#invasion
you crept into me
quietly, and slowly,
not making a noise once.
and before i knew it
pieces of you were everywhere
and maybe that was your plan.
to plant pieces of you
that would consume me
the way that ivy covers a wall.
so that there would be no chance
of anything or anyone else
invading me, the way that you did
because even when i try to rid myself of you
and pull you from the roots
that you so deeply imbedded in me,
it is never enough.
tiny, almost invisible pieces of you
stay behind
and there’s silence for a while
until you begin to grow again,
invade me repeatedly,
hold every single thought hostage
tie my heart up so tightly,
that it never has the ability to beat
for anyone
but you.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
i can’t sleep
you are invading my head
the memory of you
that was once so deeply hidden
has begun to grow
and the root of you,
has made its way
into every part of my brain
pieces of you have spread
all over
and i find you
in my heart
my body aches for you
and yet when i try erase you
you find new places to grow
and i am reminded
that i will never be rid of you
you invade every thought
every dream
every moment
and i let you
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 3:39 AM UTC
Put your hands up,
try and keep a straight face,
but it will never break our fall.
Isn't there a town over there?
Why are children climbing up walls?
You said, eventually we'll lose them all.
You're a reflection of me,
bright, weary and impossibly lost,
sewing sour sentiments
into a doleful flag.
You said, the sad was only
a reciprocity of rain,
but it didn't break our fall,
didn't save our town.
The sign says: 'stay away from here',
a sheltered kiss then
to remember us by,
while nearby, someone drowns
in the clear blue water.
Sometimes the cruelest part
of tragedy is its proximity to hope.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
Nobody does something for nothing
Everybody expects something in return
If he doesn’t receive the prize, he will ****** the land
If he gives you something, he quickly extends his left hand
To grab or pilfer something in return
It’s dark, please turn on the lantern
An eye for an eye, an eye for a nose
To tell the truth, my friends, nobody knows
What the heck is going on
Piracy is a fantastic weapon
No prize, no land
No money, no band
No oil, no freedom
No fun, no gum
No kiss, no honey
No hugs, no money
Everybody wants something in return
It’s nighttime, please light the lantern.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 9:12 AM UTC
I had the unfortunate privilege of participating in a war
As an immediate life experience
This afforded me the luxury of indifference
While eliminating the sanguine notion of naiveté
Bravo 6 once told me - the only easy day was yesterday
Existing in a constant state of crisis justifies our history of violence
Collectively vindicates informed decisions to use lethal force without tolerance
License to search and destroy hostiles with extreme prejudice
Collateral damage merely an unfortunate expenditure of doing business
This is the merely the price of war
The cost is the bones and broken lives we leave behind as just-cause
When we are redeployed to kick down someone else’s door
Eventually in time, all these sins will follow us home
And war will make corpse of us all
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
You’ve got 99 problems but your loyalty is one,
you’ll never solve them now the World Cup is done.
Achieved by your colours that aren’t so true,
by a Nation that once treasured you.
Gretzky I believe your reign is through.
You used to shoot and inevitably you’d score,
imagine the disappointment of each Gord.
Keep the red and white but add the blue,
betray a Nation that once treasured you.
Gretzky; no longer number one not even two.
Keep your guns and keep your hate,
Canada’s not your fifty-first state.
We’ve always been a Country, one that’s great.
Went to a room and ignored the sign,
now we’ve changed the labels and removed your wine.
Disappointed in what you would do,
to a National that once treasured you.
The sadness and anger only grew.
An apology that will come too late,
Canada will never be your fifty-first state.
Not up for discussion or debate.
A concept you should understand,
you can’t put a “for sale” sign on our land.
The death of a legend came from the hands
of a bad man and a bad plan.
No longer the greatest of all time
after you’ve committed the greatest of crimes.
We won’t take the tariffs or the bait,
Canada will never be your fifty first state.
We’ll cement the actions and the date.
So stay in exile as is it your fate,
Canada won’t be your fifty first state,
cause it’s the one, the one that’s great.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
_We are safe.
Despite that,
The insurgency visited us.
Under our suckaway are *****
Let us take what belongs to us, not you
Stay underneath your trees.
Fall asleep on its fallen leaves.
Let our rivers flow
Make our throat moist
Please
Over 200 million people are starving.
Enough is enough!
Indirect slavery is enough._
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 6:50 AM UTC
Hope is out on another untimely vacation
Causing a slight hesitation upon recognition
'Cause this isn't the first occasion
Even when only halfway paying attention
I know what's comin',
Probably should have run
For all the good that ever done
Keep an eye on the horizon, just south of the setting sun
You'll hear the invasion of a negative persuasion
Long before they let you see 'em
And you'll notice, there's no record of a single recorded win
From all the way back since I don't know when
And all I can confirm is that there's never been
©2024
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 1:05 PM UTC
Prologue
In the end, the bitter end, he who orders
the death and destruction of another nation
shall, himself, sleep the sleep of the vanquished.
I
Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh
And call out feebly in the midst of night
Calling, fearsome as their bleak wanton cry
And frighting, as the unthinkable fright
Until the dark of their plight passes by.
II
For, cold are the eyes that slumber in fear
And cold is the heart of the soul that sleeps
And sour is the taste of the sleeper's tear
And dire are the many secrets he keeps
For, wild is the scream that seeps in his ear.
III
The ruler of tracts o'er the eastern lands
Where red is the sky and black are the days
And burned are the souls the ruler commands
As flaming night comes and flaming night stays
So, then a nation betrays at his hands.
IV
Nothing is priceless or free of its cost
And value is learned when payment is due
For, battles are won though, wars can be lost,
(Battles are many yet, victories few)
And dead mouths sound as a new dream is tossed.
Epilogue
Sleep heavy and sleep long as you are,
at last, held to account for your sins.
Payment shall be heavy and long
and shall last for eternity.
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 11:27 AM UTC
these days
looking around the globe
one might believe that we are traveling in time
just in the wrong direction
regression as progress
seems to be
the dominant notion of the day
creating wannabes in various disguises
populist czars, sultans, nationalists, dictators,
assorted self-appointed saviors
of their peoples’ wealth and health,
trumpeting fences, walls, tough immigration laws,
etc., etc.
to keep out and silence all those aliens
or invade their countries
and eliminate them
who otherwise are welcome
as our partners in the global trade
that seems to dominate the world of greed
so we can all be ourselves
whatever that might mean
claiming to solve the problems of tomorrow
with memories of yesterday
is not only hopeless but quite dangerous
do you remember
what that glorified past
actually was?
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 5:37 AM UTC
Where have all the assassins gone,
I'm just asking,
Where have all the hit-men gone,
It wasn't long ago.
Where have all the psychos gone,
Ones like Sirhan Sirhan,
Or a crazy red Russian,
Lining crosshairs for Vlad Putin.
Where have all the agencies gone,
I'm just asking,
The MI5, the CIA,
KGB, Mossad;
Where have covert actions gone,
When there's guys like crazed Kim Jong;
Or a crazed Red Russian,
A narcissistic Vlad Putin.
Where have all our heroes gone,
I'm just asking;
Where have all our leaders gone,
Not so long ago.
Where have all fine Russians gone;
Boris was their last good one;
When will we ever learn,
Ego-maniacs can't govern.
Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC
Starting from the Euphrates
wayfinding a trail toward Babylonia
to divert her waters
mapping her ancient towers
her eyes
her desires
her pudendum
egressing out of the bitter river
surrounding her temple
until enlightenment
glisters betwixt the frangible pages of her
Dialogue of Pessimism:
~
*"Who is so tall as to ascend to heaven?
Who is so broad as to encompass the entire world?"*
~
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
These strange fellows
Still record on videotape
Abroad an outdated
Insufficient spacecraft
The shape of
An interstellar bowling alley
By night they hunt for
New age wine
Radio waves
And a slew of hitchhikers
Some they greet
Some they cheat
Some they mistreat
Some they eat
Convenient store gangbusters
Crop circling has seen its better day
Soundtrack enthusiasts
They've a score to settle
With John Williams
They came from a fruitless world
In search of pomegranate skies
And the Big Apple
Even from the far flung
Reaches of space
Everyone's an actor
Some they unseat
Some they beat
Some they reheat
Some they eat
We're odd to them
Because they're gods to us
In a technologically challenged
Unidentified flying object
It's not war they want
Nor invasion
Just dinner theatre
And a reliable map
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Liking all the latest pics
From the keyboard of my device
Posting all the time
Push a button to make a dime
Gathering members from afar
I'm a star
Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book
We feel your caution behind the firewall
Finding an app to help us all
It's paradise when your video goes viral
Accepting new friends you've never met
Want to make a bet?
Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book
Making it feel more like a celebration
Spreading the likes and dislikes
To a whole new generation
More like New World Order of sanitisation
That's why he had to
That's why he had to
That's why he had to, reinvent the book.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
two little ugly creatures
astride me shhhh-oulders
residers and deniers,
opinion~haters,
into each ear, they whisper~creep,
do don't do don't you'll be sorry,*
***never~good~enough~
and~you~know~it***
*never in uni~sons,
now look how sorry~sad you are...
dear old dad
when done with the outside torturing,
slip right in and down the ear canal,
up to the brain, thought~mongers,
(what's a monger anyway?)
the voices of my depression,
you can't, you couldn't, you lose,
yo yo you lost you are o v e r,
my body snatched, my past erasing,
turn me into mongrel,
half~man, half~dead
a monger-el,
a contemptible god,
contempted, contemptible
that's the word refrain
of the men in my head*
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
We rode our horses cross-country,
Through the nations of the unknown,
We survived the snowy mountains,
And lived off the land and the trees,
Through hot summers and cold winters,
Through deserts storms; we circled the trails,
We learned from the birds and the bees,
We hunted the elk, the deer and the buffalo,
We fished to feed the travelling spirit,
We turned acorns into flour,
We set our senses free.
$
Europeans brought Soldiers, missionaries, smallpox, the common cold, scalping, reservations, whisky and the rush for gold.
You brought land grabbers, oil barons, fencing, bricks, barbed wire and all the accoutrements of your civilised culture!
You made this country your own; and forced it's 1st nation people into a 3rd world culture.
You ***** the land of its resources, filled it with waste.
You wasted the water to make coke, burgers,
and fantasy towns.
To reign supreme in a new-world without shame!
Savages!
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
Let me sink like a smooth river stone
An illusion of solid and smooth perfection
Yet a mere chunk of matter
The result of many falls and stumbles
Years of immersion at the surface
Of a relentless and powerful stream
Displace every bit of oxygen within me
Fill my body with water
Suffocate every bit of my existence
Intoxicate every ounce of red fluid with acid
Until this burden that beats within me is defeated
The invasion that frees my soul
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
Be it a dead silent dark night,
With the clock counting dead hour.
Or a walk through a chaotic lane
With the people busy in chitter-chatter.
My thoughts have completely been absorbed
By the warmth, and everything that is him.
My mind has gone wild.
It doesn't stop dreaming and thinking.
I wish I could post my senses to an eternal rest
Because it's beautiful and exhausting.
Gleeful and yet hurting.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
They're here
They're upon us
Arrived while the world was sleeping
While in a coma
Scheming eyes behind rubbery masks
Painted smiles with veneered teeth
Keeping us still
Keeping us on mute
Dosed up on pills
Chemically induced
Stolen our minds
Stolen our thoughts
While looking in our eyes
The scent of our fear energises them
Who are they you ask
Opposition to man
In every profession
Positions of power
To practice control
To take control
Sending terror through the airwaves
Mankind their guinea pig
Experiments performed without your knowledge
While watching your favourite movie
Portholes everywhere
Who can you trust
No-one
Who can you tell
No-one
For the person next to you
Might be more than just ... Someone
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Nobody marching toward us
Their guns making us die.
No tanks are come clanking
No bombers in the sky.
But our Congress and generals
When oil or bases seem needed;
We appear armed and threatening
Peace and love talk not heeded.
No country has attacked us
With troops and lethal artillery.
But our leaders expect us to
Go open up their arteries
And **** their women and children
And laugh while they all die
And we are expected to do this
And never think to ask why.
It’s almost like big companies
Were sad when WW2 ended
So they started attacking countries
We really should have befriended.
We let Russia have free reign
To **** and ****** and steal
Almost as if their aggression
Wasn’t really true or even real.
We looked around and made them,
Those evil old warlike excuses,
That some country threatened freedom
And we pretended they weren’t ruses.
We attacked Korea and Vietnam
We were just supposed to observe
That they were yellow people there
And think they got what they deserved.
We didn’t stop there, as Reagan took
A duly elected leader and put him in jail.
If any country did that to our country
The conservatives would howl and rail.
Then the Bushes tried their best to take
Iraq to steal their oil and punish them
And created an era of stronger hatred
And anti-American outrage and mayhem.
No foreign country has attacked America;
So, the point bears repeating once again.
We need to stop acting like bullies here
And start acting like decent statesmen
And women who have the bigger picture;
The growth of peace in our battered world
So, other countries will not take their guns
And shoot our flag when it’s unfurled.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
And I saw them
From my front porch
and I saw them
from my yard
and I saw them
by the millions
they are coming down here
where we are
And they'll call in
the entire millitary
It'll baffel
the machine
I will question
the authorities
and maybe break some rules
I have profound
compound evidence
that we're all living
in a dream
like some kind of complex system
to divide infinity
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
an endless dilemma
an unsung drama
there's no resolution
to the struggles
a natural cycle
spawning eternally
once suffered enough
from the nth time
like an echo on repeat
trapped in a tunnel
banging against walls
no way out
but the soul seeks isolation
even from itself
night and day
it's always been a disarray
and then it got what it wanted
a haunting clamor
complained for never finding
peace in solitude
distractions seem to be useless
medications: no effect
like a virus going stronger
every time you tried to fight it
an endless dilemma
slowly conquering
every bit of you
a silent invasion
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC