore.
_______________________
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
"I'll be back" threat or promise?
It's always back regardless
"Stay in your own lane"
Player one syndrome inflates the brain
"Have a nice day" not a curse
At the same time "enjoy your next 24" sounds so much worse
"Here's what you're in store for"
Is what you're gonna pay for
"No pain, no gain"
Different levels of insane
"Yo, I got sooo high"
Careful not to get stuck in the sky
"Pick yourself back up"
More often dumb luck
"First things first..."
Then substance and thirst
"Righting a wrong"
Whether right or wrong
"Gotta play to win"
Sometimes a win's a sin
Who has your back, a friend?
Then who stabs it at the end
"What you see is what you get"
Most won't get it
"Face your fear"
Pretend you don't hear
"Live carefree"
Die instantly
"And that's that"
Always the same black cat
"One step forward,
Two steps back" and cornered
"Chase your dreams forever"
A nightmare's a dreams that doesn't fight fair, so no, never
©2024
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC
One may have to sacrifice a lot just to gain only little
and what this will demand would be a big committal.
But when one sacrifices a little and happens to gain a lot
it could be a very fortunate life which that person has got.
___________________
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC
scrolling or snoring
calls from men and divine i am ignoring
ponder on topics not so boring
trying time, double my dosage
ivory mind, cracked porcelain
back to scrolling then snoring
either wrapped up in work or my blanket
my daydreams like lightening
suddenly flash, reality i cannot grasp
then a voice follows mumbling crass
words, worlds, bridges, roads
open doors then immediately close
it is scary, it is a journey
that my soul has been yearning
discerning 3rd eye glowing
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 4:32 PM UTC
She lived in a haze
Of happy days
Till somehow she lost the sun
Lost in dark mist
Finally she tripped
Little pieces of her fell, one by one
Couldn't explain from the inside
To everyone else on the outside
That something was truly wrong
So she filled the holes
With the stories she told
And ended better than as she had begun
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
I gained weight
my shoulde(r)s slouch(e)d
at the burden
I am carrying
that'(s) increasing
with my age
as time piles
my waist ex(p)ands
fertility is just an adjective
with(o)ut a part(n)er
sen(sib)ly carry(i)ng
(li)fe's weigh(t)
(y)ou
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:14 AM UTC
It's not about the bad times.
It's not about the good times.
It's about all the times.
The heartache and the pain.
The kisses in the rain.
There's so much for you to gain
If you don't worry
About your heart getting stained
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
Burning in a sweeter version of hell
Your skin smolders, growing into a fire that I didn’t mean to start
But suddenly I’m a pyromaniac that’s coaxing the flame
I know I’m to blame
And I know what they say
But I want to get burned
With my moral compass leading south
And your jaw pressed to my mouth
This price seems so small to pay
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC
BE YOURSELF
Be
Yourself,
you have everythang to gain by
playing the card of authenticity.
#c9_fm
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
#
*All these years
(and all those covered up, fears)
Ah, babe.. the things I would do
to keep myself separate..
to keep from being pulled in--
to all things, nonlife;
from that which my spirit
could not believe in..
to paths that felt to be
diametrically opposed
to a true north
that I did not know,
but could only feel
Oh what have I done,
my beautiful--
I have judged, and lost
so much
in order to become so un-able
to hold on to so little
Just how much of me
would be left,
had I let you in;
..everything?
Or no-thing--
sans the memory
of all that I have done
in order to obtain it.*
#
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
All energy comes from the same well
every whim wrought
whims not
while sitting on a fiery throne
or cast out onto frosted stone
buy or sell
It's drawn from the same well
loss
gain
pleasure
pain
close your eyes
what color is it?
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Say every year is a step away
From who you once were
And is a step closer
To who you will be
Ten years is ten steps
Ten steps and ten lessons
Ten lessons that shape
Who you will become
In ten years you will be
Ten steps away from now
And ten steps
Closer to then
Say ten years ago you liked fiction
And now, ten years later,
You only read memoirs
Say ten years ago you were angry
An now, ten years later,
You can’t remember why
Say ten years ago your hair was brown
And now, ten years later
Your hair is blonde
Say ten years from now you live
In a big city with loud noises
But now, ten years before,
You live at home and are uncertain
Say ten years ago you
Would never do that
And now, ten years later,
It is all you ever do
Ten years full of growth
Ten years full of lessons
Ten years full of discovering
You and what makes you whole
Say ten years ago you felt alone
And now, ten years later,
You have comfort
In solitude
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
The flowing lava,
destroys,
burns,
hurts,
kills,
overwhelms,
turns my blood to molten magma,
and yet makes feel so alive.
-storm-
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC